Maid For His Submission (7 page)

Dipping at her knees, she reached the box, only to be stopped by his voice that hadn’t lost its command over her senses in his weekend lustful state.

"No!" Closing his eyes, Mr. Richard swallowed back the impending climax that he had been running from. "Straighten your legs and bend low. I want to see that lovely tail.”

Tail brought on a whole other meaning to her this night.

Cold air swept over her very wet and exposed lips. Shockwaves of pleasure circled around her heated core and pulsed through her body, curling her toes and fluttering her eyes. The restraints gave only a couple inches gap between her elbows, keeping her hands from extending beyond her breasts. She stretched and reached out, bringing her head down low so she could lift the lid with her shaking fingertips. The earthy grain of the heavy wood lid felt warm, but almost too heavy for her fingertips to lift. Crying with a creak the box opened to reveal a pair of glittering rings on a bed of red velvet. They were the same size as what she had worn earlier that day, but decorated with a few more stones and linked together with a chain. These would be another step in her lessons.

The room fell silent as Tosh looked at the torture adornments. Ringing with a chorus of senses, she stretched out a finger to touch and trace the cold metal. They were beautiful, and Tosh had only one thing on her mind. What would it feel like to wear them and how would she get them on?

"They call out to you?" The deep dark voice breathed over her shoulder. "Don't they?"

His smooth hand wrapped around her belly first, releasing her arms from bondage before gripping the hook and eyes at the base of her corset. Pop after pop, he worked his way up, releasing her from the Patten leather second skin. Tosh's breath hitched when the corset fell to the floor and a warm tongue ran over the red indentations of stitches left over her sweaty flesh. Next came the laced-up skirt. Thomas pulled the top crisscross of laces until the duster was free to sit imbedded on its own, and he pulled the rest of the skirt down, freeing her of the last bit of clothing. She melted back into Mr. Richard's chest, while Thomas licked her sensitive nipples like a scoop of melting ice cream.

"Your skin is ambrosia," Mr. Thomas purred, licking and nipping at her.

Overcome with need, Tosh closed her eyes, trying to fight the tremble that coursed through her body. Mr. Richard kneaded and squeezed her breast with his very large and strong hands. Her cunt began to weep and drip from his touch. Pulling her head back to rest on his shoulder, Mr. Richard kissed the top of her head as he began to pinch and pull on her puckered and sensitive nipples.

"So responsive." Reaching down, Mr. Richard drove two fingers into her dripping cunt. "Mmm. Warm and wet. You’re a treasure."

Shamed by the wetness, Tosh turned her head and tried to hide her face in his neck, only to have a strong hand grip her chin to turn her face back to them. She could smell her own salty juices on his fingers and her mouth watered for a taste.

"Open." His hushed voice retained its strength, and Tosh complied.

Glossing Tosh's lips with her salty essence, she lapped at his fingers with her tongue before drawing them in, sucking his digits clean. Mr. Richard’s breath stuttered, feeling her sensuous mouth wet and warm.

”You should never feel shame for what I make you feel. You’re mine and you should take pride in what we will be." Her eyes opened suddenly and caught his with panic. Richard knew he had pressed too hard too quickly.

Damn! ‘
What was she?
She is still a fucking novice? Pull it together man!
He shouted in his head. If things didn’t cool down soon he would be losing it.
She’s only another sub I want to play with,
he told himself, but Richard knew it was just a lie he kept trying to feed himself and that she was much more.

"Enough!" Sounding a little more commanding than he had hoped to be, Richard received the results he needed.

Frozen in place, she struggled, turning her head to face him with her eyes matching his from the top of her head. Tosh's mouth went limp, no doubt from fear of her new master. The hurt and fear he saw in her face reminded Richard that she still needed his guidance in his dominance. First, he needed to gain control of himself and give her what she needed and craved...he owed it to her.

