Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 261: Look at this Clara

Elizabeth sat up on the bed, completely naked, her arms resting casually on her hips like she was lounging in a throne room instead of bare-assed on crumpled sheets. She fixed her gaze on Clara, who stood just inside the doorway, looking like she wanted to melt into the floor.

"Hello, Clara," Elizabeth said, her voice smooth but sharp, like a blade wrapped in silk.

Clara’s cheeks were already pink, but they turned a deeper red at the greeting. She kept her eyes glued to the hardwood floor, her black stockings shifting as she fidgeted.

"H-hello, Miss Elizabeth..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands clasped tight in front of her mini skirt, fingers twisting nervously.

Elizabeth tilted her head, a slow smirk playing on her lips. "So, Clara, why’ve you been peeking at us since this morning?" Her tone was calm but pointed, like she was calling out a kid caught stealing cookies. "Didn’t I tell all you maids to stay out of my personal business?"

Clara’s eyes flicked up for a split second, then darted back down. "Miss... I wasn’t peeking," she said, her voice shaking as she twisted her fingers tighter. "I was just... walking by, and the door was open, so..." The lie was so obvious it might as well have been written on her forehead. Her blush deepened, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the floor creaking under her.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, leaning forward just enough to make Clara flinch. "So you’re gonna lie to me now?" Her voice turned sharper, that commanding edge cutting through the room. "You saying I’m lying, huh?"

Clara’s eyes squeezed shut, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "No, ma’am!" she said quickly, her voice high and panicked. "I—I didn’t mean that, I swear."

I chuckled from my spot on the bed, sprawled out just as naked as Elizabeth, one leg bent and my arm propped behind my head. The sheets barely covered my lap, and I didn’t care. "It’s okay, Elizabeth, let it go," I said, flashing her a lazy smile. "I mean, it’s not like Clara’s gonna run out and tell the whole town, right?" I turned my gaze to Clara, raising an eyebrow. "You’re not spilling this to anyone, are you?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Clara’s head snapped up, her eyes wide and earnest. "I would never," she said, her voice firm despite the tremble in it. "Not even if it killed me, sir. I swear."

I grinned, glancing at Elizabeth. "See? Told you. She’s solid." I leaned back, the headboard cool against my shoulders. "No harm done, right?"

Elizabeth’s smirk softened, but her eyes stayed locked on Clara, sharp and assessing. She shifted, crossing one leg over the other, completely unbothered by her nudity. "Oh, I know Clara or any other girl in this mansion would never betray me," she said, her voice dropping low, almost dangerous. "That’s not even what I’m getting at. That’s not why I’m calling you out."

Clara swallowed hard, her hands still fidgeting. "Ma’am...." she asked, barely a whisper, like she was bracing for whatever came next.

Clara stood rooted to the spot, her breaths coming quick and shallow, lips pressed tight in a mix of embarrassment and something else—something hotter. Her cheeks were already flushed, but now they burned a deep scarlet, her hands twisting nervously in front of her black mini skirt. The room felt heavy, the air thick with tension and the lingering scent of sex.

I leaned back on the bed, still naked, one arm propped behind my head, glancing between the two women. "What’s this about?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion as I looked from Elizabeth’s smirking face to Clara’s mortified one.

Elizabeth sat up straighter, her bare body completely at ease. "It’s about the fact that Clara was peeking," she said, her tone sharp but controlled. "And the fact that she was having thoughts she shouldn’t—especially about my man."

Clara’s eyes widened, and she froze, her hands stopping mid-twist. She exhaled a shaky breath, then dipped her head low, her face burning even brighter—like she was caught but also a little thrilled. "I’m sorry, Miss Elizabeth," she murmured, her voice soft but trembling with honesty. "I... it was hard to control myself."

I squinted, leaning forward slightly, my eyebrows shooting up. "Ehhh—did I hear that right?" I said, half-laughing, half-stunned. I glanced at Elizabeth, who was already smirking wider, like she’d just won a bet.

"See? Told you," Elizabeth said, tilting her head toward me, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. She leaned back on her hands, her boobs catching the dim lamplight, completely unbothered by her nudity.

Clara’s head stayed bowed, her black stockings shifting as she rocked slightly on her feet. "I won’t do it again, ma’am," she said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I swear."

Elizabeth’s laugh was low, almost cruel. "Oh, it’s way too late for that, Clara." She shifted, uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide, right there in front of the maid.

The sheets fell away, exposing everything—her pussy still glistening, my cum slowly oozing out, a creamy trail against her pink folds. "Tell me," Elizabeth said, her voice dropping to a challenging purr. "Did you enjoy watching us?"

Clara gulped hard, her throat bobbing. Her eyes flicked up for a split second, catching the sight of Elizabeth’s spread legs, then darted away again. Her face was a mess of shame, embarrassment, and something else—excitement, maybe, buried under all that guilt. She didn’t answer, her lips pressed even tighter, like she was afraid to admit anything.

Elizabeth leaned forward, her smirk turning wicked. "Look at this," she said, gesturing to herself, her thighs open wide. "Feel the warmth he left inside me. You want this too, don’t you?"

Clara’s gaze flicked down again, and this time it lingered—on the slow drip of my cum, on the way Elizabeth’s folds glistened in the light. Her face turned an impossible shade of red, her lips parting slightly, her breath hitching. She looked like she was caught between running away and stepping closer, her hands trembling at her sides.