Jaune Arc straightened his tie as he knocked on Mistress Weiss Schnee's bedroom door, his only response was a soft groan and a nearly imperceptible order to go away. He sighed softly, entering anyway. It was almost routine, at this point. She'd refuse to wake, he'd try and persuade her, then relent and let her sleep in a little longer...

"Mistress Weiss, it's already seven in the morning. Your singing lessons are in thirty minutes, and you can't afford to be late again." Jaune's voice was soft and gentle. He didn't want to come off like he was ordering the young heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. He remembered what happened to the butler who tried to give an order to Whitley, and the mere thought of that poor man's fate sent shivers down Jaune's spine.

The blond-haired young man gently tugged at Weiss's bedsheets, making the young woman whine softly and gently plead for ten more minutes in bed. He sighed softly, unable to refuse her. "Breakfast in bed yet again, it seems," he muttered under his breath as he retreated to the kitchen to prepare Weiss's breakfast exactly the way she liked it.

Jaune had been the personal attendant of Weiss Schnee since they were both children, caring for the prized heiress since her 5th birthday. He was presented to her as if he was a gift, one she embraced happily and thanked her father for "buying her a pretty man." Jaune took this in stride, as well as all of Weiss's other eccentricities as they grew older. From her very particular morning coffee order, a "Double decaf non-fat latte, medium foam, and dusted with just the faintest whisper of cinnamon", to her borderline obsessive shopping habits, nothing was too much for Jaune to handle when it came to Weiss and her needs.

Why was this young man so devoted to the Schnee heiress? Simple. Deep in his heart, Jaune held a secret. A secret that would ruin him if anyone found out, especially Master Jacques. What was this secret? He'd fallen in love with Weiss the moment he met her. From the second he laid eyes on her all those years ago he'd carried this secret, this burden. No-one could know the truth, no-one could know why he put up with her stubbornness, her arrogance, her idealistic yearnings hidden behind the hard eyes of a realist. He played his part well...

"Mistress Weiss, are you ready for breakfast?" Jaune called from Weiss's bedroom door. He got a sense of Deja Vu when he heard Weiss's voice from the other side of the door, muffled though it may have been. Even so, he still recognized the words "come in," and entered as carefully as he could.

Weiss was rubbing the sleep from her eyes as Jaune entered her room, her hair barely messy. The only thing out of place was a single shoulder strap from her silver nightgown. The sight of it made Jaune blush as he set the breakfast tray in front of her, resetting the strap onto her shoulder as she glanced at him. Jaune could swear there was a brief flash of a playful smirk as he pulled away, and his barely hidden blush was threatening to take over his entire face. He straightened up and cleared his throat, regaining control over himself as he sighed.

"Mistress Weiss, must you continue to insist on breakfast in bed every morning? I'm sure your sister and Master Whitley would enjoy your company this early in the morning..."

"And if I'd prefer to be alone, Jaune?" Weiss's voice had a familiar playful tone to it, one that made Jaune softly groan and visibly blush, willing himself to be calm. "Oh? Is that a blush, Jaune? Still not used to me calling you by your first name when we're alone, Jaune?" Weiss smiled more, nodding as he saw the reaction she'd expected, turning her attention to her exactingly handcrafted breakfast made by the object of her torment.

Jaune sighed, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths to calm himself. His secret, this dreadful curse, it couldn't be known to anyone. Sadly, someone did know, and that someone was the very object of his affections. He'd made a mistake several months earlier, a simple mistake that shouldn't have happened. His mind took him back to that day, reliving the cause of his current predicament...

XxX

Jaune had assumed Weiss would be busy with Huntress training and snuck into her room, borrowing a pair of his Mistress's white lace panties and fantasizing about her. With his eyes closed and his nose buried in the clutched lace, his free hand unzipped his dress pants and fished out his swelling erection. In his mind, his beloved Weiss was standing in front of him, wearing the very lace undergarment he clutched so tightly in his hand. Her smooth hand softly gripping his impressive girth, slowly stroking him as her softly lips pressed to his neck and cheek. Jaune groaned audibly, not even noticing the sound of Weiss's bedroom door closing as his climax drew nearer and nearer.

"Oh? What have we here?"

