Serving Madame Excerpt
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Unable to resist the temptation, Ada leaned forward, pressing her lips to Madame’s neck. The kiss was soft, seductive and enticing. Madame’s pulse increased beneath her lips; the sweet fragrance of the flowers that had adorned the elaborate hair style most of the night, and the soft powder brushed on her mistress’s face and hair only made her appear more angelic. An angel of lust and need.
“Not yet,” Madame whispered, turning slightly back to meet Ada’s gaze, unable to disguise the thick husky tone of her voice that set every one of Ada’s nerves quivering. Her deep green eyes flashed with interest.
“Yes, Mistress.” Ada pulled at the ties holding Madame’s stays in place, releasing the fabric an inch at a time. Madame’s breath hitched, whether from being released from the construction, or her closeness, Ada didn’t know.
Madame untied the outer petticoats, the garment slipping down her hips to pool on the floor, surrounding smooth white ankles. The panniers followed quickly after, the boning and layers of fabric dropping to the ground and revealing her true curves.
Ada’s hands skimmed down her mistress’s body, chasing after the lengths of linen and lace. Madame moaned, pushing backwards. Soft bum pressed into Ada’s stomach. The body heat rubbed against Ada, swirling through her belly and making her pussy throb.
A groan slipped from Ada. Madame looked back over her shoulder, a wicked smile spread across her mouth. Her tongue escaped to smooth across those lush lips.
Ada moaned again, the sound vibrating from the back of her throat. Knees suddenly weak shook beneath her as she stood, pressing up against her mistress.
Madame laughed, a quick seductive sound. Stepping to the side she kicked away the pannier structure that had made her look wide and flat as a painting. The minty sweet scent of her breath, from the leaves she’d chewed as part of a nighttime ritual, brushed across Ada’s cheek. The cool feel on Ada’s skin rose goose bumps across her tanned chest and neck, sweat beading along Ada’s back and nape.
Reaching back, Madame skimmed long graceful fingers across Ada’s shoulder, along her arm and down to entwine her long soft fingers with Ada’s. Madame pulled her forward with the connection, until Ada almost stood on the jeweled covered shoes. Heartbeat pounded in her ears. Ada met the lusty emerald gaze.
Releasing Ada’s fingers, Madame traced back up her shoulder, across the delicately curved collar bone and long sensitive throat.
Fingers hooked around Ada’s neck; Madame used the leverage to pull her forward until their mouths met. Soft velvet lips enveloped Ada’s with demand. She opened her mouth quickly to her mistress, meeting her need, and escalating it. Madame’s tongue extended within her mouth, tangling, searching. Ada moaned at the sensation of their lips pressed together, her kiss urgent and demanding.
“Not yet,” Madame whispered, turning slightly back to meet Ada’s gaze, unable to disguise the thick husky tone of her voice that set every one of Ada’s nerves quivering. Her deep green eyes flashed with interest.
“Yes, Mistress.” Ada pulled at the ties holding Madame’s stays in place, releasing the fabric an inch at a time. Madame’s breath hitched, whether from being released from the construction, or her closeness, Ada didn’t know.
Madame untied the outer petticoats, the garment slipping down her hips to pool on the floor, surrounding smooth white ankles. The panniers followed quickly after, the boning and layers of fabric dropping to the ground and revealing her true curves.
Ada’s hands skimmed down her mistress’s body, chasing after the lengths of linen and lace. Madame moaned, pushing backwards. Soft bum pressed into Ada’s stomach. The body heat rubbed against Ada, swirling through her belly and making her pussy throb.
A groan slipped from Ada. Madame looked back over her shoulder, a wicked smile spread across her mouth. Her tongue escaped to smooth across those lush lips.
Ada moaned again, the sound vibrating from the back of her throat. Knees suddenly weak shook beneath her as she stood, pressing up against her mistress.
Madame laughed, a quick seductive sound. Stepping to the side she kicked away the pannier structure that had made her look wide and flat as a painting. The minty sweet scent of her breath, from the leaves she’d chewed as part of a nighttime ritual, brushed across Ada’s cheek. The cool feel on Ada’s skin rose goose bumps across her tanned chest and neck, sweat beading along Ada’s back and nape.
Reaching back, Madame skimmed long graceful fingers across Ada’s shoulder, along her arm and down to entwine her long soft fingers with Ada’s. Madame pulled her forward with the connection, until Ada almost stood on the jeweled covered shoes. Heartbeat pounded in her ears. Ada met the lusty emerald gaze.
Releasing Ada’s fingers, Madame traced back up her shoulder, across the delicately curved collar bone and long sensitive throat.
Fingers hooked around Ada’s neck; Madame used the leverage to pull her forward until their mouths met. Soft velvet lips enveloped Ada’s with demand. She opened her mouth quickly to her mistress, meeting her need, and escalating it. Madame’s tongue extended within her mouth, tangling, searching. Ada moaned at the sensation of their lips pressed together, her kiss urgent and demanding.
