Maid For His Submission (5 page)

By daylight, The Odyssey was like any club after hours with the cleaning staff hard at work washing away the remnants of the night before and preparing for the victims who crossed the threshold at sundown. Only few clubs would require the waxing and polishing of leather whips, crops, and delightful tables equipped with clever devices and restraints. The club had been part of an upper class secret society over a hundred years ago in England, and it was Richard and Thomas who found how lucrative the depravity and lust that thrived in man’s heart was. Thus, the Odyssey found a new home hidden under the sidewalks of L.A., ready to serve up whatever sexual desire a person was willing to pay a substantial amount for.

Unlike his nine to five life, Richard’s office at The Odyssey offered him a sanctuary, but today his universe had begun to spin out of control. Large chocolate eyes and rich full brown hair monopolized his thoughts, nearly enraging Richard, for all the other more important items that sat unattended on his desk. She was quickly becoming a dent in his well-formed armor, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. No one had managed to break through, and he needed to keep his wits about him to guarantee there would be no harm when it came time to walk away before she took off running. The night before he had come close to pulling her into his bed and confessing everything to her...but how could he? How could he tell her the truth without scaring her away? If it were him, he would run without looking back.

Turning on his heels, he looked at the large envelope sitting in the middle of his desk. It should have been delivered to his other office where he was forced to deal with everyday life, and instead was a black hole threatening to disturb and destroy the life he’d worked so hard to create for himself. Picking it up with two fingers, he pushed the envelope aside to reveal the well-read letter that had been inside. Years of disappointment, pain, and abandonment summed up in three typed paragraphs, leaving him feeling the one thing he couldn’t bear…weakness.

Interrupted by a knock at his door, he pushed the letter aside. It could wait for him until tomorrow at work. After all, that was what Mondays were for. Instead, he needed to focus on the latex clad beauty upstairs waiting for him. Soon he would introduce her to all the pleasures found in The Odyssey, but for now, she was his toy to do with as he pleased.

Another knock, but this time it was only a formality before the person behind it opened the door wide without an invitation.

I should have locked it,
he thought to himself.

“Hi ya, sexy." A dark red ponytail bounced through the doorway, and Tab snuck in a bright smile. Leaning into the room, she waited for his invite that came by his surprised smile. She could brighten anyone’s day just with her wicked smile.

Plopping herself in one of the over-stuffed chairs, Tab crossed her legs playfully, kicking her sneaker covered foot at Richard’s leg. She was dressed in an impractical, high fashion tracksuit with the words
Licking Good
over her butt in bold letters—her typical non-work attire. Not her normal relaxed and giggling self, he knew what was on her mind, and he was not ready for it.

“Before you ask, I’m fine, and I don’t want to talk about it.” His warning hit its mark, and Tab’s concerned crinkled brow pinched tighter for only a second before she relaxed and gave him a smile just a few shades shy of her typical bubbly self.

"So, instead, how about your recent employment opportunities?" Red lips smiled wide and long lashes batted in play.

Groaning in the pain of her questing, Richard fell into his high back chair and resting his elbow on the arm, his face fell into his palm. He was completely taken apart by Tosh and didn't know what to do.

"Please don't insult your intelligence with this innocent play.” He defended. "You know full well what you want to ask, so go ahead and spit it out."

Her eyes wide, she held a hand to her chest in shock. “A lady never spits."

"Then we're fine, ‘cause you’re no lady." Looking up, he leaned back. The leather creaked from under his shifting body, but he failed to find comfort or an escape route. "Now, what do you want to know?"

"Is she as good of a fuck as she looks?"

There it was. At least Tab never disappointed, she had also picked the one question that hurt the most.

"Next question." He set in a knuckle-cracking mood and pressed on, hoping to move on to offering his plans for his upcoming night.

"Since when have you started advertising with cheap flyers at the local JC?" Her question had finally made an honest turn. She had wiped her inner playful girl away and was all business.

"And why do we need to hire a maid with no experience when we already have a service on contract?" The third voice to enter this conversation just added to Richard’s pain. Thomas didn’t wait for the invite that Tab had. Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he didn’t look pleased.

“I’d be careful if I were you.” She hoped Thomas took her warning to heart. “I don’t think she can even put him in a good mood.” Tab protected herself by averting the burning glare Richard sent her way.

Taking a reassuring breath, Richard pressed his palms on the desk, trying hard not to look at the envelope, and instead took a couple of calming breaths. Never keeping anything from his business partner, he knew his mistake in not including Thomas in on his plans sooner, but he was about to rectify that.

"To ease both of your minds, I have everything under control and will have this messy business behind me soon. Also, I didn’t advertise at the local JC and the flyer she brought in is the only one in existence. I called in a favor at the school’s job center is all.” His confession didn’t include the promise of a new cappuccino machine and classic popcorn cart he had agreed to donate to their job center. It was a worthy bribe considering the sum he had been willing to lay down in order to get what he wanted.

Passing the empty chair next to Tab, Thomas walked straight to Richard’s desk and leaned on the corner closest to him. Sandalwood and Old Spice wafted in front of Richard, and he smiled, breathing in the familiar scent. Richard often teased his friend that he groomed himself like a seventy-year-old man, but Thomas knew what the effect had on Richard and liked it.

Resting his hand on Thomas' knee, his fingers massaged over the linen. He had firm athletic legs that Richard knew well and his knees were one of Thomas’ erogenous zones. His erection slammed against his fly, and Thomas forgot what it was that he had come in for.

"Are you jealous?" Richard growled.

He and Thomas had an understanding that left them open to anyone or anything. The only commitment either of them shared was their shared management of the dungeon, but as far as sex, there was no ignoring the fact that they both could toss off each other with little effort. However, it was still pussy and not cock that they both longed for the most...still…cock was a tasty dish.

