One by one, the laces of Mollie’s corset loosens, skimming over her hips and falling to the floor. Though her white, cotton undergarments were modest and plain, she had never felt more exposed.

“Look at me, Mollie…”

She gazes up in to Sir’s eyes towering over her. His white shirt hangs loose off his broad shoulders, untucked from the trousers that cling to his slim hips. Carefully, he slides the pin out of the tight bun at the nape of her neck, letting her chestnut curls tumble down her shoulders.

Sir’s usually austere, piercing stare is now soft as he carefully threads his coarse fingers through the loose locks. Just his slight touch on her cheek makes Mollie quiver where she stands. His worldly eyes gleam down at her, dark yet gentle.

“More lovely than I imagined…” His baritone voice murmurs.

The warmth in his small smile gives a boyish charm to his stern features and Mollie’s stomach gives a little flip. What he, her master, sees in her, his maid…not one of the marvelled beauties revered in the society pages or grand balls he attends, but his bare faced, plainly clothed maid, she declares inwardly that she will never know.

But inside she feels as if she could fly at his interest in her. She had always thought him a handsome gentleman and for months their encounters in the house had been thick with tension. But for him to reciprocate any feeling she never thought possible.

With a small tilt of her chin up with his hand, he slowly brings his lips down to hers. He moves with an attentive patience, every gentle press of his lips against hers making her more accustomed to him. She had only ever kissed a man once before, but nothing like this, with feeling, a warmth that she had never experienced before.

He smoothly brings her body flat against his, splaying his hands up the thin cotton of her undergarments, fighting down the urges inside him to rip them off. The feel of his tongue carefully running along the seam of her lips ignites a passion inside her she had never felt before. What surprises her more was how much she responds to it, to him. She opens her mouth and lets him in.

Their tongues slowly touching, exploring each other sparks a more urgent passion. Sir cups her cheek with his hand while she drapes her arm around his broad shoulders. But as well as passion, there’s something deeper, a genuine feeling rather than mere lust bringing them together. Mollie feels the effect she has on him pressing against her stomach and she gasps against his lips.

“Sir…” She whispers meekly, her hands running up his toned chest. He touches his forehead against hers.

“Jake…” he breathes, holding her tight, “My name’s Jake, Mollie…”

“Jake…” The word sounded so alien on her tongue to refer to her master by his first name. But in his arms, branded by his lips and soon to be gladly in his bed, her heart flutters at the thought. Jake places another affectionate kiss on her lips, meeting her gaze with a smile so warm she forgets about the perishing snowfall flurrying outside.

“Lie with me, Mollie?” he whispers, “Only if you want me to. I swear to you -”

Mollie cuts him off with a kiss that catches him completely off guard. He tenses then softens against her lips, wrapping her in the warmth of his chest.

“I do want you to,” Mollie cups his face and holds his gaze, “more than anything.”

Upon those words, a moment of stunned silence passes before Jake claims her in a kiss so passionate Mollie’s head spins dizzy. His lips trail her collar bone as he begins to delicately pull down the shoulders of her undergarments…

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