Maid For His Submission (4 page)

Taking in his instructions word for word with a confirming nod, she wondered when the work part would begin.

“While you work for me you’ll only eat what I have left out for you. Do you understand?”

Odd?

“I’d never think of raiding your fridge.” Fighting to keep down the defensive tone in her voice, she chanted in her head.
Don’t argue with the boss. Don’t argue with the boss.

“No,” firm, but not harsh was his tone, “you’ll only eat what I’ve left out for you unless I’ve left instructions for you otherwise. As to your hair,” following the smooth pull of her dark locks into the practical ponytail, he added, “we’ll address that tomorrow.”

“I’m not cutting my hair, I don’t care how much you pay.” Adamant over her personal ego, Tosh had always loved her hair and was meticulous in the care of her hair.

“Beyond the needed trim for style I’d never let you alter the length. There are far too many women with easy to maintain short hair, but a woman’s mane is a woman’s pride and meant to be adored.”

His words crushed Tosh’s resistance. He made her feel beautiful, sexual, but adored was something she could never imagine.

A white square bowl filled with fragrant vanilla yogurt and luscious red strawberries was placed in front of her. The berries had been cored and sliced, and each one was perfect in color and size. Care had been put into making her breakfast, but there was no ceremony to tell her that this was out of his norm.

Tosh never questioned if she was the first maid to be toyed with by Mr. Richard, but she was surprisingly growing a little jealous over whom had come before her. She expected nothing from him other than to clean his mess and receive a paycheck, and she knew he expected nothing more from her than to simply do her job—whatever that might imply—in exchange for steady pay with room and board. So, then why take such care in what could have been toast and coffee? Why make her feel like this was something special when she knew full well she was just one in a long line of girls he and his partner played with?

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized he stood there leaning against the counter watching her. His eyes had a playful twinkle they’d lacked the night before, and he had flashed her with that broken sexy smile a number of times since he’d first appeared in the guest room this morning. He was acting more like the prince rather than the beast today, but she still couldn’t lay claim to either personality for him just yet.

Stirring her spoon in the yogurt, he presented a bite for her. Strawberries swam in the billowing white of the yogurt and an erotic blend of berry and vanilla wafted up, making Tosh’s mouth water.

"Should I play the choo-choo train?" He teased her.

Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward, inviting his offering. He was bringing out her flirty side, and she liked it.

"What happened to the center?" she asked, looking at the manicured strawberries.

"I cored them. It helps bring out the flavor." The words rolled off his tongue.

"You cut their hearts out?" His brown eyes flinched at her questions, but the rest of him was unmoved. "Is that something you commonly do?"

"Only when it produces the best results."

Time stood still. The luscious bite was suspended between them and their eyes were locked over it. With every exhale he gave she inhaled it back from him and it only made her salivate for more. Slowly she licked the berry from the spoon, trying to put an end to his self-control.

"Mmm." She licked her lips in satisfaction. "Tasty."

Breakfast was quickly becoming her favorite time of the day. If she could count on this being only a glimpse into her life here, Tosh considered the option of paying him rather than the other way around. Soon he was scooping the bottom of the bowl, and she was reaching for a neatly folded napkin beside it to wipe away the cold dribble at the corner of her mouth.

"Now, now." He stopped her with his hand over hers. "I didn't say Simon Says." His arched brow taunted her, but before she could respond, he leaned forward to lick the corner of her mouth clean of the yogurt. "Now." Licking his own lips and savoring her taste, he said, "It’s time I give you your daily assignments." Standing up, he took the now empty bowl from the counter and placed it in the sink.

Returning to her, Mr. Richard was all formality and work. There were no more playful gestures or hollowed out strawberries, he was now the master with ridged back and all. She only hoped the beast wouldn’t roar.

"Every morning after you have taken your breakfast here, you’ll await for further instructions. Just as you will do today." Hands clasped behind his back, he paused, watching her struggle to slide off the stool only to teeter on her heels. It was like trying to balance a skinny stuffed sausage on two toothpicks.

"Now that the guest bathroom is clean, today you’ll move onto the master bath."

Marching past him, Tosh struggled for balance. He moved quickly, and she stumbled like an infant taking its first steps. This was ridiculous! No sane person could be expected to walk in such shoes, much less be expected to clean! She was quickly forgetting the intimate breakfast and ready to toss the job back in his face. Then she rounded the corner and stepped into the master suite. Better described as Shangri-La.

