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Summer Rose hummed to herself as she stepped through the metal gates and into the grounds of the modestly sized mansion in the wealth part of the city of Vale. The gates closed electronically behind her and she walked down the gravel driveway, thinking how strange it was for a huntress like her to work at a place like this.
Not a huntress any longer. Not since the accident. Though, Ozpin didn’t think it much of an accident, not when she’d been targeted so. It was only thanks to Qrow that she was alive at all, but she’d taken an injury that diminished her ability to fight. Faced with the reality of risking death as a huntress and leaving Ruby and Yang all alone, she’d done the only thing she could.
Retired.
Taiyang was supportive of course – ever the perfect husband. But supportive or not, they’d relied on the money she made. Taiyang worked as a teacher in Signal, and while that paid well, it wasn’t enough to support them all. Hence, she’d been forced to find new employment. A daunting task for someone who had no experience other than in slaying Grimm.
Something like this… It had been the lucky break she’d needed, and the only reason she’d gotten the chance at all was because she and Jonathan Arc had been friends. Not the best of friends, more study partners in Beacon, but enough that he’d offered her work in the Arc family mansion. Jonathan never acted like he was rich at school. Guess that’s what made him so easy to get along with.
“Mrs Rose,” the elderly head butler greeted as she approached the front door. He opened it for her and led her inside. “The young master is studying but should be finished soon. You’re just on time.”
“Am I ever late?” Summer asked sweetly.
“No. Of course not. Some of the others could do to share your commitment to the job.”
Some of the others probably had far harder jobs than she did, to be fair. Summer was only technically a part of the house staff, and she didn’t have to clean or take care of what was essentially a mansion with over fifty different rooms.
“The changing rooms are free for you. Get dressed and go meet the master. I’m sure that by the time you arrive, he’ll be done with his academics.”
“Thank you.”
Summer hoisted her gym bag and crept off to the changing room. The idea of a house having a room solely dedicated to changing clothes was bizarre enough to her, but this one was specifically for the servant’s, too. There was an entire wing for the house staff. The room was simple and small – for the mansion, anyway, it was still as big as her and Tai’s bedroom. It had wooden panelled walls with several full-length mirrors and a collection of benches in the centre. At the back were several wooden cupboards with nameplates on. Summer opened hers and kicked her boots off and put them away. The gym bag fell onto one of the benches.
Stripping quickly, Summer rolled down her stockings and put everything away, then drew out her uniform. It was the kind of thing she might have worn if she wanted to reward Tai for something, and not the king of thing she’d ever thought she might wear for work. When she’d started working here a year ago, she’d been more self-conscious. Now, she simply sat down and rolled on the white thigh-length stockings, tied the little black bows at the top and stepped into her black heels. Her reflection in the mirror showed off her pale skin and motherly figure, the curves and softness appearing once more after a year of no rigorous combat.
Her hair had grown out, too. There wasn’t much point to keep it short now that there was no risk of the Grimm getting hold. It fell to the middle of her back. Bringing it around to her front and between her white bra, Summer ran a hand through it, thinking of days when it would have been shoulder length and caked with Grimm blood.
Those days were gone. Oddly enough, she kind of missed them.
“Better I’m alive to live with the girls,” she said, letting her hair go. “If I kept going out on missions, I’d have died eventually. This isn’t what I thought I’d be doing, but it’s good work.”
The woman in the mirror agreed, smiling once more. Turning away, she picked up the white blouse and buttoned that up, then placed the black corset over the top and tightened the strings. Her cleavage was left free, another thing she’d balked at until she realised everyone working here wore the same.
Stepping into her black skirt, she pulled that up and attached it to the corset, smoothing out the soft material and adjusting the white tulle beneath, which fell in waves to the middle of her thigh. There was only a brief expanse of skin between her skirt and her stockings, and all in all it wasn’t that much different to what she’d worn as a huntress. Just a low more bows and frills. The last piece was a silken choker in white with a little black ribbon attached to it. Clipping that on, Summer looked at herself in the mirror.
I look like a sexy maid, she thought, not for the first time. If Jonathan wasn’t so in love with his wife, I might question his choice with this. Her work wouldn’t wait for her, however. Locking her normal clothing away and checking herself one final time, Summer Rose opened the door and stepped out for her day’s work.
It was time to see to her master.
Summer reached her destination just as the door closed and Glynda Goodwitch stepped out. The teacher saw her from the corner of one eye and turned with a welcoming smile. While they had never been the best of friends, you couldn’t be huntresses together and not form some camaraderie. She’d also worked with Ozpin a lot after graduating, so had plenty of time to meet and chat with Glynda.
“Morning Glynda. How is he doing?”
“Afternoon now, and he’s doing well for his age.” Glynda adjusted the clipboard she had with her. “Like most teenage boys, he’s more interested in the practical applications of combat than the theoretical.”
“Like most boys?” Summer teased. “I don’t remember you or I being much different.”
A ghost of a smile flickered across the woman’s face. “I’ll thank you not to let him hear that. You’ll undo all my hard work. Still, he’s doing well and is much further along than many of his peers will be when he attends Beacon. Expected, given all the extra tutelage he receives.”
“Jaune isn’t stupid…” It was both professional courtesy and her own feelings that had Summer come to the poor boy’s defence.
“No, I’ll give him that. I would have thought him nothing but a rich and spoiled brat otherwise, but he does work hard and that speaks well of him. A factor of only coming into their wealth a few years ago, I suppose. He still recalls what it’s like to not have such a fortune to rely on.” Glynda looked back at the door and hummed. “All in all, I’ll look forward to teaching him at Beacon. Even if I’m sure he’ll forego homework in favour of physical training.”