Jaune froze. His blood ran cold as he recognized the voice instantly. His throbbing erection in his hand so close to bursting, he removed the white lace from his nose and slowly turned his head toward the source of the voice. There, in all her glory, stood Weiss Schnee. Jaune instantly believed his life was over. She'd run to her father, tell him the obscene thing he was doing, and he'd promptly be fired, or worse. Images of being chained around the neck in the SDC Dust mines for the remainder of his life flashed before his eyes, and all because he had a momentary lapse in judgement and self-control.

He closed his eyes, waiting for her to scream... but she stayed silent. Why wasn't she screaming? Had she fainted from the shock of seeing her personal attendant defiling her in his mind? He slowly peeked an eye open, only to see Weiss still standing where she was, a wry smirk on her face. There was a playfulness in her eyes that he hadn't seen outside of her sparring practice with someone she knew was inferior. It was a look she had when she was playing with her food.

"Tell me, Arc, why do you feel the need to masturbate with my lace panties in your hand?" Weiss's smirk was almost torturous. She'd caught him almost literally with his pants down, and she knew he was powerless to refuse her whim. "Well, I'm waiting, Arc."

Jaune gulped, clutching the lace undergarment firmly in his hand. He shuddered and slowly, very slowly, answered his Mistress's question.

"Mis... Mistress Weiss... I don't just care for you... I care about you. I care far more than someone of my stature rightfully should. It would be simpler to say I love you."

Weiss's face didn't change, almost as if she was calculating a move on a chess board. After a long moment, she smiled and sat on her bed, crossing her long, slender legs.

"Well, Arc, it seems I can't really trust you at your word. I mean, you did enter my bedroom without me present, something you swore you'd never do. I'm afraid I'll need proof that your heart lies where you claim it does." Weiss smirked softly at him with an appraising gaze, her eye flitting down to his still-solid member, clutched firmly in his hand. One would think that he would have gone at least slightly flaccid given the circumstances. If anything, the exact opposite was true. It seemed Weiss's presence in the room had actually made Jaune harder...

With his Mistress eyeing him like he was little more than a slice of beef to be devoured, Jaune quickly understood the meaning behind her words. He slowly made his way closer to her bed, stopping about a meter from her when she raised her hand. She nodded a moment later, and Jaune's hand began moving along his girth as if on command.

He couldn't believe he was doing this. He was mortified, terrified beyond belief. She could still tell her father after all of this, and she had every right to. He wanted to embrace her, hold her in his arms and kiss her more than anything, but he couldn't bring himself to touch her against her will. He loved her too much to do that to her.

Weiss could feel herself getting hotter between her thighs as she watched her personal attendant pleasuring himself with her in his mind. She blushed softly, uncrossing and recrossing her stockinged legs, inconspicuously slipping a hand between her smooth thighs as she watched Jaune continue.

Jaune was hissing and groaning as the motions of his hand steadily increased speed, his mind flashing to an image of his beloved Weiss beneath him, the corset of her combat skirt folded down to bare her perky chest to his hungry gaze as he thrust into her virgin depths, ruining her for any man but himself. His member throbbed in his hands, much to Weiss's delight if her slight giggle was to be believed.

Jaune felt his climax brewing far faster than it would have normally, and he grimaced slightly as he tried to keep himself from bursting, not wanting to embarrass himself or give Weiss ammunition to call him a "quickshot." She already teased him endlessly for being so doggedly loyal as it was. Weiss's breathing was labored as well, the heat in her core merely building as she stroked her fingers along her sensitive flesh. She smiled, seeing the anguish on his face, the pleasure burning in him like magma.

"Oh, poor poor Arc, you look like you're in agony~" Weiss teased, reaching out with her stockinged foot. "Let me help ease your pain, Jaune~" She teased out the last word as she curled her nylon-clad toes around the head of his engorged cock. Poor Jaune never stood a chance.

The moment her heard her say his first name and felt the soft sensation of her foot curling around his member, Jaune erupted like a broken firehose. He cried out in ecstasy, almost roaring Weiss's name as his hips bucked against his hand and her foot. A deluge of semen poured from his tip, shot after shot landing on the Heiress's dress and face, coating her torso in his thick, white seed.

