Arthur's command cut through the room, forcing Mira to listen to her master, though this time, she couldn't agree more.
She reached into his trousers and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pulling him free. His cock stood hard and straining, the tip already slick.
Mira looked down at it, then back up at him.
"Well, at least you have one thing over Garrett..."
Wrapping her fingers around his cock she felt the full length of him as if measuring him up.
"Barely." She added, giving him a slow stroke that made his hips shift beneath her.
Arthur's eyes narrowed. "Mira—"
"Shh." She pressed a finger to his lips. "Master has been neglecting his maid. Running around with mutts and petite girls while I clean his room and warm his bed." Her grip tightened on his shaft, her thumb dragging across the tip, smearing the slick that had gathered there. "I think Master needs to be reminded of what he has."
She slid off his lap and sank to her knees between his legs. Her dark eyes looked up at him from below his waist as her face was that of composed, deliberate, and completely in control.
"Hands on the bed, Master." Mira said it sweetly.
He placed his hands flat on the mattress.
Mira smiled. "Good boy."
The words hit differently coming from her instead of Robin. Arthur's jaw clenched but his hands stayed where they were.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the base of his shaft, working her way up in slow kisses. Each one landed soft and warm, her breath ghosting across his skin between them. By the time she reached the tip his cock was twitching against her mouth.
"Garrett doesn't twitch like this." She kissed the tip once, light, barely there. "He lasts longer too."
'...She's going to pay for this later.'
"When I took him in my mouth last night, he didn't even flinch." She parted her lips and let the tip rest against her tongue without taking him in. "He just grabbed my hair and comforted me as I continued to please him."
Her eyes flicked up to his.
"Not like Master."
Arthur's fingers dug into the sheets.
She took him in.
Slow. Torturously slow as her lips stretched around his girth as she sank down, tongue flat against the underside. The wet heat of her mouth swallowed him inch by inch. She didn't stop until her nose pressed against his skin, his full length buried in her throat.
"Mn—" She held there, her throat tightening around him in a slow swallow that sent a jolt through his entire body.
Then she pulled back. Just as slowly, letting the suction drag tight, her cheeks hollowing, with a string of saliva clinging to her lips as the tip left her mouth with a wet pop.
Pop.
"Garrett was barely able to last two minutes, so how long is my puny Master going to last?" She stroked him lazily, her fingers slick.
"Tell me Master, are you better than my savior?" Mira twists her head looking straight into the eyes of Arthur digging for an answer.
"I don't…"
"You don't know what?"
"I don't know if I'm better. Maybe if my pitiful slave was more attentive to me I would have cum already." Arthur says putting up a defensive bluff.
"Oh?" Mira's eyes light up. "Master found his tongue back." She gives him a slow stroke, almost apologetic. "I guess I really have been lacking if my Master still has the energy to talk back."
She lowers her head.
"Let me fix that."
She took him to the base in one stroke, her lips stretching around his girth, her throat opening for him like it was second nature. Her nose pressed flat against his skin the tightness pulling a groan out of Arthur that he couldn't bite back.
"Ngh—"
She pulled back and set a pace that was ruthless. Her head bobbed fast and sloppy, tongue dragging flat on every downstroke, her hand chasing her lips with a twist at the base that made his vision blur. Saliva ran freely down his shaft, over her fingers, dripping onto his thighs.
"Mn— mn— mn—" She moaned around him with every stroke, each vibration stacking on top of the last.
Arthur's hand found the back of her head.
'Too fast she's going too fast'
"Mira— slow—"
She went harder.
"Oh-" Arthur can hardly hold it in.
Her free hand found his balls, cupping them, rolling them with careful pressure while her mouth worked his shaft without mercy. The wet sounds were obscene loud enough to fill the room.
"GAHH—"
The sound ripped out of him raw.
Mira's eyes flicked up at the noise. She didn't stop. If anything, the sound fed her as her pace quickened, her moans grew louder around him, her grip tightened.
'I'm not going to—'
She pulled off one second of cold air against his slick cock.
"Come for me, Master." Her voice was wrecked. Her lips were swollen and wet. "Show your useless slave what she's been missing."
She sank back down and didn't come up.
Arthur broke.
"Mira—"
His hips jerked upward, burying himself in her throat. His hand fisted in her hair as he came hard, and heavy, each pulse thick against her tongue. His body locked, every muscle clenching at once, the release ripping through him with a force that whited out his thoughts entirely.
Mira swallowed as her throat bobbed steadily, taking each shot with the patience of someone who had all the time in the world. She stayed until the last twitch faded and Arthur's hand went slack in her hair.
She pulled off slowly. A thin line of saliva stretched from her lips to his tip before breaking.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him.
"Two minutes and fifteen seconds." Mira holds up two fingers, tilting her head. "I guess Master is a little better than my savior. Just barely."
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