The Lord's Serving Maid Is Never Allowed To Finish: An Explicit Medieval Orgasm Denial Romance

I have learned to serve without question in Ashton's castle, but his commands in the solar strip away every layer of obedience I thought I possessed. He keeps me at the edge while he reads his scrolls. The ache grows until I can barely breathe.

He denies me the release my body craves, again and again, turning my yielding into something sharper than fear. The class lines we cross with each withheld peak risk everything he holds, yet I cannot stop returning to his side.

When he pins my hand behind my back and orders me to my knees instead, I wonder how long his control will hold before the enemies at our gates demand a choice neither of us can afford.