Maid For His Submission (6 page)

His words didn’t need much thought to comprehend.

"Are you saying they all go to…?"

"Not all, but think about it. Next time you walk down the street take a look and wonder what the man next to you or the housewife pushing the stroller do to get off? And do they by chance explore their more erotic craving on the other side of that door that I have forbidden you to cross? When you hear a man or woman moan from Tabitha's crop could it be that man, the nurse who last took your temperature or the boy eager to walk your groceries to your car? You would be surprised how normal and honest what we share here daily is. The Odyssey is nothing more than a refuge for those who feel like they’re alone in this world, forced to hide what passion burns in their heart and forced to suppress what they truly need to feel complete and admit that this is our true and honest selves?"

The doors to the red elevator opened and without hesitation they were both closed in the metal box and rushing up to the top floor.

"Are you surprised at the hidden true nature of the everyday people you pass on the street? Or did you expect a vanilla existence has been hiding our den of sin?"

His question was unanswered for her lack of ability to speak. Tosh was shaking from need for him and if she could speak, she would be screaming for him to take her however and wherever he liked.

“Now, let me see those clips.” He grinned.

Eagerly, Tosh removed her T-shirt and carefully pulled each breast out over the neckline of her tank.

“Good girl.” Praising her, he bent down to lick one of Tosh’s pinched nipples before sliding his tongue into the ring and pulling her breast forward and into his mouth.

“Oh, my God.” She gasped.

Nearly losing control to speak, she mumbled out her praise in what his skillful mouth did to her breasts. Holding onto the railing beside her, she tried to keep her legs straight before she fell back on the leather bench that lined the back wall of the elevator. Juices dripped down her thighs, and Tosh felt a wave roll over her, pushing her into what she had hoped would be an orgasm, only to be stopped instantly. Releasing her from his mouth, he carefully removed the clip from both breasts and softly kissed each nipple. The sudden rush of blood to the round pebbles brought off a searing pain that unfortunately his lips didn’t stop.

“You won’t come without my permission, and you have not earned that reward just yet.” She hated him right now, but melted when he flashed her with a wicked grin before the doors opened and he escorted her into his penthouse.

Legs stripped of everyday clothes and laced up in a black leather cocoon that could loosely be called a skirt and arms strapped behind her back in a matching restraint. Tosh was tucked, tied and ready to serve, teetering on her high heels. Mr. Richard had laced her up from shoulder to ankle, securing all her appendages. Her pussy had been dripping from the moment the elevator doors opened with the familiar foyer and glass door to welcome her back. Now it was screaming for him and there was no way she could manage to take a hand to herself.

Forgetting that she was the intended entertainment for his guest, Tosh allowed him whatever he wanted with her. She was wrapped up like a leather sausage and strapped to a harness around her that suspended a tray just under her very full and very exposed breasts. Presented for his pleasure.

"Such a delectable delight," he purred before leaning forward and taking one nipple between his teeth. He played with her sensitive flesh with his tongue, sucking and nipping with his teeth. "Perhaps I should save some for our guest."

And right on cue the elevator dinged, announcing an arrival. Turning her head toward the glass lobby doors, Tosh almost knocked herself off balance. Luckily, to Mr. Richard’s quick reflexes, Tosh was in his arms and not on the floor. Eye to eye, pheromones filled the room and Tosh feared she was about to be devoured.

"You couldn't wait for me?" Came a familiar and masculine voice.

Mr. Richard dipped her down lower, giving Tosh the opportunity to tilt her head back and see Mr. Thomas standing at the entry-way, hands in his pockets and brow cocked. Hair slicked back, he came dressed in a black suit with a red tie. Tosh wondered how long she could ogle at how handsome he was before Mr. Richard’s female guest arrived. Or what she would think seeing her in his arms.

"Just in time, Thomas." Pulling her to her feet, Mr. Richard leaned over to give one of her breasts a last kiss before greeting his friend. "I had wondered how long you’d keep us waiting."

"I think you filled in the time just fine."

The two men met halfway across the living room and greeted each other in an embrace that was heightened by a domineering kiss. Both men oozed testosterone. Shocked by their greeting, Tosh was even more shocked at how she had never seen anything that made sense. They were both all man and it suddenly occurred to Tosh that Mr. Thomas was the expected guest for the night and not some big breasted slut. Instead, she was
their
slut. The realization left her dripping wet.

"Now..." Mr. Richard announced, pulling out of the kiss and turning to a very much stunted and aroused Tosh. He gripped the bulge in his friend’s trousers tightly until Mr. Thomas winced. "...I think we should move this to the other room. Tosh, I’ll need you to come with me." He led the way into the kitchen where a number of small crystal bowls were gathered and three champagne glasses with a bottle on ice. The bowls contained various sweets, including whipped cream, strawberries, chocolate sauce and so on.

