Maid For His Submission (9 page)

"Deep down I always knew that what you asked me to do was not part of the job, but you’ve become an addiction to me. All of those things you made me do—clothed and unclothed—were beyond my control to refuse. This has all seemed so natural to me that—"

He stopped her with a kiss. Gentle and tender, they exchanged an intimacy of their own vulnerable hearts. Shuddering under the simple loving touch of his hand pressed firmly on the center of her back, Tosh felt her insides burn for more. Feeling the sensual swipe of his tongue across the seam of her lips, Tosh parted them and opened up to him for a deeper and over powering kiss.

Hands free from restraints, Tosh took her chance to roam over his body as she had dreamed of. Gripping firmly onto his biceps for balance, she felt his muscles flex under her grip. He was strong, broad and just what she would imagine her dream lover to be. She needed more now. Bringing her hands over his shoulders, she made a trail down his chest, darting under his charcoal coat. Crisp and clean, his linen button-up crinkled under her touch.

“What do you want?” Sincerity breathed from his words and in that moment, Tosh realized he was trying to make love to her.

Boldly, Tosh pushed her hands up under his suit coat and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms. In her attempt to undress him, she forced Richard to abandon her body, but she made quick work of his coat and smiled to see his formal gray silk suspenders in lieu of a traditional belt. Biting her lower lip, Tosh smiled up at him in amazement at how he could make suspenders look sexy.

Looking down into her eyes, he gave her a playful wicked grin and snapped one suspender with his right hand.

“A belt would make me think of you, and I like to keep my mind on business when I’m at the office or else I’ll get nothing done.”

“Does that mean you have no plans of tying me up with suspenders?” Playfully, she flashed him her doe eyes with a pouty frown of disappointment that washed away the moment he leaned forward and kissed her nose as he pulled the suspenders off his shoulders one at a time.

“My wicked Tosh,” he whispered with pride before kissing her again.

“Whatever happened to postulant?”

Reaching behind his back, he pulled both his button-up and undershirt over his head and dropped them haphazardly on the floor before pulling her back into his arms and kissing her deeply.

“Not tonight,” he whispered into her ear. “Tonight I want only Tosh in my bed.” His words hit their mark and left her weak in his arms.

Lifting Tosh, he carried her down the hall with ease, focusing on her hungry lips. Never showing any sign of weakening, he kicked the bedroom door open and went directly to his freshly made bed. Corners pulled and tucked tight and bedding smooth with pillows properly stacked in position, as he liked, he never gave a thought to any of it, laying her down still fully clothed and waiting for him.

The tight pull of the bedding and sheets over his firm mattress felt like a trampoline under her, bouncing mildly until his added weight steadied her. Leaning on a knee into the giving mattress, Richard began to silently remove her shoes one at a time, followed by her sports socks. He had been so dapper and polished and here she was dressed in casual lounge attire. Tosh blushed in embarrassment for being so underdressed, but it made no difference to him since she would soon be undressed. He crawled up her outer thigh and up to her waist. Anticipation was going to drive her mad, but he finally relieved her of her pants, leaving her purple Lycra briefs on.

“I didn’t know you were capable of doing this,” she stated, chirping out a giggle when his lips softly kissed up her inner thigh.

“Doing what?” He grinned, pulling her cotton top up just high enough to expose her navel.

“Of making love to a woman.” It was a bold statement, but he made her feel empowered.

Looking up at her, he met her eyes with a charming shimmer she hadn’t seen before. Tosh was crossing a new bridge with her ‘Master’ that she felt disarmed, but excited to explore. He never said a word, but in the shimmer she could read so much in him and for the first time, she saw pure happiness.

Sitting her up, he pulled her top over her head and released her hair from the ponytail tie before laying her back down and fanning her hair out on the pillow. Combing her wavy strands with his fingers, Tosh was feeling adored under his attention and prayed it wouldn’t stop.

Dressed only in her bra and briefs, she felt more naked and exposed than if he had stripped her completely. He kissed the top of her breast, easing her tension to relax under him. When he pulled her bra down to release one breast from the cup, he branded her with his hot mouth, sucking her erect nipple into his mouth. The first wave of pleasure rushed through her, and Tosh let out a moan, curling her toes and holding his head to her. He was gentle and tender and loving in his attention, and Tosh closed her eyes, praying that when she opened them again she wouldn’t be waking up to find him gone.

