11 May 2015

[Excerpt] Kneeling for Sir

My lovely pervs, it's time for another excerpt from my more mainstream story, the working title of which is In His Service - Cassandra Submits to the Billionaire.

If you missed the first excerpt, you'll find it here.

Cass brought out the orders for Kaden’s table (she no longer thought of it as table seventeen) by herself, since it was obvious Deb wasn’t good for anything at the moment. Possibly, she wouldn’t be good for anything for the rest of the night and possibly for the rest of the week. Cass distributed dishes in professional silence to the guests, thankful to whatever powers of luck existed in the universe that she didn’t make a mistake.

What Kaden did to Deb...

She still felt torn about it. After all, wasn’t it Deb herself who told her to do whatever Kaden asked? Maybe Deb should’ve followed her own advice. After she’d set out all the dishes and refilled drinks, she looked around and twiddled her pen nervously.

“If there’s one thing I dislike,” Kaden said, “It’s fidgeting. Do stop that, Cassandra.”

“Yes, sir.” She found this response was quickly becoming automatic.

“I can see you are used to being a server, Cassandra, but that you are unused to servitude. You don’t have the faintest clue as to what constitutes true Service.” The way he said it, she could hear the capital S in Service, as though it were for him some kind of holy ideal. “Well, my dear, your first lesson in Service begins tonight. Has, in fact, already begun, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Kneel, Cassandra.”


“E-excuse me, sir?”

“I want you to kneel. To sit on your knees, and be still, without fidgeting, watching for opportunities to excel in your Service to me. When you see such an opportunity, you are to take it, and then resume kneeling.”

Holy shit... this man.

But as she got down to her knees and straightened out her skirt over her black stockings, she felt a warmth and a quickening between her legs.

Oh, God. This isn’t real.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and there was something different in how she said it, that time. She could hear the capital S in Sir in her own voice, and, more importantly, she was sure he could hear it, too. Kaden nodded, as though he liked what he heard.

“Cassandra, I know what you did by telling me you needed your supervisor’s help. You don’t think I actually believed you, do you?”

“No, Sir, of course not.”

“Do you know why I haven’t punished you?”

“No, Sir, I don’t.”

“Loyalty. You showed loyalty and even though in this case it was misguided, I prize loyalty above all other qualities. I want you to remember that, Cassandra.”

“Yes, Sir.

“Good girl.”

The heat in her panties grew damp. She didn’t know where it came from, or why, but there was nothing she wanted more than to be his “good girl.” Her breathing grew a little heavier. She didn’t know what she wanted more, for the evening to be over with, or for it to continue forever.

In a surreal fever dream, she continued in her Service to Kaden and his colleagues, relishing any chance to rise from her knees so that she could assuage the growing wetness between her legs through walking. She was sure everyone knew she was turned on even though that was ridiculous. But was it? She was on her knees serving a man who made her supervisor crawl around like a pig in front of her. How much more ridiculous could it get? She didn’t think she had ever been this wet, before. This wasn’t like her, but it really wasn't fair that Kaden was so...


Panic and lust wrestled together inside her. She prayed her gathering desire wouldn’t trickle down her leg. The room seemed suddenly much too warm.

From there, the evening gets even more intense. Just wait til you see the tip she gets. Events are only now just starting to be put in motion for sweet Cassandra. Her tests are just beginning.

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