Maid For His Submission (2 page)

Taken aback by that answer, the redhead pulled away for a moment.

“I don’t understand this.” Her concern turned to rage as she focused her fire on Mr. Thomas.

“You need to let her go now! This is a mistake! I’m telling you, I can feel it in my gut! At least explain to the girl what is about to happen…”

“Tab! Enough!” Shoulders erect, Mr. Thomas was suddenly commanding.

Tabitha took a step back in silence, flinging her red hair back.

“Mistress Tabitha, I needn’t remind you that this is a place of work and that I ask you to trust my judgment, as the proprietor, as to what my employees can and cannot handle.” Tabitha struggled to hold back her protest. “Besides, she’s not to be assigned to the dungeons just yet. Mr. Richard would like the chance to break her in up top, in the penthouse.” Turning to the closet, he didn’t offer either woman the chance to speak up. “I think the three inch would be a good starter for her? Other than that…” He paused, looking over his shoulder to scan Tosh over from head to toe. “I think she’s dressed and ready for work.”

Work was suddenly taking the shape of another four-letter word, and every time Tosh heard it she could feel her thighs clench.

Balancing on the three inch stiletto heels that Tabitha had helped her into, Tosh was fearing her ability to make it to the elevator, much less through a single work day. The elevator was an odd one. Fashioned like something out of the early 1900s, with dark wood paneling and a leather bench on one side. Under the bench was a black curtain that Tosh wasted no time in finding that it was hiding a cage which stretched the full length of the bench. Upon closer examination, there were also brass rings hanging from the three walls of the elevator. It all painted a carnal picture that Tosh was beginning to decipher.

The doors opened to a lobby that held the entrance to only one set of tinted glass doors. Stepping free of the elegant cube, Tosh wobbled across the lobby with echoing clicks, all the while fully aware that her breasts were near bursting from the confines of her corset and everything else was completely exposed from under the shear sack that fell in front of her mound and swayed with each unsteady step.

“Hello,” Tosh timidly called out. “Hello.” Rapping again on the door, there was no answer.

Open and with no sign of inhabitants, the penthouse almost greeted her inside. It was clean of any clutter, with polished black stone floors that reflected like water, and mahogany paneled walls that kept any reflective light from illuminating the rooms. Down cast lighting from the ceilings gave the room an overpowering dominance. The furniture was sparse, with only one black leather couch and matching chair which sat around a coffee table, whose base—much like the bench in the elevator—resembled a cage. The kitchen was open to the living room by a counter, window, and two stained glass doors opened into a formal dining room. There were no pictures or artwork of any kind other than a wooden chest with Celtic carvings adorning the lid.

“Hello.” She tried again, but still no answer. The setting sun was fighting through the hanging blinds. “Mr. Richard?”

Her sudden scream was a startle as her heels slipped out from under her. Catching her balance from the kitchen counter, she gave herself a moment of breath.

“Damn these stupid heels!” Circling her ankle, she tested for pain. “Who would think to dress anyone like this for an honest day of cleaning? Whatever this Mr. Whoever had planned, I’m here to work and that’s with my clothes on…or rather his clothes…these ridiculous torture devices that he considered clothes.”

“Whatever you plan to do in it, you wear the outfit well…” A deep male voice came from a darkened hallway. “Postulant.”

Turning quickly, forgetting Tabitha’s suggestion of balancing on the balls of her feet, sent her spinning into another humiliating slide. Holding onto the bar with a near permanent attachment, rage burned from her white-knuckle grip up her arms and into her now very red face.

“What the hell is all of this?" She removed her heels one at a time and waved her fashionable weapons from the toes, leaving the deadly heels to slash the air in her rage. “And what was that crap down there? Who the hell are you? One of this Mr. Richard’s boy toys?”

That was not a title he took to, and before she could take a defensive step away, he was on her, lifting her over his head and landing her up against a wall. Imprisoning her between his strong thighs and two hands, he leaned in and took a long predatory sniff of her tense neck. From base to ear, she was sugar and spice.

“Who are you?” The words trembled from her lips, weakened by her lack of air and her rising pulse.

Cracking his sensual mouth with a wicked broken grin, he met her nose to nose.

“Your master,” he confessed with a whisper.

“Excuse me.” She was frightened to near self-destruction.