When he finally unhooked the back of her bra and removed the practical garment from her sensual body, she didn’t feel exposed or naked, but adored and loved. Pulling her briefs down her legs slowly, he smiled when her knees locked together and made no move to correct her instinct. Instead, he leaned over and kissed each knee, massaging her legs with his massive, strong hand. Tosh felt the tension in her legs fall away, and once again she was soft and at ease.

Shifting under her, the bed bounced back up when he stood up before her and leaned over to retrieve a foil packet from his bedside drawer, setting it onto of the nightstand. Rolling his shoulders back, he never took his eyes off Tosh, locking her gaze to his. She licked her lips in anticipation when he unhooked the top of his slacks and slowly unzipped the front, letting the front of his slacks fall open. He stood there with a confidence making every action a calculated move for her seduction. When he finally let his slacks fall to the floor, he ignored the expensive clothing, dropping his tight fitted black cotton boxers, displaying his proud erection for her and kneeling back onto the bed and between her thighs.

Laying down over her, he kept himself pressed up on his elbows and looked down into her big, brown eyes. Every time he looked at her, he made her feel beautiful. Tosh was the first to close her eyes when he leaned over to claim her lips once again in a consuming kiss. Wrapping his arms around her naked body, he pulled her close to him, and Tosh found her world light up in an explosion of fireworks behind her eyes. When he pulled away long enough to rip the foil packet open and dress his erection, Tosh felt like she was lost in a loving sweet romance and amazed that her ‘Master,’ who was so capable of so much erotic wickedness could be so loving.

Slowly, he slid into her warm sex, letting her wet lips close around him and sending shudders through her body. Quickly they honed in on a smooth ridding rhythm that drove their passions wild. Taking her lips again, he lost all restraint and their smooth pleasurable rhythm burst out of the gate, and he rode her body through waves of pleasure which erupted from her core and out to every limb of her body. Tosh broke from the kiss, crying out his true name, and Richard followed, throwing his head back and giving out one last groan before falling onto her in exhaustion.

It was the first time Tosh had ever known what it truly meant to make love, and that day she felt a small flame ignite deep inside that she feared would one day consume her.

*  *  *

“But there’s a dead body in the window seat!” Cary Grant’s voice invaded Tosh’s sweet dreams with his frantic search for reason.

“Yes, dear…” Now a sweet little old lady appeared.

Tosh was beginning to worry that her dream was running out of room. One moment she was floating on a cloud of sexual delights, swimming through waves of billowing white, and now she was fighting for head-space with Hollywood legends who seemed obsessed with a body. Just when she started to contemplate if she was the body they had been fighting over, Tosh was awakened fully by the foreign sound of Richard’s laughter. She had seen him in many different moods; she had seen him smile, angry, aroused, and almost loving, but she had yet to see him or hear him laugh.

Fluttering open, her eyes flushed quick images of her bare-chested stud sitting over the rumpled sheets in his black cotton pajama bottoms. Keeping her head comfortably nestled on the pillow, Tosh studied how the black and white film lit the muscles in his arms and chest. He looked more like a marble statute come to life with laughter rather than a man. Since watching him take that seductive show the other day, Tosh hadn’t had a chance to study the beauty in his body until now.

Following the rise and fall of his firm chest with every chuckle, she smiled, thinking about how amazing his chest was to touch and kiss. She wanted to touch him and know that he was indeed real and not just part of a series of twisted dreams, but she dare not touch a master without permission. Still naive to this whole BDSM thing, she didn’t know what the rules were. She needed a sampling of his wisdom to guide her through this.

“Well, hello there, sleepyhead.” Looking up, Tosh’s eyes met Richard’s. Feeling the blood warm her cheeks, she instinctively pulled away a bit, but he would have none of that and pulled her into his arms, dragging her over one leg to sit between the two.

Instinctively, Tosh combed her hair with her fingers and quickly wiped her fingers under her eyes, trying to eliminate any lingering makeup. As usual, she had gone to bed without removing her makeup.

“I’m sorry if I woke you, but I couldn’t sleep,” he confessed, and Tosh looked over her shoulder to double check the sincerity of his smile. When his arms wrapped around her to pull her up to his chest, she melted.

“Sorry I fell asleep.” A nervous flutter made her voice twitter. “I should go downstairs.” Tosh rocked to one side, trying to remove herself from the bed, but was stopped instantly by two strong arms.

“I was hoping you’d stay here.” Frozen in his arms, she gulped back her surprise. “At least stay and have some popcorn with me.” He invited her.

