The Queen's Dirty Secrets

4. Feed me the tea

Merucia accidentally found herself in the male servants’ courtside. Normally, women were not allowed that side. Her being there was a big taboo. She was supposed to have left the moment she realised where she was, but she was already distracted by the butler’s sensual body. His muscles budged and as if he had just finished lifting some weights.

She wanted to see his front side but he wouldn’t turn. So, she had to be satisfied with just his back, his arse and his calves. He put the body-scrub aside and started watering the soap off of his body. As he watered, he brushed off the soap from his skin with his palm. He was very delicate with himself. His bath almost seemed like a ritual to him where he got to connect with every inch of himself. She started to see his fingers brush down his butt. She wondered if he would go between the inner walls of his butt to clean that off, thoroughly—

“My Queen?!”

Merucia turned with such fright. She knew that she had been caught. There stood another one of the male servants.

“I was not made aware that you would be coming to look over things. I would have gathered all the men out of here at once. My apologies, you now have to see indecency,” he then bowed and stayed like that.

Merucia thought carefully about her response. Should she play along?

“Oh, no. Please, get up,” she said to him.

The servant stood upright again.

“As the new Queen of this palace, I must learn the all the corners of this building. I came here having lost my way. Please be so kind and lead me out of here.”

The butler was left frightened. He heard the Queen being called—he did not see her all along. He had no idea that she was there. He wondered if she saw him naked. His heart was pounding.

He became overly shy when he had to go check on her as per instructions of the King. The butler was left with instructions to keep the Queen while the King was away. He had to do regular check ins on her. To put it bluntly, he was assigned to spy on her. She was a Queen from a foreign Kingdom and so, naturally, they would be wary of her intentions in their Kingdom.

He was quivering as he poured the tea for her. He had to be extra careful not to spill any. Her eyes were on him and she would not look away. As a butler, he could not make eye-contact with a Queen. He forced his eyes down. Now, he gently slid the tea to the Queen, “Please, enjoy, Your Majesty.”

“Come feed me the tea.”

“ERKK!” he was caught off guard. “Did I hear you right, Your Majesty?”

“Come feed me the tea. My hands are tired.”

“Oh, I shall call on one of the maids—”

“Are you refusing my request?”

“Oh, no! Your Majesty. I will feed you.” He took the cup in his hand. He went on his knees so that he could reach her easily. He made sure to hold the saucer very close to the cup. His hands were very shaky, he could spill if he was not careful.

He saw her flinch after the first sip. “Oh, it must be very hot for your lips, Your Majesty.” He started blowing into the tea. He tried her again, she drank well.

Merucia started seeing his whole body shake. She believed that his knees were hurting on that solid floor and he was getting tired. She took a cushion from the couch and, “Get up,” threw the cushion where his knees would be after he kneeled back down.

He did protest and said that the cushions were too extravagant for a mere worker like himself, but she insisted that his comfort was important to her. His heart fluttered for a short moment and then, he reminded himself that he was a butler and she was a Queen.

He resumed feeding her the tea again. This time she would not part her eyes away from him. She stared on. Now, he had a hard time watching her lips sip on the tea.

Merucia was admiring his grey eyes, his slim nose, his chiselled jaw and his thin eyebrows. She was admiring his smooth skin, his big eyelashes, his juicy lips and his cute hairline. He looked very innocent, and she loved that. She saw his cheeks turn red and he would tuck away his eyes to hide them from hers.

CLINK!

The cup slipped from the saucer and spilled over her thighs. She jumped from the burn.

“Oh, Your Majesty!” He yelped and immediately, started dabbing his sleeves on her thighs to wipe off the hot tea from her dress. “It was a terrible mistake!”

Merucia was feeling the painful burn on her thighs. She angrily shook him off and started flapping her big heavy dress to let some air in. This was an inappropriate behaviour for a Queen. The butler quickly palmed his eyes as soon as he saw a peek at the Queen’s naked thighs. In that moment he was being hard on himself for what he saw. He began wishing that the Queen did not know that he saw her. He even looked back to a moment ago when he dabbed his sleeve on her thighs—that contact was inappropriate.

“Your Majesty, I am sorry!” He cried in his palms, he was kneeling on the floor. “Punish me, I don’t deserve my head!”

“Of course, you don’t!”