“I wouldn’t expect Yang or Ruby to be any different.”
“I’m sure they won’t be.” Glynda laughed softly and stepped past her. “I really do have to go, however, and I’m keeping you from your work. Have a good day, Summer, and Ozpin sends his regards.”
“Yeah. Tell him I said hi.”
“I will.”
Glynda walked away with a soft wave back, one she returned. Even if she’d been forced to retire, Ozpin working with Qrow and Tai kept them all close knit enough. Plus, her daughters would be going to Beacon in a couple of years. Two for Yang and four for Ruby. Kids grow up so fast. I can still remember them as babies. Shaking the nostalgic thoughts off, Summer knocked twice on the door and entered.
Jaune was sat at his desktop computer. The fifteen-year-old boy took one look at her, panicked and shut it down, swivelling on his chair to face her with a wide and excited smile. “Summer!”
“Hey Jaune.” She grinned back, careful not to look at the screen. Growing up with Yang, she knew how kids liked to keep things from their parents and other adults. He was probably looking at something embarrassing. There was no need to drag that up. “How did your lessons with Miss Goodwitch go?”
“Really good! I think…”
“I’m sure you’re doing well.”
Jaune Arc, her master – in a sense, as she was his personal maid – was a young and excitable boy at the best of times. He’d been thirteen when she was first hired by his father, and he’d been a lot shyer then. Part of the reason they wanted a woman in the position was to help him open up, especially around girls. She liked to think she’d done a good job, and his parents certainly thought so.
At fifteen now, he was just coming to the tail-end of puberty. He wasn’t a man yet, but he’d finished growing and was working on filling out. That left him with gangly limbs and a little clumsy at times, but his earnest personality and easy smile always won her over. He had blond hair like her husband and bright blue eyes, but his face was still that of a child’s, albeit one struggling to grow into a man. She doubted he’d had to shave yet and figured he’d boast about it the moment he did.
“Miss Goodwitch says I’m at the level of a final year at Signal,” Jaune said. He always ran through the compliments he’d been given to her. Not in an arrogant way, but an endearing attempt to earn her approval. It was adorable. “If I continue as I’m going, I might start Beacon knowing material up to the second or third year.”
“Oh? And what will you do when you’re bored in lessons?”
“Eh. I’ll help my teammates.”
So cute. He really was a gem. Jaune would mean it too, as one of the things he was most excited about in Beacon was the team system. Mostly because he’d always asked her for stories on Beacon – idolising her as a huntress, even if she’d retired. She’d regaled him with stories of Team STRQ’s escapades to the point that he knew their history as well as any of them.
“Dad was training me the other day too,” he rushed. “Can I show you the move I was learning? You’ll love it! It’s really cool.”
“Hm. We could go a few rounds in the ring…” she said, emphasising the `could` to make it clear her agreement was dependent on him doing something for her. Retired or not, she could still do spars. She just couldn’t fight Grimm. “But my job is to clean your room up first, mister, and you’re as messy as ever.”
His smile wavered.
Summer laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Tell you what, how about you go have a shower and I’ll start cleaning. Then, if you’ll help me finish, we’ll go down and you can show me what you’ve learned. Sound good?”
“Yeah!” Jaune was on his feet immediately and rushing to collect his training clothes, tossing some loose shirts and jeans into the wash bin as he went, already making her job easier. “I’ll be out soon. Promise!”
The bathroom door slammed shut behind him.
Cleaning up was the bane of mothers everywhere, especially to young kids. Jaune was old enough to know better and he wasn’t half as bad as Yang could be. Most of his rubbish was huntsman stuff, too, so she could at least understand where his enthusiasm came from. Picking up the last of his training gear and setting it in a basket to be taken to the laundry team later, Summer picked a cloth out of her white apron pocket and began to run it over the sides, cleaning up the dust and much, including several sugary circles where glasses of fizzy soda had been left to leave marks.
Being a maid… It wasn’t what she’d expected, but it wasn’t as bad as what she’d expected, either. Jaune was sweet and had adored her ever since he’d met her at the age of thirteen. Sometimes she thought about introducing him to Yang, but she worried how her boisterous daughter might eat him alive. Maybe Ruby would be better.
Giggling at the thought of Yang teasing Jaune, Summer paid little attention to where she was going, cleaning the side until she bumped into Jaune’s chair. It pushed back into the computer and the mouse was moved, causing the screen to come to life and revealing that which Jaune had been so eager to hide from her.
“Oops.” Wincing, she turned on one heel. “Better hide that before Jaune gets embarra-” It was a video. A video paused halfway through. A video of a wood-panelled room with a bench in the centre. A video with a woman in her undergarments, one foot raised up on the bench as she was pulling on a pair of white stockings with a black bow on the top.
Summer’s stomach flipped.
This… It had to be coincidence. She was jumping to conclusions. Shaking a little, she glanced back to the bathroom door. It was shut and she could still hear the water running. Maid outfits are hardly unusual. It’s probably just some video from the net. Jaune’s fifteen. This is normal. It didn’t stop her hand shaking as she pressed the play button and watched the next thirty or so seconds. The woman drew up her stockings and played with her long, dark hair, tipped with red.
Her stomach fell even further.
When the woman turned, there was no denying it. The woman – her – stepped towards what must have been the full-length mirror and drew her hair before her, playing with it as she thought to herself. Thought about the things she’d been thinking on no more than twenty minutes ago.