The smell of fresh popcorn and melted butter wafted up and warmed her insides with the familiar smell of comfort snack food.

“You made popcorn?” He was full of surprises this night.

Releasing his hold on her, he reached over to the bed stand to pick up a large glass bowl filled with popcorn glistening with melted butter. Tosh’s mouth watered at the buttery/salty treat and waited for him to place the bowl between her legs so they could both enjoy it. The whole picture seemed so normal, yet somehow oddly disturbing. Tosh didn’t know if he was waiting for her to perform some sinfully tasty act and was growing tense in his arms, worried she wasn’t reading his hints correctly.

“Stop over thinking things,” he said with a broken grin and leaned forward to softly kiss her earlobe and whisper, “despite how sexy you are right now I just want to enjoy my favorite movie with my girl.”

My girl.
If he had said anything else that night, Tosh was unaware.

* * *

The following morning only a single pair of shoes echoed along the halls of the sleek and sharp apartment. Polished black leather, square cut at the toe, and with clean smooth soles, stepped with a clip on the reflexive floor, leaving no scuff-marks in their steps. Cuffed at a height only to be described as perfection over the Italian leather shoes was a pair of charcoal black legs falling from an elegant pair of slacks darted with a straight pressed crease which were steamed to perfection.

Stopping beside the kitchen counter, Richard opened his black leather briefcase with a pop, revealing a stock of papers and folders perfectly organized sitting on the sinful red lining inside. Taste was something Richard always took pride in, and his morning routines led him to his Santa Monica office. Until a week ago, Richard would have happily relocated all his work to his office downstairs at the club, but now not even The Odyssey could tempt him from what came crawling to him.

Looking over his shoulder, Richard watched the sensual pale skin of his lover seductively crawl toward him. Her long limbs stepped and stretched under her, bringing her slowly down the hall. Stripped of all her clothing and on her hands and knees, she had followed his morning instruction to the letter, but he had never imagined she would be a masterpiece of sex on his floor. She had a black capped pen with a silver band clenched between her teeth and struggled to keep her back bent with a dip to cradle his car keys. Dry mouthed and sweating over his upper lip, Richard closed his briefcase and stepped to the side, blocking her path, waiting for her.

Two weeks later...

“Good morning, postulant.”

Soft satin sheets slid over her naked thighs, rustling with every turn. Hovering between the plain of sleep and reality, she rolled onto her stomach and pulled a nearby pillow over her head. His morning wakeup call wasn’t welcome this morning and neither was the empty space beside her.

“Time to rise,” smooth velvet tones purred over the bedroom intercom, followed by some loud clapping that he no doubt intended to sound more of a tempting threat rather than the annoying clipping in her sleep deprived head.

“I wish I could be there now to watching you wake up this morning.” He chimed in again over the speaker, and Tosh groaned, realizing this wasn’t coming from his office downstairs, but being phoned in. For two weeks, Richard had transported Tosh into an erotic fantasy, creating a world of sexual and sensual delights and for the first time in these two weeks, he was not going to be present to feed her morning yogurt and strawberries.

“You may not be able to be here, but I’m sure you can see fine,” she answered back, looking up toward the corner of the room where the camera was panning over to follow her movements. Tosh sat up, pulling the discarded sheet over her naked breasts and gave a bright smile to the camera.

“Why playing hard to get?” he chimed in again.

“If you want to see me naked so badly you should hurry home,” she challenged him. “You didn’t even wake me to say goodbye this morning.” Her bottom lip stuck out in a playful pout.

“If you recall I kissed you goodbye…with very satisfying results.” His voice dropped, and she could imagine his eyelid lying heavy as he looked at her.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Tosh pulled the sheets tight around her and slowly stood up. She took only a few steps toward the bathroom before looking over her shoulder and to give him one last seductive come hither look. Wishing he could fly back to her now, she turned her back to him at the door and let the self-made toga fall down, displaying to him her round perky rear.

“You don’t play fair.”

She smiled over her shoulder to the camera and gave him a wink before exiting the bedroom and closing the door behind her, only to open it again to toss the sheet outside the door as a final fire of attack toward him. Privacy in her bathroom had been one stipulation she hadn’t wavered on when Tosh had agreed to move upstairs to his penthouse. The move seemed natural since she spent every waking and sleeping moment there anyway.

Turning on the shower, she turned to look in the mirror while the water heated up. Wisps of hair circled her head in a bed-head halo and her eyes looked blood shot with dark bags under them. Her sexual awareness may have been trained to follow and enjoy every command he made, but there was little left for the important things in life such as sleep. She could never understand how he managed to function on less sleep than her and still look so wickedly delectable all the time.