Weiss didn't fare much better. The second she felt the first of several shots land on her face and chest she let out a high-pitched squeak followed by a deep groan, shuddering as she felt a rush of warmth tear through her like a tidal wave. While she was better at hiding it than the panting and weak-kneed young man standing before her, there was no question Weiss had just experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Jaune, winded and uneasy on his feet, was unable to do anything but watch as Weiss scooped a thick rope of his seed from her cheek. He gulped, certain that this would be his death. Not only had he soiled her dress, but he'd cum on her face! Surely she'd impale him on Myrtenaster for that. However, instead of reaching for her sword, she eyed Jaune's own 'sword' as she licked the thick seed off her finger, swallowing and sighing softly afterwards. Jaune's shaft throbbed violently, sticking straight up as Weiss scooped the remainder of his cum from her face and swallowed it all with a hearty sigh.

Weiss smiled softly, slipping to her feet and moving to her dressing screen with the grace expected of a Schnee. She slowly stripped out of her dress, making sure her silhouette was clearly visible to Jaune as he stood on the other side.

"Arc," Weiss began in her authoritative tone, making Jaune's back snap to attention on instinct, though his erection bouncing slightly at his sharp movement made him feel a bit foolish. "Starting today, you are not allowed to touch or pleasure yourself in any way, shape, or form."

Jaune's heart sank. He knew some form of punishment was coming, but he hadn't expected this. But what she said next was something he would never have dared dream she would ever say.

"After three months, assuming you haven't cheated, you will come to my room at midnight. When you get here..." Weiss smiled, coming out from behind the screen with a new dress and bedroom eyes leveled at Jaune. "When you get here, you will remove all your clothes and join me in my bed. I want to test this deep love you claim to have."

"Y-yes, Mistress Weiss." Jaune sputtered out, unable to believe what he was hearing as Weiss grabbed her soiled dress and sauntered towards him.

"Clean this up, and speak of this to no-one. Do, and I'll be using you as my next training dummy for my fencing lessons." Weiss fixed him with a cold glare, prompting a rapid and immediate nod from her attendant. She smiled and softly ran her hand along his chest. "Good. Now, run along, Jaune. You have some laundry to do."

XxX

Jaune had endured no end of torment during the past three months. From assisting Weiss during her yoga routines, being her partner during dance lessons, and even helping her pick out new dresses, the Heiress took every possible opportunity to tease the man she knew was pent up like never before. It wasn't any accident that Weiss chose her most form-fitting exercise clothes, or constantly pressed herself to him during their dance lessons, or constantly chose dresses and outfits that were borderline salacious while still being elegant. Nor was it any coincidence that she chose today of all days to demand breakfast in bed.

"Jaune," Weiss teased, smirking inwardly as she saw the painfully large bulge in his dress slacks throb slightly. "I'm certain I don't have to remind you what today is, do I?" She smiled up at him with half-lidded eyes, making a small show of curling her lips around her fork and humming as she snatched the bite of food from the metal tongs.

Jaune shook his head, barely containing himself after three months of sheer torture. If he was a lesser man, or wasn't as hopelessly devoted to Weiss as he was, he would have broken long ago. But his devotion and his will carried him through. "N-no, Mi-"

Weiss cut him off with a harsh glare, causing Jaune to clear his throat and start again.

"No, Weiss, You don't need to remind me."

Weiss smiled softly, nodding as she absentmindedly began teasing a soft hand along Jaune's bulge, smirking at the groan that barely escaped his lips as she continued enjoying her expertly made breakfast.

The final day of Jaune's torture wasn't an easy one. If he could, he'd rather have gone through the past three months again than endure what Weiss put him through. After her singing lessons, and between each of her following lessons with private tutors, the Heiress pulled her attendant around a corner and pressed him into the wall, whispering all manner of teasing taunts into his ear as she stroked his throbbing bulge through his slacks. She delighted in how he squirmed under her touch, enjoyed the power she held over him.

After delighting in his whimpers, Weiss took Jaune shopping to celebrate her classes being complete for the day. For the first time, Weiss allowed Jaune to enter the dressing room with her, but demanded he sit on his hands as she change clothes. Seeing the woman he lusted for, the earthbound goddess his heart yearned for, seeing her practically bare as she tried on various dresses and sensually designed garments, it was almost too much for him. The poor young man had to force himself to close his eyes to keep himself under control, resulting in another teasing giggle from Weiss.

"What's the matter, Jaune?" Weiss whispered in his ear, making the young man stiffen and groan. "Like what you see a little too much? Don't worry. Just be good a little bit longer and you'll be rewarded."