With her hands shaking, Summer minimised the video. Behind it was a folder, a folder filled with other videos and images. Sitting down on Jaune’s seat quickly, she rifled through them. Most were just labelled with dates. There were other folders, though. One was labelled `Shower` and Summer opened it with a desperate whine. There were fewer videos in it but still some. Ten in total. Opening one at random, she immediately gasped as she saw her naked body stood in one of the mansion’s showers, running soapy foam up and down her body.
“W-What…? Why?”
The video closed. Delving deeper, she found another – this one dated back further. It looked to have started a full year ago when Jaune was fourteen. Images of her at first, then videos. The earliest were just of her in her uniform in various places and poses, sometimes posing with him and smiling at a camera, other times working. One that caught her eye was of her bending down to pick up a basket. Her skirt had ridden up, showing just a glimpse of her white panties beneath. Someone, probably Jaune, had snapped a silent photo and saved it.
Summer reached for another.
A hand slammed down on the mouse, covering hers.
Jaune’s face was pale. His hair was still wet, but he reached over her shoulder, shaking just as badly as her as he closed the computer, turned off the screen and then unplugged it entirely. He dodged back when she kicked the chair away, standing to face him.
For a moment, neither knew what to say. She stared at him and he stared back, both pale, both shaking, both mortified at what had just been seen.
At least for the few seconds it took for righteous indignation to set in.
Jaune saw the moment it happened. “S-Summer, wait-”
“How could you?” Summer meant to scream it, but it came out a hiss. Like a snake. “You- You spied on me! Recorded me! Betrayed my trust!”
“No, I… I…” Jaune trailed off.
“No? Then what’s that?” She flung a hand back toward the screen. “Hundreds of images! A year’s worth of video.” Bitter tears stung at her eyes. “Videos of me,” she gasped. “Me… naked and… and getting dressed and in the shower and god knows what else. How do you explain all that!?”
He didn’t answer. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out.
“Well?” she said, almost yelling. “Answer me! Tell me what those are. Explain it to me, Jaune. Explain why I shouldn’t go tell your parents right now. Or – Or the police!”
“No!” Jaune lunged for her, reaching for her shoulder.
Summer reacted without thinking. Retired or not, she was a huntress. One hand batted away his arm and then swept back, cracking across his cheek with an almighty clap. Jaune staggered to the side, red blossoming across the side of his face. She couldn’t bring herself to be too upset. For what he’d done, he deserved worse.
“Give me one good reason,” she said. “One good reason why I shouldn’t go to your mother right now.”
“B-Because…” He fought for one. “You’ll lose your job?”
Summer spun on one heel.
“No!”
He tackled her from behind, wrapping both arms over her shoulders. Summer reacted instantly, lashing back with one elbow and drawing an arm forward, twisting it painfully to force him to release her. His training had only just begun, but he did have the advantage of size and weight. Enough to make her topple back and fall onto his mattress. Jaune was quick to climb up and straddle her, hands on her shoulders pinning her down and him sat atop her knees, leaning forward to add more weight.
“You realise I’m a still a huntress,” Summer hissed, not afraid in the slightest. “It’s only training that stops me breaking your arms right now. Don’t give me a good reason to, Jaune. You’re in enough trouble as it is.”
“Y-You can’t lose your job,” Jaune stammered, all too aware that despite the position of power, he had little control over the situation. She could and would break free easily. “Where else are you going to find a job like this?”
“I think I’ll manage.”
“No! Listen. You – If you turn on your boss, me, then no other family will hire you.”
“They will if they know you sexually harassed me!”
“They won’t,” he said. “It’s not right, but they won’t. You’re airing a scandal about the Arc family. People won’t care whether you were right or wrong to do so, only that you did. They’ll look at you and think how if something goes wrong or you see something you don’t like, you’ll run straight to the police.”
“And I will!” she hissed. “You’re breaking the law!”
“They won’t care! You’re meant to show loyalty to the family you’re serving first. It…” Jaune cut off, swallowing nervously. He hardened himself with an audible gulp and continued. “I can’t stop you if you want to tell on me. I’ll be in trouble. I’ll probably not be put in jail, but I’ll maybe lose any chance of getting into Beacon. But that’s it,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s all I’ll lose. You’ll lose your job, your income, and any hope of getting a new job working as a maid. Or one as well paid as this. Even if mom and dad like you, they’ll get rid of you so you’re not a temptation for me to reoffend. What’ll happen to your family then? You need the money.”
Heat turned to ice as Summer’s rage simmered to a cloying cold doubt that settled in her gut. Taiyang never mentioned it but they were struggling. Or they had been, before she found this job. The house on Patch wasn’t cheap to run and Ruby and Summer wanted to be huntresses, jobs with huge costs involved. Even making the weapon Ruby wanted, or getting her the materials, was likely to put them back ten years of savings.
A weapon lasted a lifetime and could keep its wielder alive. You couldn’t afford to go cheap on that. With both Yang and Ruby getting to that age, and with Yang wanting a motorbike on top of things? Their family needed her to keep her job. They’d never say it, but without her ability to fight and go on hunts, she was a burden. A burden they loved, but a burden all the same.
And if she went to his parents, she’d lose this job. A job that was already far more well-paid than she deserved for the work done, and which she had no real qualifications to be in. Who else would hire her? Where could she possibly get a job as someone with no qualifications and no experience in anything other than fighting? There were no teaching spots open and she didn’t know how to teach, either. Fear ran through her and her muscles loosened. Jaune felt it, leaning back and taking his hands off her shoulders.
“You get it, right?” he asked, desperate in his need for an answer. “You understand? You can’t go to anyone. If you do and they see me like this, with a slap on my face? They’ll assume the worst. You’ll be out of a job faster than you can blink.”
