A Butler will Always Serve his Mistress well
Yandere!Butler x Heiress!Reader
Summary: After the head of the household finds out his daughter is traipsing around with men. He assigns his most trusted right-hand-man to take care of the drama
Warning: Smut, drama
Taboo: Forbidden Love
The manors living room has always been a place of leisure and relaxation.
A place typically used to unwind, now a room trapping you with your parents who cannot bare to look at you.
The disturbance of the news overwhelming their ability to look in your direction. Your mother remains seated in her nightgown, slumped in the chair, shoulders sagging, her gaze distant and hollow, a palpable air of disappointment enveloping her as she pinches the bridge of her nose the way she always does when you disappoint her. Your father continues to pace along the fire place, his face painted red with fury. Your once sympathetic posture now long diminished into exhaustion as your continual apologies fall on deaf ears.
Your hand now resting under your chin on your knuckles, attempting to look somewhat sorrowful as the third hour of your lecture rolls in. “I cannot have a whore for a daughter! It is unbecoming of a nobel woman. To think my own daughter laid with men-”
“Oh for gods sakes father, get a grip.” The awkward tension is thick in the air making everyone uncomfortable like a humid summers day. The estate has never been as quite as it is tonight. Your certain every staff member residing is listening into the drama unfolding in your household. You knew it was only a matter of time that someone would dob you into your father for your impromptu rendezvous with handsome bachelors. To think that your brother of all people had caught a half dressed man in your room scurrying for the window like a rat.
“Get a grip? Is that all you have to say.” Your fathers wrath emanates from his every fibre.
“Why the fuss? Frederick has beded hundreds of women by now.”
“Your brother is a man! You are not!” Your father bellows making the estate quieter than it had been in years. “Enough! I’m sick to my stomach discussing your sexual ventures. I’m going to be bed ridden for days!” Your fathers shaking fist only serves to exasperated your annoyance further.
“With any luck.” You mutter. Your mother is just about done with your sarcasm and antics. She stands from her chair and leaves the room without another word.
“Arthur!” The heavy wooden door of the living room opens. Your father coarse voice summoning in the head butler, his greatest confidant. “I refuse to handle the matter any further. From this point forward you will be handling my daughters daily affairs, and see to it she does not lay with another man.” With a dramatic flourish, your father exits leaving Arthur who stands before you, prim and proper as he always is. His upright and virtuous demeanour is as conspicuous as ever. “Don’t get started on me Artie - I cannot bare a second longer.” A heavy breath merely pours from Arthur’s nostrils.
“Lady Y/n, it’s rather late, I feel you should go to bed and we can discuss the matter later.” Arthur stands in his usual proper pose. His chin tilted upwards as he looks down at you past his nose.
“I’m serious Artie - think of me what you will. But I really couldn’t help myself. My body yearned you see - so I-“ The butler lifted his palm, signing for your immediate silence.
“That’s enough Lady Y/n. I cannot judge the needs of a woman, you were merely fulfilling what your body demanded of you. There is really no need for you to explain yourself.” He spoke, making you stutter in shock. Arthur was far from the sympathetic and understanding type.
“Oh Artie- your just full of surprises!” You jump up and gave a large kiss on his cheek. Graciously sparing you of another lecture.
“I have many layers to me that you do not know of Lady Y/n.”
“I’m really greatful that you are being so understanding of my situation Artie- a woman has the same needs as men you know!”
“Lady Y/n, whilst i understand your predicament. The head of your house has tasked me to ensure your that you do not lay with another man.” You scoff at Arties prudishness. “Instead, I offer you my services for any urges you may have.”
You sputter at Arties offer.
Did he seriously offer his body for your every need?
“Artie… Are you-“
“I am the head butler of this estate. It is my duty to service my patrons. Knowing you, you will ignore your father and continue sharing your body with strangers. So instead , I offer you my body and my talents to fulfil your needs so that you may not welcome another man into your bed.” You just about snort. Artie is a self-righteous, monotoned bore. Sex is passionate, rhythmic and erotic. Everything you didn’t think Artie was. Artie has sex appeal, but you always thought it wasted on him.
“What do you mean by ‘talents’?”
“I have been praised by many for the use of my mouth.” Your brow shoots up at the scandalous details that have befallen your ears.
“Shall I now demonstrate my talents Lady Y/n?”
You lay a quivering mess on the couch of the living room.
Arties hand stretching up, his hand cupped over your mouth, silencing any noise befalling passed your lips.
Your throaty hums echo through the room as Arties tongue glides between your wet silky folds. Swirling his tongue in circular motions at the mound of your clit.
Your hips shuttering up into his mouth. As he draws your near your third orgasm.
Your inner organ clenching and fluttering around nothing. His tongue continues to flick suck and massage. The intensity of being drawn to yet another orgasm causes the sensation of flames to ride up your inner thighs. Your core melting into the the sensation as a wave of pleasure consumes your muscles to contract and shutter under the intense pleasure.
Your back arched off the couch of which you only sat moments before being lectured on the improper nature of a woman having sex.
The cushions now soaking in sweat and essence drawn out by the very man charged to prevent you from intercourse.
Your body quivers under the prolonged pleasure afflicted.
Your lips quiver, struggling to find the words to ardently portray the feeling of emptiness you feel between your legs and the newly found yearning you feel for your butler.
He hovers above you fully clothed and looking the slightest bit pleased. His signature smirk, it’s the kind of condescending smirk he holds when he feels superior to others. Despite his signature smirk stirring irritations within you, you couldn’t help but feel that his condescending smile looked utterly fitting for the occasion.
“Please Artie…” You mutter, drawing him near. Silently begging for more than his mouth. Artie merely looks at the grand clock which begins to chime loudly, indicating mid-night.
You couldn’t understand why Artie, is now suddenly moving at rapid speed. The tug of your skirt falling back down to your ankles as he wretches you upward into a seating position. He frantically wipes at his face and runs his fingers through his hair.
A loud knock echos along the living room door before the head maid steps through announcing her arrival.
“Arthur, I believe it’s rather late. Please allow me to prepare Lady Y/n for bed.” Her eyes bulge at your state. “Oh my Lady Y/n are you alright?!” Matilda rushes to your side, wrapping her arm around your shoulder in comfort. Matilda mistakenly took your disheveled state, flushed face and tear dried eyes for distress. “Arthur, I think you have taken her punishment far enough. Let us go Lady Y/n.” Matilda scolds dragging you off to your room to settle for the night.
You look back at Artie, as you stumble towards your room by Matilda.
Artie has single handedly rewired your brain at the tense pleasure.
Sex always felt pleasurable, but you had no idea that oral alone could evoke pleasure that sent fire through your loins, or make your essence gush out of you, or make your brain go fuzzy as you can only describe as feeling completed.
Archie called it an ‘orgasm’. Such a fascinating feeling you were unaware that sex could bring. But never had you experienced the feeling of ‘completion’ with sex.
And if that feeling came from his mouth, you’re certainly curious to see what his cock could do for you.