Taboo Sin System

Chapter 17 Ripples

A tremor ran down Evelyn and she killed it before it reached her hands. Prison scared her more than a room full of guests. That was the only reason she was still taking orders from the boy she used to whip.

Pan did not wait for the yes. He sat on the staff chair against the wall and snapped his fingers once, the same way she treated her subordinates. He was using her own training on her.

An assistant butler came toward her with a look that said the west doors needed a decision. She lifted two fingers roughly and sent him away. Then she took a deep breath and went around behind the chair.

The lady butler stooped. Her hands found Pan's collar as if the job were real. Her chest hit his back first, heavy and hot through both shirts, then slid onto his shoulder.

The sound she made on contact was small and she tried to swallow it.

Pan did not move his hands. He let both juicy breasts sit packed against the jacket for half a minute until his cock thickened against the seam of the trousers.

Evelyn's boobs were bigger than the shirt admitted. They were weapons of mass destruction.

The right one was heavier perhaps. The left sat higher. Both of them were warm enough to make the jacket feel thin.

It feels good.

Pan held her in the pose by doing nothing, and her breath went uneven against his neck.

The lady butler smelled like clean starch and the wine she had stolen. He had lived through eleven years of her counting lashes out loud, and now her tits were the thing keeping his collar straight.

An older woman with a champagne flute paused mid-step and looked at the chair. Evelyn's fingers slipped on the button.

"Master. People are starting to notice. We'll get in trouble."

"I still don't feel them," Pan said, ignoring the onlookers. "Where are your nipples?"

Evelyn's breath went sharp. She shifted her bust, lifted her shoulders, and pressed her torso down harder.

For a second Pan felt only soft heat, a lot of it, sliding over his shoulder blades. She twitched, hunting for an angle that would satisfy him without ending her career.

Then the points arrived, tighter and cooler than the rest of her, digging through cloth into the muscle over his shoulder blade. Pan bit his tongue.

Ah. There they are.

No bra. No pad. Just her, following orders, and two rock hard nipples printing themselves into his back.

Pan sat comfortably, leaning against Evelyn's breasts. When she tried to make the collar job look like work, the nipples dragged a fraction and his cock jumped.

He let her drag them again, slower, because she had asked what she could do to convince him and this was the answer.

The lady butler was breathing through her mouth now. The woman who upheld the Osborne family's honor was grinding her chest into a servant's chair and acting like it was a collar check.

People were watching them. If someone from the family turned around, especially Gregory, the game was over.

"That is enough," Pan said. "I will check you again if I feel like it. Stay sharp."

Evelyn let the air out of her chest. She stood and tugged the shirt once. Her cold nipples were still printed on the cloth.

The lady butler went back to the doors with her spine locked. The clock still had most of the night on it. He was not done with her.

Pan picked up the tray and continued serving.

Gemina found him by the punch bowl with Lila on her right and Christina a half step behind, her face empty.

"Don't hover like a stain," his mother said with a scowl. "If you drop a glass I will hear about it."

Lila showed her teeth. "He already lost Father's cufflinks once today. Watch the silver, orphan, or you'll get the whipping you missed."

Tanya was across the room at the ice cream table with a cone in both hands. The youngest sister was the only one who would have taken his side, and she was too far to hear the abuse.

"Make sure my daughters are served," Gemina said, and she was already walking toward the mayor's wife with her arms spread and her hips swinging.

Lila turned on Christina the second their mother was gone.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you saying anything to the loser? Just because you had mercy on him once doesn't mean he is suddenly your friend. Snap out of it!"

Pan realized then that Christina had made up a cock and bull story to replace the kitchen island adventure. According to her, she had given up the golden cufflinks out of religious charity.

"Is that what happened?" Pan asked her. "You had mercy on me? What happened in the kitchen between us?"

Christina's body went stiff and she would not even meet his eyes. She turned to Lila. "I have no time for this nonsense. I am tired and going to bed."

She left them in a huff, looking petrified. Lila still believed the mercy story, and did not pursue her.

The eldest daughter rolled her eyes and went to flirt with a group of boys in borrowed ties.

A smirk sat on Pan's mouth. Christina had run because the kitchen abuse still bothered her, not because she was tired. He set the tray on the nearest table and followed his sister.

The orchestra covered his loud steps as he gave chase. Christina was halfway up the grand stairs, taking them two at a time, when she realized her brother was on her tail.

She quickened her pace and stumbled. Her heel caught the runner.

Christina went down on her hands. The church blouse rode up her back. She scrambled backward as Pan closed the last steps, and even this time she did not scream.

The church circle was still drinking under the stairs. A scene here would have to be explained, and she was barely keeping herself from a mental breakdown.

"Leave me alone," she whispered. "I don't have anything to do with you. Go away from me."

Pan knelt, closed his hand around her ankle and held it softly. Her heel hung off his palm.

"Shh. You are not going anywhere until I say so."