Always in her life, Summer had taught Yang and Ruby to follow their morals and do the right thing, no matter what was offered. Here and now, she hated herself for considering the other side of the argument. I can’t afford to take the high ground. Not and lose everything.
“M-Maybe we can pretend this didn’t happen,” Summer whispered.
Jaune’s entire body relaxed. “Yeah. Yeah, I think we could.” He touched his cheek, the handprint. “T-Training accident. You fell. I tried to catch you. Your hand caught me.”
“Yes…” Summer nodded glumly. “But it has to stop!” she added, eyes sharpening. “The pictures and the videos. All of it. Swear you’ll never do that again to me or any other woman. And you have to delete all those ones, too. I want them gone!”
He stared down at her. Jaune’s eyes, so filled with fear a moment ago, dipped down her body then back up. There was something within them, a dark flame that had been lit. He licked his lips, looked down once more and then up. “What will you do if I say no?”
“W-What…?”
“What will you do,” he repeated slowly. “If I say no. If I refuse. If I said I was going to keep those videos, and that I was going to… to…” His cheeks darkened but he forced himself on, almost like he needed to know the answer. “If I was going to masturbate to them later?”
Summer’s mouth fell open. “I… I… well, I…” What would she do? Go to his parents? That was already not an option. What could she do to force him? “I-I’d be disappointed in you,” she tried. “I’d be upset.”
His eyes burned with strange intensity. “But you wouldn’t stop me. You can’t stop me.”
“…” There was nothing she could say.
Jaune clambered off her quickly and threw himself down on the bed beside her. He reached down and unbuckled his pants, pushing them down off his hips and his boxers a second later. The biggest penis Summer had ever seen popped free, easily a foot long and already hard. Jaune gripped it in one hand and began to stroke up and down.
“What are you doing!?” she shrieked, recoiling away and covering her mouth with one hand. It took her a second to turn her head away, too. “Stop that! Put it away!”
“Why?” he asked, grunting. “You – ah – can’t stop me. Right? What are you going to do? Ugh. Tell my parents? Get fired?” Even unable to see it, she could hear the sound of his hand jerking up and down. “I do this all the time,” he whispered. “To videos and pictures of you.”
“Stop!”
“I had a crush on you since the first day you looked after me.”
“Jaune, stop it.”
“I couldn’t help myself. You were just so sexy. And as I got older, I only wanted you all the more.”
“Oh my God…” Summer put her hands over her face, unable to believe what she was hearing, let alone what was going on behind her. “J-Jaune, that’s-” Sweet? Nice of him? It was none of those things. “That’s… flattering, but – but I’m a married woman. And twice your age. I have a daughter your age for crying out loud. You’re fifteen!”
“I’m also your master,” he said. “Turn around.”
Summer remained facing the other way.
“Turn around,” he said again. “That’s an order. If you don’t, I’ll tell mom and dad you slapped me.”
What that would mean for her went unsaid. Summer closed her eyes and sifted her knees so that she had turned to face him. Both hands were in her lap as she sat on her knees atop the bed. She heard him laugh breathily.
“Open your eyes, Summer.”
“Is this… Is this really necessary?” she whispered. “I already said I wouldn’t tell on you.”
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch me.
One silver eye cracked open, flicking away the second it caught sight of his monstrous shaft. With Jaune waiting and refusing to continue, she forced the other open. “There,” she whispered. “I’m looking.”
“Watch me properly. I want your eyes on me.”
“Jaune,” she protested. “This is all kinds of wrong. We can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
Jaune stopped what he was doing without question. “You’re right.”
“I – I am!?” She hadn’t thought that would work.
“Sure. Because you’re my maid and your job is to look after my needs.” Jaune moved over and flopped down, resting his head and shoulders on her lap. His eyes, still so innocent and yet filled with some unidentifiable lust, looked up at her. “Which is why you are going to be the one to jerk me off.”
“What!?” Summer flinched.
“You heard me.” He grabbed her hand and tried to move it towards his penis, only for Summer to pull back. “Do it,” he said. “If you do, I’ll not mention how you slapped me. You’ll not lose your job.”
Biting her lip, Summer looked down to his twitching member. It kept jerking of its own accord, bulging painfully and flushed with colour. It was straining to reach her despite that Jaune was laid flat on his back. It was… bigger than Taiyang’s, she reluctantly admitted.
“If I do this…” Gods, she couldn’t believe she was thinking about it. “You have to promise not to tell your parents I hit you. Or anyone!”
“I swear. Do this and I’ll never bring up you hitting me again. You have my word.”
Summer couldn’t believe she was about to do this. Her hand reached out and then hesitated, fingers only a few inches away from him. She bit her lip and tried to look away, only to find her eyes drawn back again. His dick twitched toward her and she inched back a little, intimidated by the size of it, and the implications.
Just get it over and done with, she told herself. He’s fifteen. He won’t be able to hold it in.
With a deep breath, Summer closed her eyes and took hold of him. His skin was soft and hot against her fingertips, even hotter against the palm of her hand. He was so wide that her hand couldn’t quite close around him. She heard him gasp on her lap and tried not to think of that as she brought her hand down, stroking him to his base. His pubic hair tickled the bottom of her hand.
“Is this enough?” she asked, voice weak.
“Y-Yeah. Keep going. Wank me.”
