She liked it

“... well, honestly Sir, I’m a little wet.”

Sir leaned over and put a hand between Eliza’s legs. “So you are. Good girl.”

Eliza smiled. Being called a good girl was like a **** to her, especially when it came from Sir’s lips.

“That will serve you well.”

Eliza suppressed a look. She wasn’t quite sure she liked being shared as she just had been; she wanted to serve Sir, that’s why she was here after all. And the suggestion that it might be regular… well to an extent it frightened her. But she knew better than to say anything. She was here to be trained, and this was her latest lesson.

“That will be all Eliza. You may enjoy Samuel’s work now.”

He gestured to her usual seat and she moved. The chef, Samuel she guessed, placed a plate in front of her and she happily tucked in. Sir was quiet tonight. There were no questions about her day or her likes and dislikes. When they were done, he dismissed her to her bedroom again. She guessed that the next morning she’d be called upon to service him just as she had that morning.

She prepared herself for bed, taking off her makeup and her lingerie. She crawled into bed naked, just as she’d been ordered in the past. She stared at the ceiling, thinking about the day. Being used while Sir read his morning paper and reviewed his daily schedule, being used again while Sir was on the phone, being shared with his butler… after all that, she was undeniably wet. She knew she hadn’t been given permission to touch herself, but God did she want to…