Grasping her chin in his hand, he turned her face away from him, exposing her lovely creamy neck. Biting down at the junction of her neck, he sucked her flesh until goosebumps rose up on her arms and her breasts rounded in her desire. He was an animal possessed by his instincts in claiming his mate and without hesitation, she submitted under him. Grasping her around the waist, Richard held Tosh up to keep the weight off of her shaky legs close to him.

"I think the time has come for your little maid to dress up." Thomas smirked at Richard. They needed no other words between them, this was an old game for Thomas and he knew the script, but Richard was playing with a new cast...one that had a leading lady and not another submissive easily forgotten.

Thomas turned his back to them, and Richard took his chance. He didn't want this to be some hot n' heavy night, but so much more.

“Tosh," he whispered. Turning her head to face him, she was stopped by a gentle tug of his hand on the side of her face, keeping her turned away from him. "Do you trust me?" He cursed himself for the desperation in his voice.

Licking her dry lips, she breathed out the word "Yes."

"Can I trust you to tell me to stop?" he urged on. This woke her up a little bit. Tosh turned her head and raised her eyes to catch his. For the second time this night there was the look of fear in her face, and Richard began to question if this was worth it even if she walked away resenting him.

He turned her around to meet her face to face.

"I cannot stress this enough." His voice was deep but not as commanding as before. He was split between his roles of Dominate and loving...lover? "If you’re afraid that we go too far you must tell us. Do you understand?" She nodded her head, but that wasn't good enough for him. "Do you understand?" Richard stressed once again.

"Yes." The word was just as weak as she felt, but it was enough to satisfy him.

Brushing her hair down with his hand, Richard took a deep breath so he could get through the needed instruction. He and Thomas had faced this same scenario a number of times and never had he found himself choking on his own words. She could undo him with one look and now was no exception.

"If you feel like you can't go on, you must say the word. Do you understand?" Hearing those words made him think of her big brown eyes looking at him that first day months ago. She may not recall that chance encounter, but it changed his life. “This is an exchange of trust on both of us and it will not be taken lightly.” Pulling her into his arms, his lips found hers and they were locked in a heated embrace. Richard couldn't remember the last time he needed someone so desperately or if ever. He would willingly share her with his closest friend as long as it was defined that she was his...and after tonight he was going to make sure she understood that.

Pulling away from her, he turned Tosh around to face a very passionate Mr. Thomas, who had a glint in his eyes, which were lit up from his grin while holding a ring in each hand. Suddenly they didn't look so menacing, and Tosh was all the more intrigued than intimidated with what they intended to do. Already her body was pulsating with the electrical attraction that bounced off the three of them. Every time Mr. Richard touched her, she was certain that she would be launched through the ceiling by the energy that passed from him.

Up until now, all Tosh had known was one position that her ex-boyfriend tried to master and missionary was never much to ring her bell for. But then again he never did much of ringing her bells to begin with. Going from sub-zero with her ex to Fahrenheit 451 with her new employer and lover was sending her world into a spiral. Dorothy and Alice never felt this lost and out of control.

Perhaps she would benefit with practicing the theory of "don't shit where you eat," but this job had benefits she couldn’t resist. Tosh knew she was falling quickly for her boss and that a man like Mr. Richard would never be the safe type to settle down, but she was tired of living life safely. So what if he came with a safe word and a breathtakingly handsome “friend?” She liked this package in a whole.

Taking a deep reassuring breath, Tosh tried to roll her shoulders back, but was stopped by Mr. Richard’s hands. Grasping her hair at the neck, he pushed down, not cruelly, but sternly forcing her head to tilt down and pressing her chin into her chest. Time suddenly slowed to a crawl as she watched Mr. Thomas bring her nipples to life with the help of Mr. Richard’s free hand. They pinched, pulled, tugged, and slapped them away until her nipples pebbled out in a proud 'Hello,' and Mr. Thomas snapped the first ring into place. It pinched her like the clip on earrings that her grandma used to wear, but the cool metal did something else against her heated flesh. The sensations were too much and just when she was about to say the word, Mr. Thomas snapped on the second ring and her pussy was flooded with her sweet honey, forcing her to cry out, which was beyond her control. This had possibly been the first orgasm of her life, and she had remained empty of any cock? How was this possible and was she wrong for wanting more?