“Your boss.” He replaced without delay. “Mr. Richard at your…service.” His eyes fell down to her bound breasts that fought against the restraints of her black corset with her staccato breaths. “Or rather you are at mine.”

Tosh felt his warm tongue dip into the tight ravine between her breasts. Tossing her head back against the wall, she opened herself up to him. A hot tingling sensation ran through her body and suddenly she no longer cared what tricks or dishonesty she might have been subjected to. Lust left her dumb to all of his offenses, but was cut short with a nip at her tender flesh.

“You’re tasty.” Twinkling with wicked delight, he looked Tosh again in the eyes. “Come,” he commanded like a Raja from a 1950’s flick. “It’s time you start to earn your pay.”

Taking her hand in his, he walked a dazed Tosh through his apartment. Dazzled by the whole erotic feel of her body, Tosh delayed her understanding of where he was taking her to “earn” her pay. Planting her bare feet on the smooth black slate floor, she tried her best to pull free.

“Despite what you see, I’m not a whore!” she announced, pulling against his hold.

“Of course you aren’t, I need a woman unafraid to clean instead of lying on her back. Isn’t that what you applied for?”

“But at the interview I was told I applied to work in a nightclub, not a resident. Why did you take me away from my job? And why am I here?”

Step by step, she took the shift of power, backing him up against the buffet counter. A cut glass tray with decanters rattled, and his startled face became tickled with delight. She was feisty.

“What the hell kind of joke is this?” Shoving her heel into his chest, a buckle caught in his buttonhole and snagged the white linen, pulling threads with it.

Turning in a rush, she took no hesitation to run for the glass doors.

“Going so soon?” He taunted.

Answered with a grunt, she turned to chuck each heel one at a time. The first shoe made clean contact with his lip and the other he caught without a flinch. Blood didn’t hesitate to trickle down from the corner of his mouth, decorating him as a monster. Eyes darkened and jaw clenched, biting down on the grin that was starting to form. He was an animal ready to pounce, and Tosh knew she was going to be dinner. Turning quickly for the door, she reached for the steel handle and pulled the door open only to have it pushed closed again with her own body.

“You, my little feline, need a little training,” he spit out, licking the blood from his lip.

Pulled free from the corset, her breasts were pressed against the door. His weight kept her imprisoned while one hand gripped around her waist and the other held her head turned and up against the solid glass leading to the lobby. His force was sharp and hard, leaving marks that no doubt would darken by morning. Then she felt his hot breath on her neck before he bit down, and his lioness was shaken into sexual submission.

“You’re already mine even if you haven’t realized it yet.” Strong fingers curled around her waist and dug into her tender flesh. “I can smell your need.”

Aching for his touch, her nipples were erect and pressed into the cool glass. He left her whole body quivering with need, and he did nothing to slacken it.

“You’re thinking I’m going to fuck you…aren’t you?” Confidence laced his voice. “No…you can put your mind at ease with that.”

What!
Her body screamed.

“You’re worth more than just a simple fuck,” he purred. “I want to taste…” He licked her neck one more time. “…torture…” At last he pinched one of her needy nipples. “… and adore every inch of you.” He ended with a soft brush of his lips to the side of her face. Grinding his rock hard erection into her back, she bit her lips shut to hold off the building scream in her, begging for him to fuck her.

Spinning her around, he forced her back against the glass. Her head sounded a soft thud.

“Is this a position you’re willing to fill?” he asked. “You can leave now and nothing will be said.” Tipping his head with a quirk, “heck, I’ll even pay you for your time today.”

Stunned out of a reply, she stared at him with wide-eyed bewilderment.

“I promise you, that despite everything, I won’t fuck you on the clock. That is something I save to enjoy on my personal time.”

Silence.

“So Tosh?” Her name was like chocolate on his lips, creamy, sweet, and devilishly delectable. “Would you like to take the position as my private maid?” He finished stiff and professional.

She agreed with a nod, but was stopped for that. He couldn’t trust her agreement with nothing spoken and needed to know her full understanding.

“Yes, I’d like to accept the position.”

Smiling at her answer, he stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand. Closing her eyes, Tosh memorized the feel of his skin on her. His smell was a combination of a clean designer cologne that was not overpowering, and leather. She breathed him in.