Though she could have done without the definition, Summer did as she was told, slowly gliding her hand up and down his shaft. It really was a foot long at least and she had to work her wrist, closing her fingers over his bulbous head and then running them down the length of him to his base, squeezing at the last. The raw strength of him pulsed through it, forcing her fingers apart as if the penis itself were a living, breathing entity of its own.
On her lap, Jaune moaned and gasped for breath. As expected, although he had size on his side, he was still inexperienced. He’d only ever felt his own hand. It wouldn’t be hard to make him cum and get it over with. She began to pump faster, reaching for that goal.
His hands on the underside of her breasts drew a frown. “Hey! I didn’t say you could do that.”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” Jaune wheezed. “I’ve dreamed of your tits for so long.”
“Yeah well, keep dreaming.” She slapped his hands away. “I’m already doing this. Just… Just sit back and enjoy it, okay? Don’t make me regret this anymore than I already am.”
He accepted with a fresh gasp, his arms falling flat and gripping the bedsheets as his hips pushed up, fucking her hand even as she ran it up and down him. Summer swallowed and looked down at him, at his cock. It was swollen and twitching badly, even a little moist as his precum beaded on the top and ran down his length. Her fingers collected it on the next pass and she cringed at the texture. It did make stroking him easier, though. Plenty of lubrication.
How is it so big? It’s unrealistically so. He’s going to make someone far too happy…
“Ah-” Jaune’s head reared back. His hips bucked. “I – I think I’m – oh, ooooh!”
Already? Summer was quick to pump harder and faster, aiming his cock away as she did. The last thing she wanted was his discharge all over her.
Her eyes widened.
Shit! His cum!
She wasn’t part of the laundry team – she couldn’t get rid of the evidence. If he shot his load everywhere, someone would notice. They might not connect it to her, but if they noticed it was after she’d been in his room with him, the maids would talk. The head butler would find out and investigate, maybe talk to Jaune.
“Ah! Ah! Ooh!” Jaune was no help, writhing. His cock bulged in her hand, stretching her fingers apart. There was no time!
Summer leaned down and opened her mouth.
Jaune’s eyes snapped open. “Oh god!”
The first splash struck her tongue. Bitter and warm, his cum rushed into her mouth so quickly that her cheeks bulged. A little seeped out past her lips, sealed around the head of his cock, and yet more was coming. So much and so fast that she had to swallow, or it would burst out onto the sheets.
Closing her eyes, Summer did the only thing she could. She swallowed the first load in a hefty gulp, then sucked hard on his cock, leaning down to take several more inches of him into her mouth, all the while gripping the base of his shaft and squeezing, forcing out every last shred of evidence.
“Ooooh! Ahhhh!” Jaune bucked up into her mouth, mouth open wide and back arched up into her. “Ooooooh!”
There was so much! Summer swallowed and swallowed, sucking on every discharge until the ropes of sticky cum finally began to slow down. His cock continued to twitch but no more came. Even so and just in case, she pumped him a few more times and sucked on his head, making sure there wouldn’t be any nasty surprises. Licking his dick clean, Summer glanced back to her lap, where Jaune had seemingly passed out. Too much pleasure to handle.
Pulling off him, she gasped for air. Her mouth tasted of his seed and she brought a finger up to her lip, wiping away a small amount of semen that had dribbled out. It was connected to her lip in a thin trail of sticky off-white.
Cringing, she slurped it up and past her lips, swirled it in her mouth and swallowed.
It’s just to get rid of the evidence, she told herself. Speaking of, Jaune was unconscious but with his pants around his knees and his softening cock slumped over his stomach, a small puddle of semen below his bellybutton.
Pushing him off her lap, she braced his shoulders and tugged his boxers back up, pushing his monster cock inside. She then brought his pants up and buckled those with a little more difficulty. The glistening semen on his stomach bothered her. There was a chance someone would see it. Looking around to make sure she wouldn’t be seen, Summer leant over and supped it off him, licking his body clean. Once she was sure it was done, she pushed him under the covers and stepped off the bed.
She was shaking badly.
That… That hadn’t been Jaune. For a moment, she could have sworn it was a different person. Not the kind, caring and studious young man she’d come to see as a favoured nephew, but a cruel and controlling man heady on newfound power.
Adjusting her maid uniform and wiping her lips clean, Summer spared one last look to her `master` before fleeing. She’d tell the staff he was feeling tired and called it a day early. No one would question her.
Meanwhile, she had some serious decisions to make…
Summer arrived at the mansion before lunch, already dressed in her maid uniform and without a bag of clothing to her name. If the head butler noticed the difference, he made no note of it, only saying that the young master was expecting her and was studying in his room. Summer ascended the stairs with a determined expression, eyes hardened, and shoulders squared.
Pushing open the door to his room, she strode in, finding him sat at his computer as usual.
“Jaune, I’ve made my decision. I’m resigning.”
“What?” He wheeled to face her, eyes wide. “You can’t.”
“I can. I’ve thought about it and… I know I’ll probably lose any chance of finding a job that pays this well, but I’ll make do. I won’t report you to the police.” God knows she should, but that would require the disgusting things she’d done to be aired to her family. Taiyang, she dreaded to imagine what he would think. “But I can’t keep working here if you’re going to do what you did yesterday to me. It wasn’t right and… and after a night to think about it, I realised I can’t do this. I’m leaving.”
“But what about your job?” he asked, desperate to keep her. “What about the money!?”
“Money isn’t worth my happiness, Jaune.”
“Is your family worth your happiness?”
Summer’s eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It…” Jaune looked nervous, frightened, but also hungry. He had that same dark look he’d worn the day before, the same nervous energy. “It’s exactly what it sounds like.” He turned the computer screen around so that she could see it.