Pulling the tie from her hair, she dropped it on the granite counter and began to unbraid it. A bit longer than the common hair length, she took pride in her flowing locks and cursed them at the same time from the moment her brush took on battle against the first of many knots. Even braided, she couldn’t escape the inevitable, and at times she thought about how easy life would be if she just cut it off. Knowing how it would upset her Mr. Richard, she would smile to herself in those moments and think of the times he would tie her hair back in a ponytail to give him reigns while he rode her hard. This time with him was the first time she had enjoyed having her hair pulled, but more than that she loved how after they finished, before he fell to the bed beside her, he would kiss the bunch of hair still in his hand before kissing the top of her head in an honorary thank you.

Brushing out the last of the tangles, she smoothed her hair down and climbed into the hot shower. Pelting her from three walls, she let the jets massage her tired body. Tosh loved her new shower and treasured her time in it, standing under the rainfall shower head, and turning up the steam functions with eucalyptus and lemon. Richard had introduced her to a new world of elegance and richness beyond anything she could have imagined, but that was to be expected when you were the willing sex slave to a multi-millionaire.

Letting all the water run on the front of her face, she leaned forward and relaxed in the massaging beads of hot water. Needing and working out all of the knots and kinks in her shoulders, neck, and back she realized she had walked out on him in mid-call. Turning the water off, she flipped her hair back and grabbed a nearby hanging towel. Steam escaped into the bedroom when Tosh opened the bathroom door, and she heard him laughing at her dripping wet mess.

“Forget something.” The speakers could never project the true power in his voice, but if she closed her eyes, she could work hard to fool herself into believing he was here with her.

“Have a safe flight.” Looking up at the camera, she boldly released the towel, letting it fall to the floor, in a pile around her feet.

The camera’s automation was silent, but she could imagine the gears turning as he focused the camera in tight on her. It was all controlled from his laptop. Richard had said, “This way I can always take you with me.” Tosh didn’t know if she should feel loved and protected or creeped out by his stalker instincts.

“Thank you. And I apologize now for not being there to feed you your breakfast, but I’ll make it up to you when I get back in a couple of days.” He truly spoiled her.

“Just another check on a long list of inconveniences I’ll have to live with while you’re gone,” she said with a crooked smile. Bending over to pick up her towel, she heard a couple clicks of his tongue and looked back up at the camera. “Were you really sitting there on your laptop waiting for me to say goodbye?” she asked with a startling revelation.

“I hate to disappoint you, but your room is one of three screens open for viewing right now…and yes, I was hoping you’d return.” Tosh knew that last confession was hard for him, making it all that sweeter. “Now I must ask for a proper goodbye.”

“I’d kiss you, but you left while I was sleeping.” She knew full well that if he had been there she would have been stretched over his lap, presented for a proper spanking for that and this made her miss him all the more.

“I would address your witty tongue now, but they just called boarding for my flight. Instead, I’ll leave the application of the punishment to you and expect evidence to be texted to me later. Tosh cringed at his instruction. “I left a box for you on my bed and after you have showered and properly prepared for the day, I’ll expect you to follow the instructions I left inside.”

The sounds of a muffled announcement rang in the background, and Tosh heard him give an exasperated exhale. Richard didn’t like to be rushed, and it pleased her to know he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her just yet. Dropping her head down, she looked up through half closed eyelids and gave him a sweet smile. Slowly, she wrapped one arm over her naked breasts and the other fell between her legs. Tosh was cruel to tease, but she wanted to make sure he didn’t forget her while he was away.

“Tosh? What are you doing?” His voice fell flat, and she could hear the microphone pick up his quickening breath.

“I just wanted to say Bon Voyage.” Innocence isn’t an easy persona to pull off when you’re groping your own nakedness, but she tried.

“Tosh, I’m not sailing, I’m flying.” He corrected her.

“What’s the difference when you’re leaving me either way?” She pouted and slowly moved her arm over her breasts until they spilled over and she held them up for the camera.

There was a brief rustling and then the airport noise went away. Tosh knew he had put on his Bluetooth ear piece and she had gotten his attention.

“Kneel,” he commanded, and Tosh didn’t hesitate to fall to the floor. Blood rushed to her face and her heart sped up in anticipation as she kneeled and waited for his next command.

“Pinch your clit with your right hand,” he instructed, never hesitating in his instructions and saying every word with confidence.

