Teasing the Little Maid

"Say it again!" Ethan Montgomery halted, his hand landing a sharp spank on Avery Miller's behind, eliciting a loud yelp from her. 

Just as she was about to grit her teeth under his compelling dominance, a young maid approached.

"Mr. Montgomery," the maid's voice was crisp and delicately soft, almost melting the listener with its tenderness. 

Avery couldn't help but turn to look at her, noticing her classical beauty and voluptuous figure, her skin so fair and smooth it reminded one of a porcelain doll.

Avery was amused by her own thoughts, laughing to herself. Ethan turned to see her laughing, his brow furrowed in displeasure.

Hearing Avery's laughter, the maid's cheeks tinted with a slight blush, embarrassed.

"What's the matter! ?" Ethan asked impatiently, continuing to walk forward without pause.