When they got home from Weiss extravagant shopping trip, Jaune was thankful for the first time in his life that his other servant duties took him away from his Mistress. It gave him time to collect himself, regain control over the craving that was boiling inside him. And yet, even though his other duties took him away from Weiss, his mind still drifted back to her. He couldn't help but wonder why she was putting him through all this. Was it to entertain herself under the stifling thumb of her father? Did she enjoy torturing him? Or was there something more...

Jaune shook off the questions as he prepared her dinner, taking every effort to make each ingredient of her salmon meuniere as special as she was to him. He glanced at the massive grandfather clock in the foyer as he was taking her dinner up to her, nodding softly to himself. It wasn't much longer now. Soon, Jaune would have his answers. Either that, or the realization of his worst fears.

Jaune lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling as he listened to the seconds tick past on his clock. A whirlwind of emotions and fears ran through his mind. What was going to happen when he got to Weiss's room? Was he going to find her alone like she promised? Was it going to be just an elaborate trap to get him caught trying to sleep with his boss's daughter? Or was there something else she had in mind? His anxiety grew with each tick of the clock.

tick... tick... tick... tick... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding...

Midnight.

Jaune immediately sat up in his bed, almost as if working on autopilot. He dressed in his usual white button-up, black slacks, and soft slippers so as not to make a sound as he walked the halls of a mansion he could navigate blindfolded and backwards. He was operating on instinct, moving without thinking as his anxiety faded behind one simple thought: Weiss had ordered him to appear, and so he must.

Jaune entered Weiss's room without making a sound, closing the door just as silently and locking the door behind him. As were her orders three months ago, Jaune disrobed completely and left his clothes neatly folded on Weiss's dresser. He slowly made his way toward the four-poster king-size bed that dominated the room, seeing a human figure laying underneath the sheets, back facing toward him. The moonlight illuminated a waterfall of silverwhite hair that cascaded across the sheets, making the sleeping person's porcelain-fair skin seem to glow as it was kissed by the full moon's rays.

CREAK

Jaune froze, the squeaky board sounding like a gunshot to him and making his heard hammer even harder than he thought possible. The figure in the bed slowly rolled to face him, showing a hint of breast underneath the sheets and letting the moonlight catch a single, faint scar across the woman's right eye.

"I thought for a moment you wouldn't come..." Weiss said, barely a whisper as she smiled at her midnight visitor.

"You gave me a direct order, did you not? I would fail in my duties if I let you down..." Jaune couldn't help but smile, his fears cast aside for the moment as he approached the bed.

Weiss sat up slightly, lifting the sheets and allowing Jaune to slip under the covers with her. She was bare of any form of clothing, save for a very specific pair of white lace panties, ones Jaune recognized immediately as the ones she'd caught him holding three months earlier.

"I know you haven't cheated, Jaune." Weiss began, making her attendant blush and open his mouth to speak. Her slender fingers pressed to his lips, silencing him completely as she bit her lip. Jaune's eyes widened in realization. She was just as nervous as he was, if not more so. "You obeyed my orders to the letter, held yourself back for three months where a lesser man would have broken many times over. You have earned your reward."

"And... What reward is that, Mi..." Jaune stopped himself, smiling softly as he gingerly kissed the fingers still pressed to his lips. He took her hand in his, kissing her palm and wrist before looking into her eyes. "What reward are you planning for me, Weiss?"

The Heiress smiled, pulling herself closer to her attendant and kissing him fully and slowly on the lips. The kiss was reciprocated in full as Jaune pulled her closer to him. The kiss was slow and intimate, neither wanting to rush the moment as their bodies were pressed even tighter together than when they danced for hours during her class. With no ball gown or tuxedo to separate them, Weiss felt the full breadth and heat of Jaune's already steel-hard erection.

Jaune suddenly found himself shoved onto his back, the petite Heiress straddling his hips with her moistening core pressing firmly against his scalding hot shaft. A soft whimper left Weiss's lips, her virgin pussy aching for the attention of the man beneath her.

As Weiss seized Jaune's lips in a more urgent kiss than their first, she was forced to come to grips with her own feelings. From her fifth birthday, Weiss was infatuated with her ever-present blond-haired attendant. She was cold towards him at first, unsure of what to do with her feelings. But, day by day, her affections toward the young man grew as they grew together. She began to care about him as he cared for her. In this house, where her father scorned the name of the family he married into and her brother was annoyed with her very existence, Jaune was the only man to ever see her for what she was. Jaune saw her not as a Schnee, not as the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, but as Weiss.