One by one, he loaded the bowls on the tray, finishing off with a quick wipe of chocolate sauce over both her breasts that had drizzled onto his pinky. Looking nervously at the glasses and bucket, Tosh was relieved when she heard her employer laugh, giving her a warm playful smile and telling her not to fear. He was all easy and warmth, showing her a side to Mr. Richard she hadn’t seen before and hoped she would see more often. Picking up the bucket and glasses, he led the way out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, and she followed him enthusiastically.

Sitting on the bed was Mr. Thomas. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and he had exchanged his jacket for a smoking jacket. He looked more like a 70s playboy or someone’s interpretation of the devil. His pants were proudly tented, and Tosh desperately wanted out of her restraints and relieved of her tray so she could drop to her knees and relieve him of his blood rushing erection.

"I think my little postulant was not expecting you tonight,” Mr. Richard said, climbing onto the bed and sliding up next to his friend. "In fact, I think I might have led her to believe that you were a woman." He broke a smile that told her it hadn't been an accident.

"You dick. You really are one sick bastard when it comes to playing with people’s feelings." Mr. Thomas no doubt was surprised by his friend’s actions and was more besting a title on him rather than berating him. How many times had these two taken a woman for their plaything, and why did it bother her so much?

Snapping his fingers, Mr. Richard gave Tosh a wave, and she instinctively followed, trying to balance her way to his side of the bed. Bringing a finger to his lips, he told her to keep silent while he gave his finger a dip in the chocolate sauce and turned to his partner to lick it off. Mr. Thomas never gave any indication that he enjoyed his own sex. In fact, Tosh had been certain that he had been hitting on her. But now, watching how he licked the finger clean and shifted to give Mr. Richard an easier time of releasing his hard cock of the confines of his cloths, she had no doubt that this was not a first encounter for them. They knew each other like lovers, but no matter how they touched each other, both their eyes were glued to the maid.

"Should I even ask if you have properly trained her?" Mr. Thomas asked with a quirked brow that seemed all too knowing for what was in store.

How often had they taken a woman over a sexual threshold, and should she ignore the twinge of jealousy she was feeling? This was everything she had believed to be taboo. So why was her body humming in betrayal? Watching Mr. Richard caress Mr. Thomas' cock with ease and familiarity felt natural. All of this felt natural.

"Tosh?" She didn't know if it had been the first or fifth time he had called her name. Hiding behind her blush, Tosh followed Mr. Richard’s snap and did her best to kneel on his side of the bed. "No, my love, you have the right instincts, but the wrong destination." He chuckled, reaching over to release the tray from under her breasts and set the dessert spread on the nightstand to pull her easily across his lap.

Tosh resembled a fish out of water. Legs and arms singed together, she couldn’t manipulate her own body and was left humbled in the most inconvenient of places. Fearing that she would never be able to stand up from Mr. Richard’s lap, she began to squirm, only earning herself a quick swat on the rear.

“Behave." Stroking her stinging ass, his free hand made a squeak running over her tightly wrapped and polished body...then Mr. Thomas reached over and began to run his fingers through her fallen hair. Her confinement no longer felt like a punishment, but more like a reward. She had been dressed and prepped so they could use her for all their pleasures and to give to her in return. Their fingers worshiped her, and she submitted to their touch.

"So I see that her serving skills still need a bit of work, but how is her cleaning?"

She couldn’t see anything from how she lay, but she could imagine Mr. Thomas' wicked brow arched. If she did choose to raise a protest, it would be with this subject. Mr. Richard failed to mention how well she had scrubbed the spare bathroom and polished the tub...not to mention changed the sheets to the crimson cotton that she now realized had been intended for Mr. Thomas.

"There’s always room for improvement."

Unable to contain her distain to his criticism, she kicked and wiggled her ass to perfection for his perusal. She didn’t know what her romp over his already hard cock did to Richard, or how much he enjoyed watching the two perfectly round globes wiggle. Biting back his laughter, he began to turn red, and Thomas watched his struggle with delight. She was everything he had been looking for and hoped she would be when he had first seen her all those months ago. He had gone to the local city college campus to meet up with an old friend who had just started a new teaching position. Crossing the quad, he was instantly drawn to Tosh and her sparkling hair that billowed like clouds over her shoulders. She was a vision reading the popular BDSM Fairy tale spinoff that had once inspired him to his life of a Dom.

