His Maid

Inside the bedroom, Dan was lying down, his body aching from the effects of the sex drugs he had ingested earlier given by his friends. The room spun slightly, and his breath came in shallow gasps as he tried to focus on the ceiling, the ornate design blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. The drugs had left him with a peculiar sense of detachment, his body feeling both heavy and light at the same time. Just as he was beginning to drift off, he heard a soft knock at his door. Belle, his new maid, entered, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of concern and curiosity. She carried a tray with a glass of cold water, the ice cubes clinking softly against the sides. "Sir," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Here's your cold water." She approached the bed, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet. Dan watched her, his eyes drawn to the gentle sway of her hips, the way her dark hair cascaded down her back. There was something about her, a quiet strength and a certain vulnerability that intrigued him. He reached out, his hand brushing against hers as she handed him the glass. Their fingers lingered for a moment, the touch sending a jolt of awareness through him. He could see the pulse at her neck quicken, her breath hitching slightly. He took the glass, his thumb tracing the soft skin of her wrist before he pulled his hand back, breaking the contact. Yet, the tension remained, palpable in the air between them. Belle's eyes met his, a question lingering in their depths. Dan took a sip of the water, his gaze never leaving hers, the cold liquid doing little to quench the fire that had ignited within him. Dan suddenly grab her wrist and pushed her on his bed, his grip tightened, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Sir, please," she whispered, trying to pull her hand away, but his strength was unyielding. "You're not thinking clearly." His fingers traced the vein in her wrist, sending a jolt of sensation through her. "I've never been more clear, Belle," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He tugged her closer, his free hand reaching up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed against her lips, a silent invitation that she found herself unable to resist. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. The room spun around them, the drugs still coursing through Dan's veins, heightening every sensation. His hand moved from her cheek to her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat of his body. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, a primal response that sent a wave of desire coursing through her. She tried to resist, but the touch of his lips, the feel of his hands on her body, was intoxicating. She found herself melting into him, her own body responding with a heat that matched his. The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a dance as old as time. Dan's hands roamed, exploring her body with a urgency that belied his earlier detachment. Belle's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. She could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of her own.  Dan's hands moved with a urgency that belied his earlier detachment, his fingers deftly untying the strings of Belle's apron. The fabric fell away, revealing the curve of her shoulders and the soft swell of her breasts. Belle's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. Dan's gaze was intense, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in another searing kiss, his hands moving to the buttons of her dress. He kissed her body, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands pushing the dress off her shoulders. Belle shivered, her body arching into his touch. His lips left a trail of kisses down her chest, his hands exploring her curves. He paused at her hip, his fingers tracing the line of her underwear. Belle's breath came in shallow gasps, her body aching for more. Dan's lips moved lower, his teeth nipping at her skin, leaving a series of hickeys that marked her as his. Belle's hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as she pulled him closer, her body pressing against his. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of fabric as Dan's hands moved to her back, untying the strings of her corset. The tension between them was palpable, a sexual energy that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Belle's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She could feel Dan's arousal pressing against her, a primal response that sent a wave of desire coursing through her. She found herself melting into him, her own body responding with a heat that matched his.  Dan's hands moved to the waistband of her underwear, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric to pull it down. Belle's breath hitched, her body tensing as the cool air hit her skin. He guided her to the edge of the bed, his hands exploring her body with a newfound tenderness. He whispered commands in her ear, his voice low and husky, "Play yourself until you cum, Belle." His fingers found her most intimate place, his touch gentle yet firm. Belle's body responded immediately, her hips moving in sync with her touch. She could feel the heat building within her, her breath coming in short gasps. Dan watched her, his eyes darkened. Belle's body heat up as Dan watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. Her fingers found their way to her own body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. She could feel his gaze on her, heavy and intense, like a physical touch. Her breath hitched as she touched herself, her body responding to her own touch as it would to his. Dan's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes never leaving her. "That's it, Belle," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you touch yourself." His command sent a jolt of arousal through her, her fingers moving faster, her body arching into the sensation. She could feel the heat building within her, her breath coming in short gasps. Dan's hands moved to his own body, his eyes locked onto hers as he began to stroke himself. The sight of him touching himself sent a wave of desire crashing through her, her body responding with a heat that matched his. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of fabric as they moved in sync, their bodies responding to each other's touch. Belle's body tensed as she felt the first wave of pleasure crash over her, her fingers moving faster, her body arching into the sensation. Dan watched her, his eyes darkened, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt his own release building. Suddenly, Dan could no longer contain his desire. He leaned in, his lips capturing Belle's in a fierce kiss as he guided her onto her back. She gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he positioned himself between her legs. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at her. "Are you ready, Belle?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Dan entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he felt her body yield to him. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust before he began to move. His thrusts were deep and steady, his body moving in sync with hers. Belle's breath hitched, her fingers digging into his back as he increased the pace, his hips moving faster and faster. The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft slap of skin against skin. Dan's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. He could feel Belle's body responding to his, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in another searing kiss as he felt his release building. Belle's body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps as she reached her own peak. The room spun around them, the drugs still coursing through Dan's veins, heightening every sensation. He thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he found his release. Belle's body convulsed, her breath coming in short gasps as she rode out her own orgasm. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of fabric as they clung to each other, their bodies still joined. Dan's eyes fluttered closed, his body suddenly going limp. Belle's heart pounded in her chest as she realized what was happening. "Dan?" she whispered, her hands moving to his shoulders, shaking him gently. "Dan, wake up." But there was no response. She could feel his body heating up, his breath coming in shallow gasps, but he was unresponsive. She could still feel him inside her, his shaft still hard and hot. She moved her hips slightly, trying to ease him out, but he was too heavy. She took a deep breath, her mind racing. She had to get him out of her. She pushed at his shoulders, trying to roll him onto his back, but he was too heavy. She bit her lip, her mind racing. She couldn't leave him like this.  Belle, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and desire, used every ounce of her strength to push Dan's heavy form off of her. She placed her right leg on his hips, her muscles straining as she pushed with all her might. The effort was immense, but she managed to shift him enough to roll him onto his back. She gasped as she felt Dan's shaft deepen inside her, his body still heavy and unresponsive. She realized with a jolt that her efforts had only made him more deeply embedded within her.  Belle's moan deepened as she felt Dan's shaft still hard and hot inside her. She couldn't take it anymore, her body aching for release. She was already sitting on his lap, her knees rested beside his waist, feeling his body still heavy and unresponsive. She moved her hips, riding his shaft with a desperate need, her body responding to the sensation. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat building within her, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Dan," she whispered, her voice laced with urgency. "Oh gosh." But there was no response, his body still limp and unresponsive. She moved her hips faster, her body arching into the sensation, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she reached her peak. She threw her head back, her body convulsing as she came, her hips moving in sync with her own release. The room filled with the sound of her ragged breaths, the soft rustle of fabric as she clung to Dan and fell asleep beside him. Dan's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry from the remnants of the drugs. He blinked a few times, his gaze slowly adjusting to the dimly lit room. The scent of jasmine and lavender filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the heavy, musky aroma that had clung to him earlier. He looked down, his eyes widening as he saw Belle's naked body sprawled across the bed. Her dark hair cascaded over her pillow, her breasts rising and falling with each soft breath. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. She was so soft, so warm. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to explore her body. He moved his hand, his fingers brushing against the wetness between her legs. She was still asleep, her body unresponsive to his touch. He felt a surge of desire, his own body responding with a primal need.  Dan positioned himself carefully, his body still heavy and slow from the lingering effects of the drugs. He moved with a tenderness that belied his earlier urgency, his hands trembling slightly as he guided himself into Belle. He thrust her slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled, not wanting to wake her from her deep sleep. The room was filled with the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet hum of the night, the only sounds breaking the silence. Belle's body responded to his touch, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts, even in her sleep. Dan's breath hitched as he felt her body yield to him, her muscles relaxing and welcoming him in. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Belle, you feel so good." His voice was low, barely audible, yet it sent a shiver down her spine. He continued to thrust her slowly, his body aching with a need that was both familiar and new. As he felt his release building, he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. Just as he was about to come, he heard Belle's moan softly, her body tensing beneath him. He felt her vagina muscles clench around him, a sensation that sent a spark of desire coursing through him, eager to release. He thrust her one last time, his body shuddering as he found his peak. The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of fabric as they clung to each other, their bodies still joined. Dan's eyes fluttered closed, his body suddenly going limp, his mind drifting back to the haze of the drugs.