Kneeling down in front of her, Mr. Thomas took a deep whiff of her mound and licked his lips. "She smells good enough to eat, and I’m a starving man."

Over her shoulder, Tosh could feel Mr. Richard nod his approval before Mr. Thomas made no short work, delving into her, tongue first. She was reclining against her dominant employer and suddenly she could feel the duster dig deeper as she ground her backside into him. The assaults being played on her body were beyond any mental capacity, and Tosh was going to go mad from pleasure.

Circling Tosh in his arms, she tried to relax in Mr. Richard’s embrace, only to be awakened from the seductive cocoon she was slipping into. The painful pinch on her nipples was suddenly tugged down under the weight of the chain that now draped between her very erect nipples. Looking down she was at a loss to realize that this was her body she now looked at...this was her being mastered.

This all seemed a fantasy to her. How could this be real? How could she be one of those women? How could she be betrayed by her own body in such a lustful degree and yet feel complete?

"No more," she moaned, liking her lips, then sucking her tongue back in. "No more." Closing her eyes, Tosh suddenly felt drained of any energy, unable to fight or resist whatever the two masters might inflict on her, but her words had frozen Mr. Richard. Stiff and still, he suddenly emitted no sexual dominance.

"Tosh?" His voice was direct, but not harsh. "Tosh? Answer me."

"Yes?" She couldn’t focus on her own muscles and found that speech was nearly impossible.

"If you truly wish us to stop, then you know the word you must say.” Nodding her head, she was clawing her way out of the fuzziness into a more lighted conscious. "Unless you say the word I will continue, and Mr. Thomas and I have much, much..." Softening his touch once more, he leaned down and began to trail a line of warm kisses on her very exposed neck. "...more planned." Giving the chain a gentle tug, Tosh's moans erupted involuntarily.

"And Tosh?" He added on.

"Yes." Her voice was weakened, and she tensed in his arms as Mr. Thomas continued his assault on her cunt.

"I’m not Mr. Richard when you’re about to suck my cock," he instructed.

Perked up a bit, Tosh thought that possibly this step from maid to love slave was more like a cliff dive than a simple step.

"When we’re engaged together you may call me Master." The title was crisp from his lips, punctuated with a bite on her ear lobe.

"Master?" Testing the title she felt a little rush of excitement. Tosh was on fire for this man, and she still didn’t know his first name, nor did it appear that she would in the near future.

"Now, unless you have anything else to say, I think we had best move along."

"Ahh." Pulsating from her core out, she exploded when Mr. Richard twisted the duster back and forth until he at last pulled it free with a 'pop.' Her legs gave way, and he caught her by the waist.

"Careful, my sweet."

Easing her down to the floor, Mr. Thomas was ready to greet her. His face glistening from her honey with a grin that stretched ear to ear. Surrendering to her craving, she leaned forward and slowly licked his wet chin. His hard jaw was smooth, and he smelled of fresh linen and the ocean.

Digging his fingers into her hair, Mr. Richard guided her with a firm hand while Mr. Thomas abandoned her on the floor, rising up onto his feet and crossing the room, out of her line of sight.

"Eyes on me." Her quim clenched in response to his deep voice. Tosh tried to squeeze her thighs together, to try and relieve some of the need that was burning in her. "No cheating, young lady." Nudging his foot between her knees, he forced her thighs apart.

Parting her lips for a plea, she was stopped with the earthy smell of leather as Mr. Thomas wrapped a collar around her neck, buckling it beneath her hairline. The collar was heavy and jingled from four rings strategically placed with a larger fifth ring centered at her throat. Latching a long leather strap to the larger ring and passing it up to Mr. Richard’s free hand. Never had anything felt so invading yet so right for her.