On it, a video was frozen with a picture of her kneeling over a clearly sleeping Jaune, his cock in her hand and her lips stained white.
Summer’s stomach fell. “W-What…?”
“It’s pretty incriminating,” Jaune said nervously. “What would your husband think?”
Her world was spinning. Her head- Summer fell to her knees, eyes locked on the screen as nightmares of Taiyang leaving rushed through her head. The whole video would have shown Jaune forcing her, but that image looked the other way around. There would be more, too, pictures of her taking him into her mouth, of her cleaning up the evidence.
Something only a guilty person would do. Summer Rose, predator, taking advantage of her sleeping charge and sexually assaulting him. Tears burned at her eyes and her hands shook violently. A soft whimper escaped her.
“No one has to know,” Jaune said softly, sweetly. “It can be our secret.”
“You… You promised you’d not do this,” she whispered.
“I promised I’d hide the evidence of you hitting me. And I did. Mom and dad are convinced it happened in a spar. I didn’t promise anything else.” He leaned forward, smiling at her and licking his lips. “But if you stay as my maid and keep me happy, I can promise not to share this with anyone. It’ll be our little secret. Just you and me.”
Her voice wavered and cracked. “You’ll not tell…?”
Coming around behind her, Jaune leaned down and kissed her neck. “No one.”
Summer fell back onto the mattress and bounced. No sooner had she settled than Jaune was up with her, eyes wide and full of wonder. He gripped her hands and forced them up over her head, pinning them down with her wrists crossing over one another. “Keep them there,” he whispered. “Don’t move them.”
His hands roamed over her arms, running down her wrists to her elbows, then her shoulders and beyond, until he finally held them out, hovering an inch over each breast. Kneeling over her compliant frame, he swallowed and brought his hands down to cup each magnificent breast. His fingers kneaded them, gripping onto the fabric of her white blouse.
“God, I’ve thought about playing with these for so long.” He squeezed and rolled them left and right, staring down with his mouth open and a hazy look in his eyes. Suddenly impatient, he dipped his fingers down through the top of her blouse, touching her skin directly and running his fingers along the edge of her bra. “This has to go,” he whispered, tugging at her top. “Don’t move your hands!” he repeated as she made to do just that. “I… I want to undress you. You just lay there.”
Summer made a low sound and leaned her head back, looking up towards the headboard of the bed and trying to ignore his hands fiddling with her lace bodice. Not looking only made it worse as she experienced everything all the more, his fingers tugging at the knots and the tight black material loosening, then being pulled off. He was rough and eager, dragging her blouse up out of her skirt and bunching it up in his hands, trying to get it up over her head. He left it on her arms around her elbows, not even bothering to pull it up over her hands as her breasts were revealed.
His hands touched her bosom again, ran over it. He groaned and leaned down to plant a kiss on her cleavage, just under her neck. His tongue dipped out and licked at the valley of her breasts, dipping down between them and lapping at her skin. Summer shivered.
He wasn’t satisfied with that for long. He pulled her bra down rather than remove it, laughing deliriously as her boobs bounced free. Still supple thanks to her training regime, they were full and round with bright nipples that stood at attention. Jaune tweaked one with his fingers, drawing a whimper from her.
“You like that?”
“No,” she hissed. “Just get it over with. Do what you want.”
“I will. Patience.” He leaned in to kiss her left nipple. “I always wondered what you’d taste like.” He didn’t want for a response and leaned down again, laying his body flat against hers with his chest on her stomach and his face between her breasts. Drawing her left nipple into his mouth, he suckled on it like an aggressive baby, teasing it between his teeth, drawing it almost painfully into his mouth and lavishing the sensitive nub with his tongue.
“Hm,” he moaned around it, suckling and slurping loudly. “Mmm. Mm. Hm.”
Summer closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying not to show any reaction – or worse, experience it. Her breasts had always been sensitive; a consequence of having Ruby. That Jaune could stimulate them so was no surprise. Her body didn’t register her lack of consent, only that she was having her tits played with.
He moved onto her right breast after the first was well and truly bathed with his spit. He continued to play with it with his other hand, but his lips latched onto the other and sucked on it, Jaune leaning back and up as he inhaled with so much force that her breasts followed him, pitching up until he let go with a loud `pop` sound. Her tits jiggled, a circle around her nipple bright pink thanks to his `love bite`.
Breathing heavily and shaking with excitement, Jaune stood up and unbuckled his pants, drawing out his belt and tossing it away. He knelt off her a second to shuck off his pants and underwear, revealing his hard shaft once more, then knelt back over her, one knee under each armpit. “Keep your hands up there,” he said, placing his cock between her breasts and holding them together. “I’m going to fuck your tits, Summer. How does that sound?”
“Disgusting.”
“Guess I shouldn’t have asked.” Jaune began to thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his length between her breasts and holding them with his hands, forming a tight corridor of soft flesh through which he could rub himself. Summer winced each time his head brushed up over her breastbone, becoming visible to her through the valet of her chest.
“Unh. Ah. Ugh.” He pumped and pumped, squeezing her breasts tighter and tighter while working his hips. His face was flushed with exertion. “That feels so good. I bet you never thought you’d be giving a boy a tit job.” He laughed. “I never thought I’d get one.”
Refusing to say a word, Summer looked away.
“This is hard.” He sighed and came to a stop. “Fine. Use your hands. I want you to pin your tits on either side of my cock. Move them up and down, too. Rub me off.”
Working her blouse off, Summer complied, bringing her hands down to cup the sides of her breasts and push them against him. That let him lean forward and place his hands down on the mattress, thrusting into her on all fours while his stomach and chest hovered above her face.
