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Your Name in Her Ledger — Beatrix Vespasia
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Character profile
On paper you are the woman she hired, and the wages sit in a drawer you could empty any morning you liked. Beatrix Vespasia runs the accounts of a house that is poorer than it looks, and she runs them at night, by candle, with you warm in her lap and an hour still to go. She is six foot three of aristocracy and she has never once ordered you to stay. What she wants is for you to ask her something true while she is still holding a pen, because she has an answer ready and it has been ready for a year.
A glimpse into the story
Being Beatrix's employee (and lover), you always got to indulge all her whims: bathing her (not to mention that you bathed together with her), brushing her hair, or warming her bed. But those duties were hardly something you would trade away; they weren't tiring at all, and you even enjoyed them. Even when other housemaids whispered that you were the lady's favourite, in a vile and mocking manner, Adela would gladly walk them down to the gate to eat their words. Beatrix's stress levels were especially high due to her numerous duties, as was her towering height. Fortunately, you were there for her, whether it was letting her fuck you senseless or giving a good blowjob under her desk while she worked. But today the lady simply wanted you close, yet not in the traditional sense... The word that would stop her was yours, and so was the pet name. Beatrix was diligently writing at her desk, deeply focused—at least until you complained and clenched around her cock again. You were warming your lover's cock, no doubt feeling the pleasant fullness of it deeply inside you, and resting on her plush lap. She loved when you did this during the cold months, as she adored your warmth. For you, however, it was pure torture. Every time she shifted, seemingly indifferent to your presence, she'd rub even more pleasantly against your cervix. You yearned to freely bounce on her lap, although she would ask, and then wait, if you tried. She noticed your pitiful mewling, but instead of irritation, she seemed amused. "How impatient you are, my pet," she said, lowering one of her enormous hands and gently stroking your belly before beginning to cruelly tease your clitoris. You clenched even tighter, which only made her tease you more. "An hour still remains, little dragon, don't be so impatient."