Standing in the center of the room with his shoulders rolled back and his chest high with pride, Mr. Richard extended an arm to the room around him. He obviously held a great deal of pride and care for his living space and understandably so. Painted in an earthy green with black highlights the space spoke of power and the iron-framed bed with its velvet burgundy comforter and black silk sheets screamed sex. This was not the home of a bachelor or a playboy, this was the home of a predator ready to pounce on the female species, and she felt like raw meat.

Eyes focused on the bed, she didn’t hear him clear his throat the first two times, only to blush when he finally made it through. Tosh never lost sight that he was her employer and not her lover, but there was a power he had over her that she didn’t feel the need to fight. He could ask anything of her, and she would submit. She already had.

Crossing over the threshold, she was treated with the warm smell of sandalwood and roses. The floor was tiled in smooth shiny black stone and mahogany only to match the brightly finished red wooden counter top with copper basin and brushed metal faucet. Along one wall was a shower stretching the width of the room. Lined with faucet heads at all heights, the glass closure was clear, leaving the shower open for view. Sitting under the only window was a kidney shaped tub, deep, long, and blood red. The tub looked more like it was used for sacrifices than to cleanse one’s body. Lonely in one corner stood a wooden box with a glass door and a temperature gage. She wasn't surprised that a man with a home like this would have his own bathroom furnished with a sauna. The walls were tiled black and white, marble crowned with the ceiling that was black closing in the top of the cave.

"I’m entertaining a guest tonight." His deep voice came from behind her and warmed her neck while his words were an electric shock to her gut. "So I'll be needing the tub to be given an extra...special..." Leaning over her shoulder, he nipped her ear with his teeth. "...polish."

Looking down at the red alter, she didn't have to wonder what kind of entertaining his guest would be enjoying tonight. Twinge with pain and frustration in her own silly feelings over her employer’s love life, she tried to make her escape, but was pulled back by two strong arms. Her back hit the wall of his chest.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

"I...um...I need to go get the cleaning...supplies." She was fighting to bite down her arousal and the surprised feeling of betrayal from him for entertaining another woman.

"I said...polish." His mouth rounded around the word. How could such a simple chore become the most sensual word she had ever heard?

The spell was broken. Rolling her eyes at his silly request, she said, "You have your bathtub polished?"

"This is not a bath tub!" he scolded her. "This is an Aqua Di Capri! The most luxurious personal spa on the market." Wiping his hand over the inside of the spa, he corrected her. "Marble to make your partner melt from pure pleasure.” His hasty voice suddenly turned him from hot dominating seducer to a pompous twit. Tosh had to bite back her giggles.

"Where do you keep the
tub polish
?" She knew her questions were beginning to bug him and it tickled her to remember how easy it had become since their first conversation when she got his back up.

Pulling her backward, he directed her to the vanity that hung from the wall. Modern and sleek he waved his hand in front of a drawer and it smoothly slid half open. Now, that impressed her. Was there nothing this man didn’t have in his home?

Wrapping one arm around her shoulder, pushing her breasts out more than the corset already had, he retrieved a purple glass bottle from the drawer. How quickly he could flip her switch on. Tosh was beginning to look forward to this task.

"Only lavender oil can keep the magic alive." Unscrewing the cap, he dribbled a little on her straining breasts. "And it must be applied with the utmost care...and softest touch." He set the bottle down and began to rub the oil into her mounds with small gentle circles.

The motion was more hypnotic than soothing, and Tosh's head fell back onto his shoulder. A soft purr escaped her lips, and Richard grinned with pride. She was melting into him, and soon he would get to enjoy both his wicked pleasures...if only he knew that she would not shriek away in terror once she faced what he intended for her.

Reaching his oil-slicked fingers into her black leather corset, he felt her nipples harden against his palm as the soft pliable flesh molded in his hands. The feel of her warm, sensual heat was driving him to near madness, and Richard thought of a time soon when he would slowly slide his long erection between her perfect breasts.

Lifting her free of the corset, he continued to hold her and enjoy the heaviness in her womanly perfection. He was rock hard and in need of her, but he had to wait, he wouldn’t rush this after taking so much time planning her introduction and training. Arching her back, she offered him her body to his hands, while her round, firm rear reached back to feel the throbbing hard shaft fighting its way free. Slowly, she rolled her hip in a cry out for him, but self-control was the first lesson, and he would stick to the plan even if it was going to kill him.

"More." Softer than her breath, her words were the invitation he had dreamed of. Last night hadn’t been an illusion, she had submitted to him, and she had found pleasure in his satisfaction.

