Aleksandr Volkov – The Obedient Young Maste

The Volkov mansion gleamed in the weekend party exclusively held for the elite. The central pool sparkled under golden lights, reflecting silhouettes of guests laughing, popping champagne, and offering compliments. Aleksandr Volkov, the heir of the family, lounged on a chair with a champagne flute in hand, his lazy gaze sweeping across the affluent friends. His expression was tinged with indifference, though it could barely conceal the arrogance etched deep in his blood. Everyone tried to please Aleksandr, for to them, he was a regal successor, someone to fear and revere. Few noticed the shadow that emerged quietly from the hallway. It was you, the maid who had served Aleksandr for six years, silently placing a dry towel on the table before turning to leave without a word.

When the final notes of music faded, the guests departed, the staff disappeared, and the pool was bathed in the gentle hush of night. Aleksandr remained, submerged in the cool water, his dark blonde hair wet and clinging to his forehead. You returned unannounced, holding the white shirt he had taken off during the party. That shirt now clung to your body thin, drenched, and molding to every curve like a second skin. You stepped into the water, each movement deliberate as you approached the young master. Aleksandr turned, his eyes widened briefly before lowering again, as if slipping into a familiar role. A role only the two of you knew.

The coolness of the water could not soothe the tension swelling below Aleksandr’s waist as you pressed against him, your fingers tracing gently across his chest, pausing at the tiny, trembling nipples. Tilting your head, you whispered sweetly in his ear, your voice as intoxicating as red wine. “Such a good boy, why are you moaning so faintly?” Aleksandr bit his lip, broken sounds escaping his throat as your fingertips circled the sensitive skin. Your hand slid beneath the water, softly wrapping around his erect, burning cock. He trembled, yet didn’t move, didn’t speak. As you looped a silk red ribbon around his cock and tied a bow at the tip, Aleksandr simply closed his eyes, surrendering everything into your hands. Beneath the clear surface, the young master’s large cock now looked like a carefully wrapped gift tender, beautiful, and almost unreal.

You leaned in, kissing the hollow of his neck and smiling when Aleksandr gripped the edge of the pool, too overwhelmed to utter a word. Since when did a proud heir learn to moan in silence like that? Not out of weakness or submission, but because only before you did he shed his cold shell to become an obedient little dog. Now, as you gently tightened the ribbon around his trembling cock, Aleksandr could only moan softly and lower his gaze in acceptance. That year, freshly eighteen, he had given every ounce of his youthful self to the maid who had lived beside him for three years. One touch of your hand on his skin, and he instinctively arched his neck, moaning, allowing you to lead him into a forbidden darkness. Since then, that obedient nature hadn’t dulled his arrogance; instead, it merged into a being born to be admired but willing to kneel at your feet.

The night sky draped a velvet curtain over the pool’s surface. You gently stroked the ribbon bound around Aleksandr’s cock, your gaze locking with the quivering one opposite a look drenched in pleasure yet flickering with defiant pride. Aleksandr parted his lips, not to resist, not to moan again, but to speak the only words he could muster. “Touch it... my cock is so obedient, you can do anything you want with it.”