“There’s only a bit of business we must conclude before you and I continue with your training.” Removing his hand from her face, Tosh looked up in disappointment. “This will be an exchange of trust. As you’ve already been told, you’ll see and do many things here that you aren’t accustomed to, and I must trust you to tell me when you’ve seen or done too much.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“No, you’ll take this seriously or else this stops here.” The change in his tone was a bucket of cold water on her sex drive. “You’ll be tempted to protest and say no or stop at times when you may not truly mean it, and I’ll continue to…perform my task unless you speak a word that’s not commonly spoken by you. Then and only then will I safely remove you from whatever it is you feel threatened by.” His shoulders grew tense, and she could tell that though he spoke his words with great importance, he dreaded them as well. “Don’t take this lightly or you and I will be parting ways. If I cannot trust you, how could you trust me?”

“What is the word?” she eagerly asked.

“Red.” The single word reply set the room spinning.

Looking into his eyes, she wanted to test it out, but feared what that might bring.

“If at any time when we’re together and you find that any task is beyond your ability and pushing you toward feeling in danger and scared, you must say that word and trust in me to protect you by stopping everything.”

“And if I don’t?”

“If I learn that you were left terrified, injured, or in fear of me and you never told me, then we’ll be forced to part ways.”

This had taken her beyond the threshold of employment and into a new world. Tosh prayed that he intended this conversation to be what she interpreted. Was she about to start a new job, or an affair with her boss?

“Very well. I accept it and give you my trust,” she said solemnly.

This was not what she had imagined when he made his offer. On her hands and very sore knee’s Tosh tossed the well-worn toothbrush into the newly cleaned sink, and reached for the nail buffer and returned her focus to the floor. All dark gray grout lines were clean and now it was time to clean the black tiles.

In the background, Dean Martin sang one of his classics, and she enjoyed watching him occasionally tap his toe to the beat.

"I take great pride in these floors.” Resting his feet on her much worn back, he leaned back on the seat of the throne, lid down of course, and watched in delight. “Every tile needs your
special
care.”

Her knees ached and her pussy throbbed and itched from lack of attention. The need was too great, and she had to do something, but every time she tried to reach for herself, he would catch her. In the end, his dominate display had been nothing but a big tease and she had just about had it.

Shuffling her knees a few inches to begin her next demeaning task, Tosh made the most tantalizing discovery and clenched her thighs together even tighter than she had. Every little shuffle rubbed her nether lips together. This may not be what she craved, but perhaps it would bring her some release.

Swat!

Her right cheek throbbed from Mr. Richard’s handprint, sending a zing of a tingle straight to her craving lips. He had kept her on pins and needles since she first teetered into his apartment, and Tosh was ready to demand satisfaction, but the longer this game played out the more exited she was growing. Moaning from the warm pain in her ass, Tosh arched her back and rolled her head back to look at him over her shoulder, only to get another swat on her other butt cheek.

“Do you really think I’m going to make it that easy for you?” He grinned. “As I told you, that is saved for personal time…” His grin softened. “Besides, you need to earn it and this floor is nowhere near clean enough.”

Before she could protest, he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard member free through the boxer’s hole. He was larger than any man Tosh had ever been with and, while a part of her cringed at the idea of making room for him, the other part of her salivated with a hunger to taste him. She was about to surrender to casual sex for the first time in her life, but seeing how disappointing her limited experience had been so far, she was confident that Mr. Richard could give her something good to remember. Before she could ask for just that, his right hand wrapped around the base, and he didn’t hesitate to start pumping.

Digging his feet into her back to keep her parked where she was, Mr. Richard took his pleasure, never taking his eyes from hers. The air was electric, and Tosh could feel the energy pulsing through her own skin. He pumped himself with vigor and didn’t give himself much time, exploding into his hand and mumbling what Tosh was sure sounded like
postulant
.

Taking only a couple of breaths, Mr. Richard tucked himself back in and straightened his pants before reaching down to the floor and whipping his hand over the freshly scrubbed tile. Standing, he pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket and dropped it next to Tosh’s hand, then turned to leave.

Drawing back to sit on her feet, Tosh picked up the handkerchief to see the embroidered R. She then reached over to wipe up the drying cum off the floor, but paused for a moment to wipe her fingers over the tile. He was quickly becoming a drug to her and before she gave herself a moment to fight off the temptation, her lips closed over her finger, and she allowed herself one long savoring taste of Mr. Richard.