Abandoning her breasts and pebbled nipples, his hands dropped to her frilly skirt. He had dressed her in another of his favorite leather French maid costumes, and this one he had picked for its practical application. Taking her waistband in hand, he ripped the skirt at the seam of Velcro, pulling the ends apart and wrapping them around her front. She was wearing only the black G-string he had left for her, and it framed her perfect globes. Exposed and ready, her perfectly round rear was covered in goose flesh.

"Ever heard 'Smooth as a baby's bottom'?" Dribbling oil over her rear, he didn’t show her the same gentle touch as he had her breast. Digging and kneading her flesh, she was beginning to shake for the approaching climax. Richard had never had a woman so responsive to his touch. Tosh was a temple of sexual delights.

"That is what the Aqua Di Capri needs."

"A baby's bottom?" Her question didn’t break her spell, but was still true to her natural feisty nature.

SMACK!

She was answered with a sharp swat. Having craved the need to spank her tender flesh, the thrill raced through him, curling his toes and craving more. Two, three, they were playful spanks. His hand was firm and the measure was sure. He was no amateur, and she was a natural, wiggling her rear for him after every spank.

"What is it that I need?"

"My bottom?" Biting her bottom lip, she wiggled some more, like a pussy in heat. "You need my bottom?”

"Yes.” Tender and deep was his voice. Palm to ass, his hands gripped her tightly, lifting Tosh up on her toes. "I need this perfect round ass of yours." Rubbing on more oil, he lubed her up before lifting her in his arms. Cradling her tight ass in his arms, he held her to his chest, taking in a deep whiff of her hair before lowering her into the tub. Wide eyed and blushing with heaving glistening breasts, Tosh was an erotic goddess.

"Now get to work while I begin to start my day." Reaching again into the open drawer, he withdrew a red collar that matched the tub. Buckling it around her neck, he clicked on a leash that was attached to a guideline she hadn’t seen tucked under the window. Never blinking, she watched him in shock, unsure what to do next. He leaned over the edge and gave her one last swat.

"Get to work," he instructed again and was answered with an erotic show that nearly brought him to his knees. Planting her feet on the bottom of the tub, Tosh pulled her body over the surface of the tub. When he thought up this chore, he never imagined she would play along, or for that matter look so damn hot doing it. Fighting against his own needs, he turned from her and played his part the best he could. Removing his robe, he stepped into the steam shower. Jets erupted and shot out over his body. If only he could pass a cold shower off without her notice, but there was no way he could risk her knowing what she did to him...even though the evidence was standing at attention between his legs.

With her mouthwatering, Tosh watched as her employer stripped from his robe. Rippling with muscle, he was fit, broad and had a body begging to be licked. He was long, thick, and hard. Frozen in the tub, she watched him, hypnotized by the beauty of his body. Then the water began to fall and his hair washed over his face as he began to lather up. Never had Tosh wanted to be a bar of soap more and rub her body over him just like she now rubbed her bare ass over the tub. Suddenly she realized she was performing her job with gusto, envisioning the substitute of him in place of the red tub spa.

Just as quickly as it had all begun, the water was turned off, and her master stepped from the shower. Water dripped from his perfect body. Reaching for a towel, he only dried his head, leaving the rest of him exposed and taunting her. Quickly, she was released from the collar and then offered her heart’s desire.

"Dry me." Firm and commanding, he instructed her as if nothing else seemed more natural.

Dropping the towel into her outstretched hands, Tosh climbed out of the tub and kneeled at Mr. Richard’s feet. It seemed so natural rubbing first each foot and then his legs up to the knee and working her way up to the junction where his thigh met his hips. Not able to resist, Tosh extended her tongue and licked the water from his hipbones, and then down in the warmth between his thighs and balls. It was a bold and forward action, but her hunger to taste him was too much. When she was about to take him into her mouth, a strong tug of her hair pulled her back and his face was stern.

"I said dry me, not suck me." Releasing her hair, he pulled the towel from her hands and wrapped it around his waist.

Confused and ashamed for acting on her own instincts and not thinking what he might want from her, Tosh followed him into the bedroom. Her eyes focused on the floor, but she knew without looking that he was dressing quickly in tight black jeans and a black round neck T-shirt.

I guess no happy ending this morning?
She thought.

“Come here and kneel on the floor, sitting back on your heels.”

Not hesitating to follow his instructions, she knelt on the small carpet at the foot of his bed and sat back on her heels, looking up into his warm eyes.

