Haven’t you seen enough?

Darius

I sat on the bed, my mind awash with a relentless tide of thoughts and anticipation, waiting for the new girl to appear before me—a girl who had somehow managed to become an enigma, a puzzle that I couldn't quite understand, her very presence in the castle an itch I couldn't scratch—and I found myself consumed by a desire to unravel the mystery that she represented. The door to my chamber remained closed, a barrier between me and the truth, while I pondered over the incident that had sparked this curiosity: had I truly seen her staring at my cock? It was an odd fixation, one that seemed entirely inappropriate given our respective stations, and yet she had cast her gaze unabashedly as if the forbidden nature of the act held no meaning for her as if societal conventions could be disregarded without consequence.

"Is everything alright, my prince?" came the voice of Andrew Lefevre, my dearest friend, and most trusted advisor, his tone laced with concern as he bore witness to the turmoil that surely painted my visage, though he could not comprehend the source of my disquiet.

"Andrew, have you..." I hesitated, unsure whether to divulge the matter at hand, but ultimately decided that his wisdom might prove invaluable. "Have you ever encountered someone—something—that you simply cannot understand and that defies all logic and reason?"

"Indeed, I have," he replied solemnly, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated my words, delving into the depths of his memories in search of a relevant experience, "but in most cases, I have found that the key to understanding such enigmas lies in patience, observation, and perhaps most importantly, communication."

"Communication, you say?" I mused, my brow furrowing as I considered the implications of his counsel, wondering if it could hold the answer to my questions about the new girl.

"Indeed, my prince," he affirmed, his voice steady and reassuring as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Sometimes, all it takes is the courage to confront the unknown, to extend a hand in friendship or inquiry, and you may find that what once seemed inscrutable becomes clear as day."

"Perhaps you are right," I conceded, feeling a newfound resolve taking root within me, an ember of determination that burned brighter with each passing moment. "I shall speak with her, and perhaps then I will finally understand."

"Very well, my prince," Andrew nodded approvingly, stepping back to give me space, his faith in my ability to navigate this conundrum evident in his unwavering gaze.

No sooner had I made this decision than the door to my chamber creaked open, revealing the new girl in all her enigmatic glory, her eyes wide with curiosity but betraying a hint of defiance, as if she knew the forbidden path on which we were about to embark. She entered, the door closing behind her, leaving us alone in a room filled with unspoken questions, secrets waiting to be divulged, and tension that hung in the air like a heavy mist.

"Tell me," I began, my voice resolute yet tinged with a hint of trepidation, "why did you stare at my cock? You know it's forbidden, and yet you disregarded the rules without so much as a second thought. What drove you to such an act?"

"I... I'm sorry, my prince," she stammered, her eyes dropping to the floor in shame, the boldness that had once defined her replaced by a vulnerability that was both unexpected and utterly captivating, "I did not mean to cause you any discomfort or unease. It's just that... I have never seen anything quite like it before, and I could not help but be drawn to it. I understand the implications of my actions, and I assure you that it will not happen again."

"Indeed," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest as the weight of our conversation settled upon me—a revelation that was both illuminating and disconcerting, for if she truly had never seen such a thing before, what other secrets might she harbor? The path to understanding stretched out before me, long and winding, and I knew that only by traversing it could I hope to find the answers I sought: answers about the new girl, about myself, and about the future that awaited us both.

"Allow me, my prince," she murmured softly, her slender fingers deftly unfastening the buttons of my shirt one by one, the practiced movements betraying a lifetime of servitude despite the novelty of this particular encounter. The fabric slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet in a whisper of silk and satin, leaving me bare before her searching gaze. And then, just as it had happened before, her eyes fell upon my exposed flesh, fixing upon my dick with an intensity that seemed almost... reverential.

For a moment, time itself seemed to stand still, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us as I studied her face, seeking to understand the source of her fascination. The vibrant colors of the room's tapestries and draperies faded into insignificance as all of my focus narrowed down to the singular point of her unwavering stare, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the silence: had she truly never seen a man in such a state before?

"Is it... is it not to your liking?" She ventured hesitantly, her voice barely more than a tremulous whisper as she continued her examination, her gaze tracing the contours and shadows of my arousal as if committing them to memory.

"Your actions are most unusual," I said, my tone measured and deliberate as I attempted to navigate the treacherous terrain of our conversation. "You know it is forbidden for a servant to regard their master in such a manner, and yet you persist."

"Forgive me, my prince," she replied, her words laden with sincerity and remorse, her eyes finally tearing away from their fixation to meet mine once more. "I did not mean to cause offense. It's just that... I have never seen something quite so... mesmerizing before."

"You’ve said that a couple of times now so is looking at my cock. Haven’t you seen enough of it?" I echoed those words, giving voice to the torrent of questions that threatened to overwhelm me.

"No," she confirmed, her gaze dropping to the floor as if to shield herself from the weight of my scrutiny. "But I swear to you, my prince, that I will make sure to be more discrete in the future. I only ask for your understanding and patience."

"Very well," I conceded, my mind already racing ahead to consider the implications of this newfound knowledge. For now, however, there was little choice but to accept her assurances and hope that they were enough.