The Lady's Name Is Croft 4 (Patreon)

Lara bit her forearm, holding in a shriek as Craig held her down with a hand groping her pert ass. For some reason, she couldn’t break free. Didn’t want to. There was something she wanted even more than to be fucked and it was to experience this power he’d summoned up, to get her first taste of Craig’s own brand of sexuality. What’s the move, dear boy? What’s the game? And what the bloody hell are you doing to me?

Craig’s body stiffened. Balls quivering, his cock lurched. A plume of cum shot out into the air, landing all the way up in Lara’s hair.

“Mmmm… yeah,” Craig sighed, as he spurted again, and again, his seed raining down on Lara’s back and on her deliciously rolling ass. He would’ve splashed his own hand if he hadn’t moved it to her hip, gripping the tender flesh there in a way that mixed thoughts of being fucked on all fours into the miasma of lust Lara was feeling.

She was a mess long before his balls were drained—inside and out—Lara felt something seismic happen in her cunt when his cum drained down between her cheeks, between her thighs, and touched her pussy with its sticky warmth.

Blimey, I think I just came a little. That bastard deliberately shortchanged me and I may have squirted a tidge. Bugger all, why does my twat have to be as willful as me?

With her sensuality expended, outrage came rushing in. Lara felt all that spilled jizz steaming on her from slit to scalp and knew that she could’ve had it up in her womb instead, after a rousing bout of rutting. And if it was anything as energetic as their sparring had been, then she’d truly missed out.

And yet, she didn’t feel like she’d missed out. Her anger was queered by a sense of arousal. It’d been a long time since she’d enjoyed flirting, men being so easy to seduce, but she felt a pleasing sense now of having given as good as she’d gotten. Well-played, you little wanker. But the time will come when you’re begging for my pussy. And it will come soon.

Lara looked over her shoulder and was pleased, but somehow not surprised, to see Craig’s dripping prick remained stiff, despite all the seed he’d unloaded. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. It could well be that’s the last shot you’ll ever have at my fanny.”

“Well then, at least I won’t know what I’m missing.”

Lara’s hungry eyes fastened on his cock. Cor, was it getting smaller or bigger? How long would it actually take to go limp? He could practically bring her to climax even now…

She shook herself away from the thought. “Go clean yourself up. You’re in an absolutely beastly state for the livery. Hillary has left instructions for the running of the estate in the servants’ quarters. You’ll also find the appropriate forms to fill out to begin depositing your paycheck. You may move your things in when you’re off the clock, which is when I go to sleep. And of course, if you tell anyone about our arrangement, I’ll kill you.”

“Hey, I’m not a gentleman, but I’m not an asshole. This nudist thing is nobody’s business but yours.”

“And yours,” Lara reminded him, smirking. Confident now that it wouldn’t be long before he tried her again—and this time she wouldn’t make it so easy for him to win. “By the way, if you want to go naked, I wouldn’t be adverse to the idea. But I imagine you’ll look rather fetching in your little penguin outfit, so I want to see you in that post-haste.”

“Really? Because I was thinking I would go ahead and fuck you now. Do you want to wait—”

As quick as a snapping bear-trap, Lara was out from under Craig. Twisting across the floor like a gymnast, her legs swinging to his neck, trapping his head and swiping him down to the ground. In a heartbeat, she’d clamped powerful thighs shut on his windpipe.

“Don’t be too familiar now,” Lara chided, feeling his hands at her legs, but it was like trying to pry loose a statue’s stone limbs. “I’m all for a good bit of sport and I can stand to lose the occasional contest, but you’re a training partner, nothing more. I’ll reward you for pushing me to my limit, but don’t go thinking you’re my mate, in any sense of the word. And always remember, I let you spank me because I enjoyed it, not for your pleasure. Clear?”

Craig tapped out on her thigh. Lara smiled to herself and let him go.

“Yes, I think we’re clear,” she cooed. She poked him with her big toe as he gasped for air. “Now, do you remember what you should be doing?”

“Get cleaned up. Change into the livery. Go through Hillary’s checklist.”

“There’s a good lad.” Lara rested her foot on top of his prone body. “I do like your coloring. It goes so well with my nail polish. Oh, I’ll have to teach you how to do my nails. That will be fun.”

***

Lara didn’t sleep easily that night. It was silly, of course. She was used to having others under her roof. Hillary, Zip, Bryce; whoever served her needs at the moment. It was more unusual for her to be alone. And yet…

Craig’s presence wasn’t like that of anyone she’d known before. It nettled her. It wasn’t unpleasant, but she simply could not stay up, feeling his energy instead of closing her eyes and going to sleep.

She was a career woman, of a sort… maybe more like a nun. She had her calling. It, and her ambition, required her to be in peak physical condition. All else came second.

Lara took a sleeping pill.

Early in the morning, she awoke. Tossing and turning. Now she didn’t even try to go back to sleep. Lara got out of bed, not bothering with a robe despite the predawn chill. Maybe she should have a glass of warm milk and see about reading herself to sleep in a recliner.

But her steps didn’t take her to the kitchen. They brought her to the servants’ quarters. Craig’s door was ajar, letting out the moonlight in a thin blade. Lara went through the dark hallway as if that light were a relic she was seeking.

She paused by the door. What did she want from Craig, assuming he was awake? To shag him? Surely—he was a handsome bloke and she had her libido, running as hot as the rest of her. But she also wanted to put him in his place… and see what he’d do to get back at her after she’d scored a hit on him.

A look through the cracked door. Craig laid on the bed, the sheets down around his knees, headphones making a vise around his head. He was naked except for briefs. They were tight, accentuating his member, because it seemed to bulge out even more when his briefs were so close elsewhere. Even after Lara registered the size of him, her eyes flitted back to that again and again. It was no wonder she’d become so enthused with him—no, it was, because she still hadn’t sampled that crude delicacy. Only been… marked… by it.

Craig was a strapping lad—no, a young man, barely younger than her, their birthdays within a decade of each other. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and tan, his waist small, his legs long and plated with muscles. His eyes were closed, though the tinny music that spilled out from his headphones seemed like they should be enough to keep him awake. But sometimes what Lara needed to get to sleep was far from ocean sounds—some of the best sleeps of her life had been with the rain pouring down and thunder cracking the sky.

For a moment, Lara considered waking him, just because he was her butler and she could. But no, that was too petty a revenge. And it was good to watch him, as he’d watched her. She wondered if he’d felt as drawn to her naked body as she did to his. It seemed untoward that she should feel more desire than he did. He’d resisted her… but she was resisting him too, now. After all, she wasn’t going to him. Wasn’t waking him up. Wasn’t putting her mouth on his cock, getting it nice and hard so that it would fulfill her as she’d been thinking about since before his white-hot cum had soaked her skin…

His left hand moved lazily down his cobblestone abs, until it rested on top of his bulge. Lara’s heart fluttered. Her fingers twitched—the pleasing feedback of her pistol’s recoil after a bullseye. She didn’t know why she thought of that. Maybe because she still didn’t know what that big cock felt like in her hand.