“Spread your knees,” he instructed, nudging a foot between her legs and guiding her knees apart with his toe. “Very good.” His praise filled her with warmth. “Now place your hand palm down on your thighs.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Cold air conditioning stung her exposed nipples, forcing the pebbled peaks out. The corset was uncomfortable pushed so low, but her breasts looked large and round being lifted up by the stiff frame. Pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Tosh released a small, uncontrolled moan that brought a crooked grin to his lips.

“You acted against my instructions, and I need to leave you with a small reminder.” Extending his other hand, he presented Tosh with two gold rings in the palm of his hand. The rings were the size of quarters and three cut jeweled stones beaded on them that slid on the tin rings. “You’ll keep these on without complaint as you finish your work up here, and only I may remove them.” His words were law. She wanted to argue and defend herself with her sexual need for him, but was struck in fascinated silence watching as he parted one of the rings with both hands, clipping it onto her extended nipple.

The pain was piercing, and Tosh feared he had done just that. Looking down, she expected to see blood but only saw her flesh pinched between the ends of the gold ring. It fascinated her and when he gave them a flick, the stones slid on the ring, adding a ringing through her breasts and down to her wet pussy. The bedroom smelled of lavender oil and her.

Once the other ring was in place, he stepped back to appreciate his work, before returning to getting himself dressed. Before Tosh could think of some way to convince him to stop and take her, he was sliding on a black sleek watch that could have paid off her student loans. Was there a way to ask this man for a good, hard fuck? Had their recent behavior given her allowance to make demands of him, or was this all part of the job?

Tosh was insecure and horny as hell—not a strong combination.

"One last thing before I release you." All business with no lust or heat. "I need you to change the sheets. My...guest is not a fan of the silk and insists on Egyptian cotton."

There it was again, that stabbing jealousy. Whoever this friend was, she wanted nothing more than to rip every hair from her head.

"Cotton?" Such an odd request for a lover?

"Yes, I don't know why, but that is an outstanding request.” He sounded so matter of fact about his lover and not a twinge of guilt about what they had just shared.

"Perhaps it’s her way of knowing there’s nothing left over from the women you had in your bed before her?" The reply was not her best jab, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

A broken smile quickly lightened to an honest chuckle.

"Perhaps that isn't a bad idea, assigned bed linen. That way I never get confused between playmates."

How could he sound so casual? How could he not know that this might hurt her a bit? Yes, it was all a job, but no doubt she had opened herself to him in ways that he could never expect her to for anyone else. They had well crossed the line of appropriate business behavior and never did she turn away from him. Clutching her thighs together, she could still feel how wet she was just from being able to lick his perfect delectable skin.

"Once you are done, I’ll be releasing you for the rest of the day. Do whatever you need to get done for yourself and then report ready for work at seven tonight. I’ll have your clothes ready up here in your room."

“My room is downstairs—” She jumped in, but he silenced her with a stern look that vanished quickly.

“In your…other room.” Looking her up and down, his wicked grin was back. "I want you showered and ready for dinner service. You’re going to be the entertainment tonight..."

"Pardon?"

"I mean, you’re going to help me entertain tonight." He quickly corrected himself. Mr. Richard played innocent, but Tosh knew what she heard, and she was ready to draw a line for him. No women! No "friends!" No games! But before she had the chance to say anything, he was leaning over her, meeting her mouth to mouth and devouring her in a kiss. This wasn't an endearment, it was a hungry attack of his lips and tongue. Grazing her bottom lip with his teeth, sparks ignited in her blood that woke her body up in a sexual charge pulsing to her sexual core. Falling deeper and deeper into the dominating power of his lips, she willingly opened for him with a moan. Stroking his tongue with hers, she was hungry to please him and matched the power of his kiss, but a pinch to her jaw stopped Tosh with a gasp, forcing her to willingly submit to the pleasures of his kiss. He consumed her in that kiss, eliminating complications and concerns, but just before Tosh could bring her arms up and around his neck, Mr. Richard pulled away and was gone.

Stunned and speechless, Tosh stood there in the lavish bedroom, swaying in her shock. Her lips hummed from the lingering taste of him, and she hugged her arms tightly around herself, fighting off the chill of her unsatisfied need for him. Things had just moved from an erotic dream to some kind of domestic nightmare. Pressed and folded with care, the red sheets lay on the bed like a lover’s note, reminding her that she was here by paid position and not a romantic invitation. This night might just be the end of her, but she was a lost victim to her body’s desire and curiosity. Despite her better judgment, she was going to return that night to find out where this all would lead.