Burned Ass

Sara POV

"Why do you stand there like a statue, girl?" Jerry's irritating voice pierced my ear.

"Yes, madam. Do you need anything?" I questioned her, bowing my head.

"Please come into my room to massage my body." She gave me a fierce glance before going into the room.

Even though I was having trouble standing, I managed my weight and stood up straight. Why was he so terrified of his sugar mommy? Why didn't he tell her that I was taking today off from housekeeping tasks when he had already permitted me to do so?

He didn't even give me a goodbye kiss; instead, he hugged her and headed for his office.

It's not his fault; it's my fault that I easily agreed to follow his orders. Why did he ask me to give Jerry a massage when he knew that I had a problem with her? Despite my desire to tell him no, I relented to his pressure and gave his sugar mommy a massage. Even though I know he has no affection for me, I still get the impression that he does whenever I stare into his eyes.

However, each time he disappointed me, I thought he would stand up for me in front of Jerry. He took silent pleasure in her constant tormenting of me. She can not continue to offend me in this manner. I must now teach her a valuable lesson, ensuring she reconsiders her actions before insulting me.

I dried my eyes and made my way to her chamber to carry out the sinister plan I had been thinking of. Fortunately, Rosy left to visit her cousin, leaving Jerry and me to ourselves in the house. Today, she will understand how it feels to insult and taunt others without any reason.

"Madam, may I come in?" I used an extra-sweet voice as I knocked on the door.

"Yes, come in." With her back to me, she reclined on the bed.

She was already lying on the bed without clothes on her body. Upon observing her slender figure, I recalled the presence of two dried mango seeds. I don't understand why Aron likes this Maruti 800.

"What are you waiting for?" As she turned to face me, she raised a brow at me.

"Nothing; I'm just waiting for the massage oil's temperature to return to normal." I wanted to slather her back with this heated oil, but I restrained myself and tried to be kind to her.

"Girl, don't make excuses; just massage my back." She screamed at me.

"Okay, madam." Hearing her angry tone, I put my humanity aside and poured hot massage oil over her back.

"What the hell are you doing?" The moment she felt the hot oil on her ass, she leaped from the bed and bolted for the bathroom.

"What happened, madam? Was the oil's temperature too high?" I blinked my eyes to show her that my innocence.

"Do you intend to harm me?" She cast a suspicious glance at me.

"Oh no, madam, what are you talking about? Why would I hurt you?" I looked at her with sadness, cupping my cheeks.

"So why did you cover my back with hot oil?" She turned her face to look at her burned ass.

Her ass burned from the hot oil, resulting in a puffy, swollen appearance. She needed to thank me for making her ass look better than it had been. I silently laughed at the sight of her burned buttocks.

"Why did you pour hot oil over my ass?" See what happens to it now. She turned her ass to face me.

"I am sorry, madam, but I already warned you that oil is too hot, but you insist on pouring it on you. Tell me, did I do something wrong by following your orders?" I blinked my eyelids again to assure her that I was telling the truth.

"You need to conduct a patch test on my body first. You seem to lack even the most basic understanding of body massage." She gave me a suspicious gaze.

"Please have faith in my abilities, Madam; I am a certified massage therapist." I answered her by putting my arms around my chest.

"No, I don't trust you. Please present your certificate to me first." She is not so stupid, I think. She won't easily fall for my tricks. To exact my revenge on her, I need to come up with a plan to trick her into falling into my trap.

"Do you not trust Mr. Finge, madam? Why would he lie to you?" In an attempt to persuade her to take a message from me, I questioned her.

"Humm.. He can't lie to me; I have faith in him." She held her chin and hummed loudly.

"So let me begin the massage." I gestured for her to return to lying down on the bed.

"But you burned my ass?" She still doesn't trust me.

"I am sorry, madam. I will not repeat this mistake. Please lie down on the bed. If I fail to give you the massage, then Mr. Finge will scold me." To lure her into my trap, I used Aron's name.

"Alright, you can massage my back, but keep in mind that if you try to harm me again, then you will lose this job in no time." She threatened me.

"Alright, ma'am." I nodded obediently.

"Oh, it's quite soothing. Your hands felt so magical on my body." She relished the back massage.

Her groaning makes me want to burst into laughter. Her groaning gave me the impression that I was fucking her and that she was on the verge of an orgasm. Sara, put your hand on my thighs, please. She addressed me by name for the first time.

"Of course, madam," I massage every part of her body with great pleasure, eagerly anticipating the results of my efforts. She will soon have to face the consequences of her taunts. I smiled and massaged her breast.

She asked me to rub her clit. She warned me once again to obey her commands, so I washed her vagina in massage oil and then touched her clit, even though I felt repulsed by touching her private area. Her sultry groans echoed across the room. I messaged her to relax, and then I waited for her to let out a scream.