Power Imbalance

Author's Note: i HATE dio brando!!!

Wordlessly, Kayneth worked on scrubbing the potatoes clean. Her eyebrows knitted themselves together as lukewarm water threatened to splash onto her apron. Hopefully, Master Dio or Jonathan wouldn’t ask her for anything. It would be best to have no distractions. Ideally, she’d like to have this done before the kitchen staff got to work on preparing dinner.

Fate, however, had other plans.

“Oh, Kayneth!”

The maid sighed. Her posture straightened as she wiped her wet hands on her apron and turned towards her young master, Dio Brando, who simply grinned at her. He positively dwarfed her in size. There was a cruelness in his eyes that showed that he could and would snap her like a twig if she said one thing he didn’t like. Her heart throbbed at the thought. The danger that hung around Master Dio was undeniable. It was addictive.

Still, she didn’t have to like it.

A shaky breath caught itself in her throat as his hands, his strong and talented hands, reached for her skirts. “Master!” she gasped out. “I’m busy!”

Dio chuckled. “It can wait.”

She shook her head. “Please, I can tend to your... needs as soon as I’m finished. I would also appreciate not being caught by the kitchen staff.”

He clicked his tongue. “Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

She had to choose her words carefully. “...It’s not that, Master. It’s just... unbecoming for a man of your status to be caught laying with a lowly maid such as I.”

Another chuckle rumbled in his throat as he pulled himself away and let her many skirts fall back into place. “Fine. You will have to make it up to me later, Miss Jamiroquai. I ask that you draw me a bath when you’re done with... whatever menial task it is you’re doing.”

Kayneth sighed. Her eyes fluttered closed behind her glasses as she bent forward and gave him a bow. “Of course, Master Dio.”

Once the kitchen duties were done, Kayneth rushed to do what Dio asked her to. It was a pain. Even if it was Jonathan that asked her to prepare the bath for him, she would have still grumbled under her breath the entire time. The process of filling the luxurious tub was arduous and tedious. Still, she managed to get it done.

“Oh good, I was starting to feel particularly filthy,” Dio practically purred out as he stepped into the bathroom. “Help me undress.”

“Yes, Master Dio,” Kayneth whispered as she did just that. Her work weathered hands got to work on popping open the buttons of his silk shirt and tight trousers. Quickly and efficiently, she folded his discarded clothing and tucked it away for her to take later. Her breath quickened as did her pulse as the pale expanse of his skin was exposed to her. Faint scars decorated his body and it only highlighted the perfection that was Dio Brando. Though, Kayneth was not about to tell him this. Her master did not need a bigger head. She squatted down to work on pulling off his shoes and socks but she found herself face to face with his clothed manhood. A heavy blush blossomed across her own pale features and contrasted against the deep red of her hair at the scent of his masculinity. She swallowed. “Please undress, sir.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “Hm? I believe it is your job to do that for me.”

“...Yes, Master Dio.”

Her fingers hooked into the hem of his undergarments and pulled down down his muscular legs. That blush intensified as she tried to avoid looking at his manhood. No, she would not get distracted. She was a servant girl and he was her master. It wasn’t proper. Not at all. Her cheeks burned scarlet as she tried to push aside all the filthy memories they shared. Finally, Dio stepped out of his undergarments and socks. The scent of his masculinity clouded her senses. She felt so hazy. Her heart thudded against her rib cage as that oh-so-familiar heat burned inside her core. Her blue eyes closed as she stared at the ground, purposely avoiding his heated gaze, and started to rise to her feet. However, he placed his strong hand on her shoulder and kept her in place.

“You aren’t done here, Miss Jamiroquai. Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Hesitantly, Kayneth looked up at her master. Her eyes widened behind her glasses as she saw the familiar sight of his thick and heavy cock stiffening in front of her. She swallowed. Her hands trembled as they reached for him and wrapped around his thick base.

A cruel laugh escaped the blond as he smacked her hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I... I thought that...”

“Oh, oh no. Are you such an ill-mannered whore that you jump to such conclusions? Should I have a talk with the head maid about her poor training?” He laughed again. “However, I, Dio, am a reasonable man. I will not talk of this transgression to my father nor the head of staff.”

“Th-thank you, Master Dio.” She bowed her head.

“You will bathe me, however.”

“Yes, Master Dio. Let me help you into the tub—” Her words were cut off by Dio’s hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him once again. “Master?”

“You will do no such thing. You will bathe me with your tongue.” Her pupils shrank to pinpricks. Her mouth went dry. Still, she nodded. He led her to a chair that he sat on and held out his left foot. “Go on. Start here.”

Disgust washed across her face but Kayneth reached for his ankle and got to work. The salty taste of sweat was strongest along his sole and between his toes. She grimaced between licks but continued to do as she was told.

It was gruelling. It was humiliating. It was awful.

Yet she continued.

