The French maid, dressed impeccably in her traditional black and white uniform, knelt down before her wealthy mistress. Her husband had begged her to stop working nights as he felt it was too dangerous, but the mistress had insisted. She needed someone to tend to her every need, and Marie was excellent at it.
Marie's eyes glanced down to the teeming mass of caviar on her mistress's chin. She quickly seized a napkin from the silver tray next to her and dabbed gently at the excess. Her mistress sighed contentedly as she felt the soft brush of the material against her skin.
Marie looked up, her heart racing as she met her mistress's eyes. The woman's gaze burned with desire, and Marie wondered if she had gone too far. As if reading her mind, the mistress purred and drew Marie closer.
"Finished?" she asked seductively, her voice a low husky whisper. Marie swallowed hard, feeling a coil of anticipation in her stomach.
"No, milady," she replied hesitantly. "There seems to be more caviar wanting to get out." With a trembling hand, Marie gently parted her mistress's lips, exposing the shiny black pearls nestled within.
The mistress moaned softly, her tongue darting out to trace the line of Marie's hand. As she teased the napkin closer to her mouth, Marie felt the heat of the woman's breath on her fingertips.
"Eat it," the mistress breathed, her voice thick with desire. Marie's heart raced as she lowered her head, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting the forbidden caviar. She hesitated for a moment, gazing into her mistress's eyes before closing them and pressing her lips against the soft flesh of her mistress's neck.
The taste of the caviar exploded on her tongue, salty and rich, as she scooped up another mouthful. Her mistress moaned again, arching her back into Marie's touch. For a brief moment, Marie forgot about her husband and her responsibilities, lost in the sensual pleasure of pleasing her mistress.
As she finished off the last of the caviar, Marie felt the woman's hands on her hips, pulling her closer still. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she waited for what would come next.
"Excellent work, Marie," her mistress purred, her breath warm against Marie's skin. "Now it's time for you to taste some of that caviar." And with that, she leaned forward, her lips locking onto Marie's in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless.