Tosh did as she was told, releasing her breasts and dropping her right hand to replace her left. Taking the sensitive nub between her fingers, she pinched it hard. Tosh’s fingers grew wet instantly, and she could feel the fine hairs on her arms rise. Tosh was on the verge of a climax in less than a minute.

“Good girl. I’m pleased.” He paused for what could either be dramatic effect or to simply control his own desires while he sat in public. “Now, with you other hand pinch your left nipple hard, pulling it out for me so I can see it stand out.”

Tosh’s hands shook from the simple rush of desire that his voice poured over her. As the first wave washed over her, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back. Tosh imagined that it was his fingers caressing and torturing her.

“Do not come yet,” he commanded, forcing Tosh to close her knees on her hand, trying to fight off the next wave of pleasure. “You come for my pleasure.”

Biting her lip to fight off the moan that was building up inside her, Tosh was shaking from her need. Rolling the pads of her fingers up, she pinched her nipple with her nails, trying to keep her desires under control, but there was no controlling what her body wanted.

“Biting her lip to fight off the moan that was building up inside her, Tosh was shaking from her need. Rolling the pads of her fingers up, she pinched her nipple with her nails, trying to keep her desires under control, but there was no controlling what her body wanted.

“Lick your nipple for me,” he asked softly. His voice had dropped to a low growl that added another jolt to her throbbing sex.

Releasing her red and popped out nipple, she cupped the underside of her breast. It didn’t matter the difficulty of what he asked, but rather his delight in watching her. Since the first time she had performed the feat in person for him, he had asked it of her every day for the last two weeks. Extending her tongue, she slowly licked the top of her breast, savoring the smooth, soft skin still damp from her quick shower. She had washed away his scent from her skin, but it still lingered in the room and when she closed her eyes, she imagined he was in the room now. He appeared before her dressed in his traditional black suit with discarded tie, open collar, and in his right hand he was gripping her favorite riding crop with the leather heart stitched on the switch of the tip. His dress down from the office, with props in hand always made her weak and eager to crawl to him.

“Suck in the nipple.” Breaking through to her fantasy, she imagined him leaning against the doorway while she first circled the sensitive tip with her tongue before stretching her breast up. She had to release her wet sex to use both hands, lifting her breast up and suck what she could into her mouth. The feat was something men fantasized about, but never understood the difficulty involved.

A low growl floated down from the speaker, and Tosh felt it hum over her skin. Then came a shuffling sound and a frustrated curse. Tosh knew this wasn’t sounding good for her rising tension.

“Damn!” He sounded upset. “Postulant, you have no idea how beautiful you are now and how much I want to continue, but they’re holding the flight for me and they’re threatening to leave without me. I leave you with my final instruction.” His quick change was cold water on her rising heat. “I left something for you in your shower on the top shelf. I want you to first see to its proper application before you continue with the rest of your shower, and I’ll call you once we land in New York.”

“I’ll miss you,” she rushed out, but there was a click in the line half way through, and she wondered if he heard her.

Slowly standing, she kept her thighs clutched tight together and enjoyed the feeling of her own juices spreading between her thighs. Turning the water on once again, Tosh climbed into the high tech shower and tapped on the wall panel her chosen program for the steam, 180 degree wall jets and the rainfall shower head. It almost took a masters in engineering to take a shower in Richard’s penthouse. Feeling the hot water once again begin to wash away her night with Richard, she could hear her playlist from the inlaid speakers start to sing out, helping to bring her thoughts into focus. When she reached out for her sponge, she remembered his last instructions and for the first time in a few days she had thought of ignoring them and moving along with her shower, but why avoid it when he had designed it for her own pleasure?

She turned around in the shower and looked up at the top shelf, almost out of arm’s reach. Blindly fingering around on the wet teak, she waited until her fingers found it. Knowing full well what it was he had left behind for her, she felt around eagerly until she tapped the smallest of the rubber balls. Gripping in her hand, she pulled the six-inch long runner toy that Tosh had come to enjoy so much. Long and skinny, it had a series of beads lined in progression of size and molded in a flexible rubber line with a large ring at the end.

Holding the magic wand in her hand, Tosh began to salivate, knowing what this little piece of rubber could do to her with so little effort. Reaching for her body wash, she drizzled a thin line of soap over the beads and rubbed it into a good sudsy lather. It felt so good to touch her new friend.

“This will quickly change your entire opinion of what pleasures you can receive from your luscious rear.”