Dio’s toes wriggled as she lapped the balls of his foot. Then she worked her way up to the top of his foot and licked the arch, the dorsom and the tops of his toes before working her way to his ankle. The taste of sweat wasn’t there anymore but the higher and higher she got up his leg, the stronger it got. Her head was swimming with an emotion she couldn’t find the words for.

Lust? Shame? Anger? Disgust? Everything all at once?

Soon, she found herself face to face with his crotch. The scent of deep masculinity rattled her to her core. It was heady, heavy and sordid. Mind-melting. Hesitantly, she leaned in to lick along his length. He huffed. His hands weaved themselves in her wine-red hair and undid the pleats that kept her hair up. It spilled down her shoulders in a wine coloured cascade. Her glasses fogged from the heat radiating from his cock. Her mouth watered as hunger panged in her core. He led her along his shaft, forcing her now wet lips to run along the sides and underside and eventually the top. He then shoved her under his shaft and between his balls, where the taste and scent was the strongest. It was salty and sour. A scent she didn’t know if she loved or couldn’t stand. Still, she continued to lick in between shaky huffs. Eventually, the taste of sweat faded into almost nothing before she took one of his heavy balls into her mouth. Gently, she suckled and licked until the taste was gone before moving to the other one. Her body shook with need. Then, she was pushed further down as his hips shoved themselves forward.

“Go on now! You were doing so well! Don’t you stop now!”

Kayneth stared at Dio’s muscular glutes. She grimaced. Her hands trembled as they rested on his toned thighs. Then, she brought her face to his twitching asshole. His cruel laughter bounced off the bathroom walls as she dragged her tongue across the bitter hole. It was something she shouldn’t be experiencing. She had read of such a filthy act in lewd magazines that were passed around the other maids but didn’t think she would experience it!

Dio shoved her further between his cheeks. Her nose found itself flush against his taint as she slathered her tongue all over his asshole. It tasted like sweat, musk and something that she wasn’t supposed to experience. There was no other way to describe it. Primal, perhaps? She was disgusted but horrifically aroused. Heat licked at her skin as she reluctantly feasted on his body. Arousal pumped through her veins as quim dribbled from her folds and seeped into her undergarments. She was thankful that her many skirts hid her arousal. There was no way that she’d let Dio know of her shameful secret. He would never let her live it down.

“Get deep in there, you disgusting creature. I can’t believe you let yourself sink so low, filth.”

Despite the venomous words, there was an obvious mirth to his voice. Another harsh cackle ripped from his throat as he shoved her further in. Shameful, disgusting arousal gushed from her untouched cunt as Kayneth pushed her wriggling tongue into Dio Brando’s ass. It was so hot and smooth and spongy inside. It was horrific. Yet, she didn’t pull out. Clumsily, Kayneth’s tongue swirled along his inner walls as deeply as she could muster before pulling out and pushing back in. Dio cooed in delight as she tonguefucked him.

A hand wrapped around Dio’s cock as he stroked himself. She licked and kissed his wet rim in between thrusts. He huffed in delight. His strokes grew sloppier as did her tongue. He squirmed against her face, his balls resting against her nose and bumping against her glasses, smudging them to hell and back. Panting, Kayneth pulled back only to be shoved back between his sweaty cheeks. Precum dripped from his uncut cock. It rolled down his foreskin, dipping between the folds in between strokes, and his shaft. Soon, his fingers were coated with his essence. Every needy stroke flicked precum onto Kayneth’s scalp and marked her with his scent more than his musk already did. The thought of the other maids and servants seeing her in such a state and her current stench made his balls tighten. His hips bucked into his hands and forced the chair to creak under him. The motion forced Kayneth’s tongue out of her but she dove right back in on her own. Noisily, she suckled on his asshole in between lavish licks and kisses. He grinned. His hand moved harder and faster and then it all came to a crashing end.

Cum rushed from his uncut tip and splashed across Kayneth’s hair. Thick, creamy white contrasted against the deep maroon of her hair and stained her headdress. Steadily, his chest rose and fell as his cock softened. He gave himself a few languid strokes before pushing her away from his ass and sitting up. A dazed, drunken expression was on her face that was stained with saliva and his stray pubic hairs.

“Look at you. Lower than a common whore in the slums. That will do, Miss Kayneth. You will now properly bathe me now.”

“Y-yes, Master Dio.”

Wordlessly, Kayneth helped her master to his feet and led him into the tub. The water was lukewarm. Still, he didn’t complain. She scrubbed at his flawless skin. He hummed in content as she worked into every little crevice and scrubbed his scalp. Soon, the scent of lavender and roses filled the room and thankfully masked the heady scent of sex. As she scrubbed, heat continued to pump through her veins as arousal dribbled down the inside of her thighs. It was fine. She would just tend to herself and fantasize about this moment for the rest of her days while resenting this horrible monster of a man.

The monster that she loved, despite it all.