4 A Woman's Touch

 Dick's irritation grew as the knight remained silent, avoiding eye contact.

"My lord!"

Just then, a woman's voice called out from a distance, catching their attention. Dick turned his head to the side and saw a maid approaching with a bundle of clothes in her hand.

The knight's eyes lit up with relief as he recognized the outfit as belonging to the Young Lord. It seemed that the solution to their clothing dilemma had arrived just in time.

Knight sighed heavily.

"Tsk. Don't think you're off the hook. If I see you again, I'm gonna strip you naked and parade you around the castle, got it?"

He whispered the last words, a devilish grin on his face.

"Ye-yes my lord!"

"Good."

Dick walked towards the maid, stopping a few meters away from her. She came to a halt as well, her eyes avoiding his gaze as she held out the dress for him to take.

However, Dick didn't take it.

Instead, he stood there, his erect penis pointing directly at her. The maid's face flushed red with embarrassment, her eyes darting around nervously as she tried to avoid looking at his exposed genitals.

"I want you to dress me."

His words ignited a flush on her cheeks, and she frantically scanned the surrounding for help.

"Don't look away. Look at me. Only me."

His firm tone sent a thrill through her, making her knees go weak. Slowly, very slowly, she shifted her gaze towards him, until her eyes were locked onto his.

"Yes, good. Now dress me."

His smile widened, his teeth gleaming in the sunlight. The maid was shaking with fear, yet she stood motionless.

"You won't listen to me? I'll show you why you should. You know what that means, right? I'll have to teach you a lesson. Do you want me to teach you?"

Dick leaned in closer.

"You do, don't you?"

She blushed intensely and shook her head.

"Then dress me!"

Trembling, she plucked a shirt from the heap of clothes. Moving behind him, she raised his hands with shaky fingers, guiding them through the shirt's sleeves.

"Make it slow."

He instructed, observing how the maid, a young woman, complied with his every command like a submissive servant.

"What's your name?"

"R-rose."

Rose was a maiden of his age, but her beauty exceeded all worldly standards.

"A stunning name for a stunning girl."

He murmured, making her blush intensify further.

Rose maneuvered his other hand through the sleeves, then shifted to the front to adjust the shirt's hem.

"Look up," he directed.

The maid raised her eyes, uncertain of where to focus.

"You have captivating eyes," he praised, eliciting a deep blush from her.

His arousal now pressed against her abdomen, intensifying her trembling hands. Finally, the shirt was in place.

Rose reached for the trousers, bending down as she did so. His cock grazed her cheek, causing him to let out a gasp.

"Mhmm~"

He moaned.

She quickly turned her head away from the large appendage.

"Don't worry," he whispered. "You'll soon feel it inside you."

His words made her eyes widen with fear.

Shaking, she took his feet and pulled the trouser hem over them. Her face turned even more crimson.

"You're so soft."

He murmured, running his hand through her hair. Rose shivered.

"Thank you," she stammered, her voice quaking.

She tugged the pants up, leaving only his engorged cock blocking her way to buckling the pants.

"What are you waiting for? Grab it and push it inside"

"What?" she stuttered.

"Do you want me to show you?" he asked, his voice menacing.

"No!"

"Then do it yourself."

She took a deep breath, then reached out with trembling hands to grasp his member. Feeling the heat and throbbing, she flinched.

"Aah~"

He moaned at her touch, his first ever from a woman. Her touch was exquisite.

"Push it in."

He commanded, his voice quivering slightly.

The maid gulped, her hands shaking as she grabbed his swollen member. She tried to push it inside the tight pants but it was proving to be difficult.

With renewed strength, she pushed again, her face contorting with the effort. Suddenly, she forgot about the man's cock in her hands and focused solely on getting the pants on.

Her brow furrowed, teeth gritted, she strained and pulled and pulled, finally managing to bend his hardened member to the side and yank the buckles closed.

The maid stood back, panting heavily, her hands on her knees. She looked up at him, her face flushed and eyes wide with fear.

"Oh~"

The sensation was so pleasurable for Dick, his eyes rolled up as his head went backwards.

"Done. I'm done."

The maid, relieved that she had finally managed to dress him, pulled back. However, she stopped in her tracks as she noticed something white and sticky all around her hand.

"Ah! Wh-what's this?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Dick burst into laughter.

"My, my. You've milked me completely. Rose, my dear, I want you to be my personal maid from this day onwards. Got it?"

He patted the shocked woman, who continued to gaze at her hand as if she had just done something unforgivable. Like she just slayed an honourable saint or something. 

Well, she couldn't help but wonder if there was a noble soul among the millions of wasted little nobles that were now smeared across her hand.

"What are you waiting for? Come on, Mr. Knight."

Dick called out to the dazed knight who had been observing the scene in utter shock.

It was a blatant violation of authority, leaving the knight feeling powerless, only able to watch with envy and gulp nervously at the unfolding situation.