So disgusting, she thought, watching his hard shaft poke up from her bosom with every thrust. I can’t believe the sweet boy I admired so would do this. The red head of his cock kept looking up toward her, his little slit visible. And I can’t believe how big he is. It’s incredible.
“Ah! Ah! That’s it!” Jaune gasped and fell onto his elbows, his chest leaning against her hair. He began to thrust into her breasts harder and harder. “I’m going to cum,” he groaned. “Summer, I’m going to cuuu-”
The first rope of sticky white seed splashed over her chin and lips. Summer closed her eyes a second later and brought her breasts up, engulfing him as best she could. She felt sticky warmth spread between her breasts and dribble out onto her chest, but he was too big to contain. Jaune thrust again and poked his head out from her cleavage, shooting more of his seed up onto her neck and shoulder. She could feel it dribbling down her chin and onto her hair.
“Shiiit…” Jaune rolled off and to the side, panting harshly. “Oh wow, that was amazing.”
Yeah, she thought glumly. Amazing.
Before she could ask if that was it, he was moving again, crawling down to her legs with his twelve inches dandling down between his own. She didn’t bother to move, simply laying there as he picked up one foot and pulled her heel off, tossing it off the bed then doing the same with her other foot. He ran his hands over her stocking-clad ankles and legs, drifting higher until he found the gap of skin between her stockings and skirt.
“I always thought these looked hot on you. “I snuck into laundry once and stole a pair of your stockings. I’ve got them hidden in my drawers somewhere, all crusty and sticky with cum.”
Summer grimaced. “I didn’t need to know that…”
“Maybe I’ll make you wear them next time.” He ran his hands higher, under her skirt to tickle at the insides of her thighs. “I don’t have the patience for it now, though.” With a red face he looked up at her. “Lift your skirt up for me.”
“C-Can’t you? You’re right there.”
“I want to see you do it,” he said. “Actually, stand up. Stand up on your knees.”
Summer groaned but did as asked, crawling up to stand with her top bare and covered in drying semen and her face a bright red. Reaching down with both hands, she drew up her skirt and held it between the finger and thumb of each hand.
“Whoah.” Jaune knelt and looked up under it, admiring her white underwear. Simple cotton, but he acted like he’d never seen the like before. “Keep holding your skirt up like that,” he said, reaching one hand between her legs.
“Hngh.” Summer flinched as he stroked her core, pushing her panties up with two fingers to rub at her entrance.
“Wow.” Jaune pressed his face against the front of her underwear and inhaled deeply, missing the disgusted look she shot him. “Keep holding your skirt up,” he said, reaching under with both hands to tug at the waistband of her underwear. “I want to see you properly.”
There was no stopping him. Not without risking everything. Summer closed her eyes as she felt her knickers be drawn down her thighs. He paused once he’d gotten it just enough to see her trimmed bush, then dragged it the rest of the way down quickly. He moved forward, accidentally knocking her off balance and causing her to fall back, legs tangled under her. He didn’t seem to care, forcing her legs apart and pulling her underwear off, then pushing his face between her legs and licking at her.
Summer’s body tensed and she tossed her head to the side, still holding her skirt up with both hands despite it being unnecessary.
“I need to be inside you,” Jaune said, leaning back and spreading her legs, fishing his cock into hand. “I need to know what you feel like.”
“What!?” Summer looked down and worked a foot in front of him, pressing it against his chest to keep him back. “No! Absolutely not! I’m a married woman!”
“You’re my maid!” He grabbed her foot and pulled it to the side, sliding forward on his knees and dragging her down at the same time until his thighs were against her buttocks. “And you’ll do what I want if you don’t want your husband and daughters to see those videos of you.”
“Grk.” Summer gritted her teeth and looked away. “F-Fine. But use protection.”
“And ruin my first time?” Jaune thrust into her in one go, sliding all twelve inches into her body with a raw gasp. “N-Not a chance!”
Summer’s back arched as he dove in deeper than anyone ever had before. Not a virgin by any means, her body took him easily for the first eight inches – Taiyang’s size – but the rest was all Jaune, stretching her wide than she ever had been before and dragging a strangled groan of pure lust from her throat.
Her hands slapped over her mouth a second later, but it was too late.
“You like that!?” Jaune’s voice was heady. There was a huge grin on his face. “I knew you liked me.”
“N-No. That’s not true.”
“You’re saying that, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off my dick when you were stroking me. I saw it on the video. You kept looking.”
“It’s the size,” Summer lied, tears in her eyes. “I was surprised.”
“You like it.” He thrust up into her, drawing a gasp from her lips. “You like being used by me.”
“No! No, I don’t!”
“Heh. Liar.” Jaune leaned forward, drawing up both of her legs so that she was bent in half, knees almost touching her shoulders and her white stockings bouncing over his shoulders. He hammered into her furiously, pounding her into the mattress and staring into her eyes the whole time. “Look at me,” he hissed when she turned away. He gripped her face and drew her back. “Look at the person fucking you, Summer.”
“Hn. Ah. Gah.” The desperate little whines slipped out with every thrust, forced past her lips as he drove the air from her.
“That’s it,” Jaune whispered, leaning down to press his lips to hers. His tongue dipped into her open mouth and found hers, wrestling and writhing against it. Her own fought back – trying to push him out of her mouth but only making it all the better for Jaune.