Weiss now laid on her back, legs apart with Jaune's hips between her thighs, she stared up at him with anticipation and anxiety. Her eyes were locked on his, though she couldn't help but spare glances down at how well-endowed her attendant was. He was easily as long as her forearm, and thick enough around that she could barely fit him in her hand. She wasn't even sure he could fit inside her, but the time for those kinds of questions had long since passed. Even so, she heard Jaune's voice ask just one more question of her...

"Weiss, are you sure you want to do this? With me?"

She smiled up at him, biting her lip and nodding softly as her legs curled around his thighs. "Yes. I want you to. Please, don't keep me waiting~"

Her sweat plea was all it took for Jaune to act. Pressing the head of his member to her full pussylips soaked with need, he slowly rowed his hips forward, inching his massive endowment into Weiss's core. The Heiress gasped as he entered her, whimpering and whining as she felt herself being spread apart by him. She felt him pause, giving her a moment to catch her breath and adjust to the thick, turgid invader inside of her. She smiled up at him, caressing his cheek and nodding as she bit her lip to bite back the eventual moan. Jaune nodded, pushing forward and spearing her depths to claim her maidenhood.

Weiss was wise to bite her lip. The gasp that was forced from her lungs as he plunged into her nearly knocked the wind out of her, and the resulting moan as she felt his tip press against her cervix was barely quieted in time when she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Only after a moment did she realize she was in tears, but as she pulled her hand away, she showed Jaune that she was shedding tears of joy.

Jaune laid down atop Weiss, rocking and rowing his hips back and forth as he felt her arms wrapping around him to pull him into an impassioned and intimate kiss. With her lips sealed to his Weiss began moaning in earnest, each groan and whine a high reward for Jaune's efforts in pleasing his Mistress.

The last three months of Weiss teasing him meant his climax was brewing far faster than he'd have wanted it to. He wouldn't last much longer, especially with Weiss's formerly-virgin insides squeezing him tightly, as if she was terrified of being without him. He thrust into her slightly faster, holding her tighter to him and kissing her even deeper than she thought possible. To Weiss, it felt like Jaune was trying to claim her completely, a thought that had her own climax building even more rapidly. To say that Jaune's girth plundering her depths felt infinitely better than when she pleasured herself with her fingers would be doing her lover a disservice.

"W-Weiss, I'm... I can't last much longer. I need to-"

"No, don't pull out!" Weiss cut him off, resulting in a startled squeak from Jaune, and another slightly worried yelp as he felt her lock her ankles behind the small of his back. "Don't pull out. Please, cum inside me. I'm so close, Jaune, I want... I want to cum with you!"

As usual, Jaune was powerless to resist the orders of his mistress. No, powerless to resist the desires of his lover. He sealed his lips to hers again, his hips rocking and rowing faster into her, making the bed rock and creak slightly from the motions of their hips. Barely a minute later, Jaune's hips clapped against Weiss's at a blistering pace, there moans and grunts mingling in each other's mouths as they kissed like the last breath of air was held in their partner's lips.

Jaune's thrusts suddenly became more eratic, thrusting wildly against Weiss's cervix before his back arched into Weiss and he groaned hard, breaking from her lips as he sheathed himself fully into her. Weiss let out an almost musical and melodic moan, singing out her climax as she clung tightly to Jaune, squeezing him to her as she felt his tip pierce her cervix. Her eyes bolted open wide a moment later as she felt a torrent of thick, magma-hot cum pour from his tip. She grit her teeth, the heat overwhelming her and spreading throughout her body as Jaune's pent-up climax, built and teased up over three months of torture, finally found release inside Weiss's womb.

Nearly a minute passed, then two, and finally Jaune slumped against his lover. Weiss felt positively filled to the brim, but Jaune's steel-hard girth prevented any of his virile seed from spilling out. As it was, Weiss already looked three months pregnant with her belly swolen with her personal attendant's seed.

Completely spent and feeling like he'd climaxed with the force of a hurricane, Jaune barely had enough energy to roll Weiss atop him to avoid crushing her under his weight. The Heiress, Jaune's lover, smiled happily as she nuzzled into his chest, feeling her blond attendant trailing a hand through her hair.

"I love you, Weiss." He breathed softly, getting a small smile from the woman atop him.

"I love you too, Jaune."