Swallowing back his gasp, Mr. Richard watched his maid’s lustful display from the reflection of the bathroom mirror. She was everything he had hoped for and more. He had dreamed that she would be a natural, but as she sucked the sample of his essence from her fingers, she showed him that she was a diamond in the rough.

With so much ahead of them in her training, he licked his lips with the buffet of pleasure in the near future. Where to start he did not know yet, since this last display of his was winged as a last ditched effort to keep himself from driving his hard erection into her. Even now there was a twinge of guilt in not preparing her for what she would be facing, but to have her be so inventive with no knowledge of what to expect, showed him all the more that he had chosen correctly.

He watched her neatly fold the handkerchief, ceremoniously wiping the smudge away before folding it up once more to conceal in her corset. She was now delicate in her actions and determined with the nail buffer as she polished the bathroom floor. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail that fell over one shoulder and her rear swayed side to side in rhythm with her buffing. Soon he would wrap that ponytail around his hand as he led her on her hands and knees through his apartment.

But for now he needed to get ready for bed...alone.

Her muscles ached and creaked with every step on wobbling knees. The walk from the elevator to her room had been a cruel punishment dragged out with each step, only the dream of her hard small bed in her cold impersonal room to welcome her.

Perhaps it was presumptuous to think that she was dismissed for the night when she finished the bathroom floor, but her
boss
was nowhere to be seen and considering the hour…it seemed like a logical assumption, and if she hadn’t been dismissed, then oh, well? There was at least a bit of comfort in finding that he did keep his word and not “fuck her while on the clock.” Was it possible that this job was just as the flyer had read?

A Live in Maid for a single man

No Pets

No Smoking

Dormitory style housing offered

and possible scholarship.

It was as if the flyer had been written for her alone, offering her everything she needed. A blessing on an 8 1/2 x11 inch piece of paper.

Falling onto the still unmade bed, she gave a sigh of relief. Kicking off her shoes, Tosh propped her feet on the pile of folded bed linens, while her head rested on the naked pillows. Her body would need a week to recover from the abuse she suffered on the bathroom floor today, but with only hours to recuperate, she had best start now.

“Comfortable?” The familiar deep voice came from the doorway.

Sitting up without thought, she bit back the flinch of pain from her knees and sat with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.

“Who told you your day was done?” He cleared the space between the doorway and the bed in four long strides. Leaning over her with a fist impaling the bed on either side of her hips, he leered into her face. “And who told you that you could lie down on this bed?”

She stuttered, but couldn’t get her words out with her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. The scent of his breath was spiced from his evening drink and his own natural musk, and left her dizzy with lust. He should bottle his pheromones and sell it.

“No one was around, so I assumed that since it’s so late…”

Screaming out her startle, Tosh’s words were lost in the mattress when she was flipped over belly down on her bed. Mr. Richard pinned her down with his body, leaving one hand free to roam over her body.

“Do you know what assuming does?” He teased her as he palmed her round ass cheek. “It makes an ass out of you and me.”

Smack! His palm left a stinging handprint on her rump, and she instinctively screamed out in protest. The shocking part to Tosh was how she never thought to argue the obvious inappropriate behavior from her boss, but instead was ashamed at how she hoped another punishing spank would come down on her.

Smack!

“Perhaps you’ll need more training than I’d had thought…postulant?” Leaning over her, he took a deep whiff of her hair. “No doubt you bring other benefits with you, but there is definite room for improvement."

Grinding his erection into Tosh’s back, she rolled her eyes back in ecstasy, only to be abandoned just as quickly as she was attacked. In a blink Mr. Richard was standing at the door, shifting his rock hard piece in his pants.

“Don’t forget that you’re here to clean and work and not to partake in what the club offers. If you choose to sleep down here, then so be it, but you’re not welcome to pass through to the club at any time.” Leaning against the doorframe, he waited for her protests, but none came. “Is that clear?”

“Afraid I might skip paying the cover charge?” She snorted, standing up to face her bully and falling back down, crippled by the cramping in her knees. She bit back the pain and faced him from where she sat, tight jaw and ready for a fight, but Mr. Richard was not ready to go back and forth and was able to silence her protests with his deep booming voice.

“Is that clear?” he demanded again, pushing her back an inch with his voice.