The wet slap of his balls echoed against her ass. He knelt back up and gripped her ass, pulling her up off the bed and onto his lap as he slammed his hips into hers, plunging deep inside her. Summer’s hands had fallen above her head at some point and fisted themselves in the bedsheets, drawing them back until they were scrunched up in her hands. Her breasts ached and she mewled happily as he leaned down to capture one heaving tit in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her teat.
“Hah! Ah! Oh! Ye- Hnghh!” Summer bit off the word before it could slip free.
There was no doubting he heard it. His pace increased, driving her ever deeper into the mattress and a haze of lust and need. He was bigger than Taiyang, but more than that he was harder, rougher and far more energetic. He fucked her like a man dying of thirst.
I don’t like this! I don’t! I don’t!
Her body arched up into him, head falling back to give him better access to her neck. Jaune took full advantage, layering kisses up and down her throat. His chest pressed down into hers as he worked his way up to her lips once more, licking at her tongue and leaning back as she leaned forward to claim his lips. He grinned, pleased at her need.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Whenever you’re with your husband, you’ll think of me.”
“No,” she panted. “That’s not true.”
“You will. You know it’s true.” Jaune thrust into her again, driving himself so deep that her mouth and eyes opened wide. “And I’ll give you something to make sure you do,” he wheezed. “Here it comes!”
What? Now-? Summer’s eyes grew wider still.
“Outside!” she begged. “Pull out! I’m not on the pill!”
“Good!” Jaune leaned in and bit her neck, jerking once inside her and then unleashing a torrent of heat directly into her body. His groan met hers, the twin sounds filling the room as Summer’s head fell back, eyes wide and mouth open as what felt like gallon after gallon of cum was dumped inside her. It filled her so quickly, spreading into her womb as her legs fell down on either side of Jaune’s waist, twitching badly, toes curled under her white stockings as her own orgasm ripped through her.
I’m cumming as he does. The hysterical thought reached her even through the shock. I came to being blackmailed and fucked by a fifteen-year-old. I… I actually came…
“Ugh. Agh.” Jaune collapsed atop her, face buried in her neck as he came. His huge dick was nestled deep inside her body, still spasming occasionally and shooting an errant rope of cum deep inside her. His knees dug into the mattress, pushing him a little closer, seeking every inch of her pussy that he could. “Oh, Summer,” he moaned. “I’m going to knock you up.”
“N-No…”
“I am.” He kissed her neck. “And you’re not going to do a thing to stop me.” He kissed her again, this time on the underside of her chin, before he worked his way up to her mouth and hovered there, breathing into her lips. “Understand? You’re mine to use as I please now, and if you refuse then I’ll make sure everyone you know sees not only the last video, but this one too.”
Summer’s breath hitched. Her eyes closed.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes… master.”
Summer stepped out of the changing room and made her way up the stairs, one hand on the railing and her face red, legs unsteady and shaking. Several maids passed her by with concerned looks, but she smiled for each and waved them off, making her excuses as necessary and doing whatever she could to stop her knees from knocking together. As she reached the top, she paused and gasped for breath, then carried on with an ungainly gait.
Glynda met her outside Jaune’s room. Summer’s heart sank.
“Summer!” The woman smiled for her. “How are you? You look… Are you okay, Summer?”
“Y-Yes.” Summer almost choked on the word, then swallowed. “Sorry, I haven’t had much to drink today. F-Feeling a little – ah – parched.” Her smile was flimsy, and she gasped on the last word, shaking for a moment before steadying herself.
“Are you sure?” Glynda asked, all concern. “If you’re not feeling well today, I’m sure Jaune would let you go home early. The boy idolises you.”
Summer flinched. “No. I’m fine. E-Excuse me,” she pushed past, legs moving woodenly. “I – I should get to w – ah-” She stumbled and caught herself on the door.
“Summer!”
“M’fine,” Summer slurred. “Sorry. Got to work.” Slipping through, she slammed the door shut on the concerned woman’s face. The moment she did, she slumped down to her knees, shaking and pressing her forehead against the door.
“Morning Summer,” Jaune said cheerily, over by the computer as usual but this time with his hand on a small remote control. “That was pretty rude of you by the way, closing the door on Miss Goodwitch like that.”
“Mhm.” Summer moaned, stumbling to her feet. “P-Please stop…”
“Let me see,” Jaune said, leaning forward.
Obediently, Summer reached down and raised her skirt, showing Jaune how her panties were pushed down a little, the bottom wet as they strained around a quietly vibrating and twisting piece of silicone and plastic buried deep inside her. One that Jaune had the controls to, and which had been ramped up to high.
Summer vibrated with it. “Mmm. Pleaseeee…”
“Please, what?”
“Please stop, master. Let me take it out!”
Jaune laughed and pushed his chair back, rolling out. His fly was down, his cock out and pointing towards her. “How about you give me a treat first and I’ll consider it.” Jaune patted his thigh and spread his legs. “You know what to do.”
Desperately, Summer crawled on all fours towards him, knelt between his knees, opened her mouth and leaned forward. Soft warmth engulfed the head of Jaune’s cock, and he leaned back, placing one hand atop Summer’s head and stroking her hair.
His other hand reached out to the control and flicked it to `max`. Summer squealed around his length, body shaking madly and the vibrations travelling all the way up to her mouth and throat, then rushing into his cock and balls. Jaune groaned and held onto her hair, standing up and thrusting forward as he shot his load into the woman’s mouth.
As he held her there, nose buried into his pubic hair and her throat bobbing as she swallowed, body shivering as the vibrator ravaged her, Jaune couldn’t help but close his eyes and sigh happily. Summer swallowed every last drop, but he held her there still, just enjoying the warmth of her mouth.
“Such a good little maid.”