Fingers crawling up Thomas' leg, Richard watched his friend start to cringe. This would not take long and perhaps this was just what he needed.

"You’re invited tonight to a dinner party," he told the panting mound of testosterone. Tab jumped up in excitement, but he stopped her quick. "Not you!" Giving her a broken smile, he added, "I don't wish to give the girl a heart attack."

“You're no fun." Crossing her arms, she fell back in the chair in a pout.

Turning his head to focus on Thomas, he watched the man’s eyelashes begin to flutter. Palming the rod that strained against his pants, Richard smiled when it jumped from his touch as if it was begging for more. Unzipping the fly tooth-by-tooth, Richard soon was holding the smooth quivering cock in his hand. Licking the pearl drop from the tip, Thomas lifted his hip off the desk, only to be pulled back down in front of Richard. Holding his friend’s hips firmly in front of him, he leaned in and took a deep whiff of Thomas' arousal. He could become completely undone under Richard’s touch, and Richard was aroused by the power he had.

"Tonight...I need...your...help." Taking a nip at every pause. Thomas was ready to explode, and Richard cupped his balls tightly, making him hold onto his release. "Seven tonight you and I will be dining in my room. The sheets are being changed out as we speak and our entertainment has been given all afternoon to prepare." Sucking the cock down to the back of his throat, Thomas didn’t last more than the first couple of pumps before he cried out his release.

His essence was warm and slithered its way down Richard’s throat. He liked the taste, but he loved how he could make the proper Thomas fall apart with just a couple of touches. The power he had over his old friend was all the erotic pull he needed, and perhaps tonight he would make Thomas return the favor.

* * *

With hours to rest and settle into her new home, Tosh had given herself plenty of grief for taking a cell in the basement compared to the suite in Mr. Richard’s penthouse. Besides, the glimpse she got last night, there was still so much she didn’t know about what was in this building. With only an hour left before she had to report upstairs, Tosh pulled herself up from the freshly made bed, pulled on a bra support tank top, taking extra care to not dislodge or pull at the rings that were still clipped to her now numb nipples. For hours, she had tried to focus on anything but the throbbing excitement coming from her now cold and numbing nipples. Her breasts looked swollen, and she just assumed it was from her incased excitement, or her imagination, but she liked it.

Looking in the mirror, she could see the tan rings of her areola through the bra and had to resort to adding a T-shirt before finishing with her black jeans. She decided now was a better time than ever to explore.

Sneaking down the hall, her personal soundtrack resembled a spy flick building the excitement as she made her way back to the lobby doors that she had come through yesterday morning. It was perhaps silly that she was playing a spy in her head, but with every turn, she expected Mr. Richard to step out and stop her exploration with another mind-blowing seduction.

The lobby was like any office building in downtown, with dark marble floors and four elevators that dinged to announce another suit leaving the building. The wall placard gave office numbers and job titles from D.D.S. to Accounting and a Law firm. It all looked legitimate, until she saw the heavy polished metal symbols that suspended over the guard’s desk, R&T towers. R&T? Who or what could that be? Then the obvious clicked. Who lived in the penthouse and who interviewed her yesterday? Perhaps downstairs really was a dirty little secret? Had she just escaped the rabbit hole or would the queen soon step from one of the elevators to demand her head on a platter?

"Miss? Miss?" the guard called, waking Tosh from her thoughts. "Can I help you with anything?" There was more of a polite greeting from him rather than the harsh professional one she had seen him give to everyone else who passed his way.

"No thank you,” she stuttered. "I..." A large warm hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into a muscular wall, silencing her.

"Perhaps there’s something I can do for you." A familiar deep voice ticked her ears.

"I...I..." Licking her dry lips, Tosh’s mind buzzed for an answer, but she was distracted by his closeness.

"You were just…?" Prompting an answer from her didn’t help when his voice had such a seductive power over her.

His free hand turned her head around to face him. Dark, sinful eyes bore into hers, and Tosh felt her legs turn to jelly.

"Pat, I think I’ll take care of our guest,” he informed the puzzled security guard, never taking his eyes from hers.

Two strong hands turned her body to match him chest to chest before he pulled her through the lobby past the four elevators that now dinged to announce a rush of men and women dressed in their weekend office attire rushing home to capture what was left of their weekend.

Rounding a corner there stood bright red elevator doors that would have screamed vampire had this been a B flick. Turning her back around, he pushed his hard cock into the junction of her round butt and lower back. She was his slave and anything he asked of her now she would willingly do.

"Watch them leave,” he whispered. "All business and proper, exiting after sacrificing their day off for another day at the office," he whispered over her shoulder and into her ear. "What are they going home to? Wives, husbands, kids? Perhaps an empty apartment with a stash of porn hidden from visiting parents’ eyes, ready to watch while dining on a hot microwave dinner?"

One by one, they watched the people file out of the lobby. One by one, everyday career minded men and women heading out into the world, eager for their weekend BBQ or dreading to face their boring nightly routine, wondering where their weekend had gone before they started their week all over again tomorrow morning.

What do they do? What are their interests? Who are their interests?

"Do you ever stop to look and ask yourself, 'how does this lawyer let loose and escape the daily grind?’ 'Do dentists really live out their masochistic fantasies at home or are they more submissive, ready to allow someone else to administer the pain for a change’?" He nipped at her neck just above her collarbone. "Where do they go to let loose? A bar so that they can try to find some half-drunk ex-jock or office slut and try to convince them that all they need is a night of meaningless sex, or do they seek their pleasures somewhere else? Somewhere more exotic and elegant? Somewhere hidden under their prison of an office?"