With luck and a couple of favors including free passes to his club, it didn’t take long for Richard to learn her name and story. The more he learned, the more he had to know her. Richard had never been compelled into the role of stalker, but that was growing from a simple entreaty into addiction very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to dream up his plan of planting a faux flyer for a job at the club. Perhaps it wasn't honest, and never had he watched a plan play out as he had dreamed without missing a beat. The only part in all of this was how quickly she had submitted to him...and how quickly he was falling for her.

"Perhaps a little dusting would be called for?"

"Richard?"

"Richard?"

Thomas' voice worked to break through Richard’s memories and guilt. Looking at his friend, he saw knowing eyes look back at him. Damn! When had he become such an open book? He was The Master! The Boss! He wasn’t one to struggle in his role, or to be constricted in guilt for a small deception toward Tosh.

"Maybe she isn't ready for any more this night." Guilt choking him, Richard tried to retreat.

"What?" Came a gasp from under the tangled mess of brown locks. Stopping now was a disappointment to her. Was it possible that he hadn’t misjudged his postulant and that she was probably his mate after all?

SMACK'! His hand came down on her rear with another hard thwack.

"You don’t like that idea, do you?" He rubbed his hand in circles, long forgetting Thomas' dripping erection. "Perhaps it would do well to see that our new maid works on her dusting and domestic skills? But first, I think you need some tending to my friend."

Running a finger from base to tip, Richard displayed his friend for her and drew her lips to his cock. She didn’t hesitate or show any restraint. Swallowing Thomas down all the way to the back of her throat, Thomas almost came in that instant. She had lips that could suck a fire hose dry, and Richard had the beautiful view, watching her take his dearest friend in. She was stunning.

Reaching into the drawer of his bed stand, he almost regretted breaking her concentration, but it was time to begin to prepare her for the two of them. This night she was going to have a taste of all the wonderful things he could bring to her. Starting now with his custom-made duster...lubed for her pleasure.

Feeding the rubber handle of the feather duster through the laces, he licked it between her cheeks with a swipe, making Tosh jump up. He lifted her head away from Thomas and two protests sounded as Richard tried to ease Tosh into it...or rather ease the plug into Tosh.

"Hush, my postulant. This won’t hurt you, but I must prepare you. Trust me when I say what you’re about to feel is a minor discomfort." Leaning over, he kissed behind her ear and nipped at the back of her neck, melting her protests. Brown curls fell over when she dropped her head in defeat and tried her best to relax. Cooing and purring his way in, it didn’t take long until Tosh had a feather tail protruding through the laces at the back of her skirt. Loosening the bonds behind her back up to her elbow, he admired how she was an elegant living artwork.

"Now," he instructed. "I think the time has come for you to see what you can do about all of the dust in this room." Holding tightly to her shoulders, he helped Tosh stand, and then he followed her off the bed to help her gain her balance and adjust the duster properly to give it the most comfortable angle.

Gulping down a lump of fear, Tosh tried to see through blurry vision. She was so consumed with lust and fear that her mind couldn’t focus long enough to put one foot in front of the other. Her arms no longer felt confined, but rather embraced and the skirt held her knees in tight like an embrace. The duster and laced outfit felt like a lover’s embrace.

The nearest piece of furniture was a mahogany console that was the perfect height for what she was about to do. Could this be possible and could she follow through with all of this?

Shuffling across the room, the console was closer than it originally appeared, but it was the vision of the two of them on the bed, legs stretched out in front of them and hand gripping each other’s rock hard rods that was going to knock her off balance. They were a vision both breezed in black and reds, sitting on the crimson bedding, open about their desires and reminding her that it was what she did that inspired their lust. Doing her best not to disappoint, Tosh tried to bend at her knees into a sitting position. The duster gripped tightly in her ass, burning just a bit when she finally reached the console. It didn’t take long until her hips began to move with more grace, and she began to envision herself as an erotic French maid, eager to clean and serve.

"Comfortable?" Mr. Richard asked.

Looking up from the floor, Tosh was greeted with the most electrifying, arousing sight she had ever seen. Mr. Richards’s dark eyes watched her...reaching into her and stroking her arousal from the inside out. Mr. Thomas was distracted from all of this lying across Mr. Richard’s lap and sucking her employer’s cock into his mouth. Realizing that the lustful look in his eyes that were sucking her arousal from across the room was more for the well-trained mouth. Never would she have imagined that the friendly and masculine man who interviewed her would so enthusiastically suck down his friend’s erection.

"Tosh?" Mr. Richard’s deep voice was a bit raspy. "Turn around and open the box that is to your right...please!" His moans were getting louder and growing. If someone didn't touch her soon, she was going to melt the dildo handle that she was clutching tight inside of her.