Maid For His Submission (8 page)

"Don’t forget to breathe,” Mr. Thomas whispered in her ear before licking the column of her neck in one fluid stroke.

Pulling on the chain that weighted her very tender nipples, he clipped them to the leash, and Mr. Richard playfully gave it a little tug, pulling both her neck and breast to attention. Her body throbbed from the power he had over her and suddenly there was no longer the need for words to communicate when all it took was a gentle dominant tug of her leash for her to obediently take his full length into her mouth. Inch by hard inch he was long and dripping, filling her mouth with the salty flavor of his sex. Loosing herself in the ecstasy of his taste, she closed her eyes and studied every pulsing vein and delicious curve of his cock. He was a masterpiece in her mouth.

"Eyes on me." Deep and commanding, his voice was barely above a whisper, but left her wet from his strength. Tosh was no longer horny for this man, she was nearly out of her mind, delirious with a need for him. Dark chocolate eyes smiled back at her. "You’re so beautiful,” he told her, holding her leash in one hand and gently touching her cheek with his other. His touch was delicate and loving. "Don't forget to breathe.” Came that same odd instruction. First from Mr. Thomas and now from her dark master.

Oh my God!
She screamed in her mind when Mr. Thomas laid down on his back beside her and then proceeded to lift her up by her knees and settle her over his face where he could begin to devour her sopping wet sex. Erupting like the San Andreas Fault, her body was shaking from the heavy wave of her climax. Pulling tightly onto her leash, her poor sore nipples added yet another pulsing wave through her body, driving her for more and more, bringing her mouth in full force to attach to his member. She sucked with a raging need. No longer able to think beyond her animalistic need for his seed, Tosh didn’t relent even when her leash was pulled tight, nearly choking her. Nothing was going to take her away from what her body craved.

"Tosh...Tosh..." His words were lost in his panting breath. Wrapping her leash in his hand until his fist was against her neck, he gave her one last tug before calling out her name a final time, releasing himself and flooding her beautiful mouth with his salty ecstasy.

They were a heaving pile of flesh, collapsed over each other on the floor. Thomas was curled up to her back, while Richard cradled her head under his chin holding her chest tightly to him. Her panting breath matching his palpitating heart, it was all harmonic. Kissing the top of her head, he nuzzled her locks.

"Did you have a nice rest?" She felt so soft in his arms, he struggled with himself to let her go. This was the peace he had always dreamed of. This was the unity he had been craving.

"Mmm. Nothing has ever felt better," she purred. Her hands now unbound were running over his chest, her long fingers curling in his thick patch of chest hair.

Looking over her head, his eyes met Thomas and without word or flinch they could read each other well. The warning look he gave reminded Thomas once more how special this woman was to him and that what they were sharing was more than a simple fuck and that she was more than another submissive pussy with legs.

A nod stopped his friend’s protests, and Thomas was up, readying the apparatus. Despite his unwillingness, his hard on was guiding the way. Always a focal point. Richard watched with eagerness as Thomas quietly released the ropes from the corner of the room and guided them toward the center of the room. There were five in all with various widths and two were velvet lined. All in all...just to see his lover and friend standing beside them was almost enough to make Richard cum...almost.

Tilting his head down to Tosh, Richard’s sparkling grin was menacing, and he no longer feared her fleeing in terror from what might come and what she had been obviously suppressing. His lioness was a fireball of passion with no sign of burning out. She had passed his introductions and now was time for her final test.

Sitting up on his knees, Richard scooped Tosh up in his arms, lifting her up from the floor and to a very passionate Thomas standing guard and ready with the apparatus in hand.

"What’s happening?” Her weak sleep filled voice disturbed the silence.

"Shh." He corrected her. "You must only speak when you’ve been given permission,” he instructed her gently. Fearing that he was rushing things in his command, he looked her over to make sure that despite her sleepiness, Tosh was in her right mind.

When had he started to question his own dominance? Why would he give his new submissive such power over him, when would he tell her that she was indeed his?

Her curves and mound rubbed over every exposed inch of his flesh as he lowered her onto her feet to stand alone on the floor. Still clothed in pants with a gapping fly, Richard’s chest glowed with a tan with a sprinkling of dark curls. Her eyes were drunk with lust when she saw him, only filling him with alpha pride.

"Take in your fill now."

Comprehension was slow, but frightening when she came to light right before Thomas pulled the blindfold over her eyes. Instinctively she reached up to stop him, but Richard was there to catch her hands and wrapped them in a silk rope, suspending from the ceiling. Her fight was little and soon surrendered.

"Do you remember the word?"

A crease in her brow told him that she was afraid of the word and what it meant.

"You needn't say it." He smirked. "A simple yes or no will suffice."

Nodding in anticipation, she finally told him a defined yes. Licking her lips, he rewarded her with a deep penetrating kiss. Their tongues wrapped over themselves, fighting for the closest and tightest link. There were no flowers or chocolates to this kiss; it was all heated passion and sex in its most basic and earthly form.

Then, just as quickly as it began, he ripped his lips away from her and her hands were thrust over her head, pulled tight by the velvet rope that bound her wrists. Thomas wrapped another end line to one of her ankles and sent her leg up in the air when he pulled another line. Her hands and foot were now above her head and her chest was presented out in a glorious display. She was a goddess offering, ready to sacrifice.

Palming one breast in hand, Richard walked around his obsession, pinching and kneading her red tender and very erect nipple. A cry escaped her lips, and she was answered with a quick swat to one butt cheek that awakened an all new array of senses while a blush darkened her face. She was still so innocent but so eager that he couldn't wait any longer, she was driving him to the brink of madness.

Nodding to Thomas, his friend released him from the confines of his pants. Giving his very erect cock a few quick strokes before rolling on the condom, Richard leaned his head back to allow Thomas a few kisses and nips of him. As lovers, they had almost killed each other, but as friends they were a sexually charged team able to bring any woman's most secret and darkest fantasy to life...only Tosh was not just any woman.

Heated from her blindfold, Tosh was falling into an abyss of passion, her skin was on fire and her senses were alive. Giving up her fight for control had been the easy part, but surrendering into an unending bout of pleasure was beyond her capability. Dripping wet, her pussy was aching for something more than the teasing release of Mr. Thomas' tongue. She needed her master’s cock, and she was about to go mad waiting for it. Strong hands now possessed her, and she was tied up like a side of meat unable to defend herself or return her part in all of this play. She was left to their mastering.

"Tosh," his velvet voice whispered into her ear and his breath washed over her hot skin. "It’s ten pm and you’re off the clock."

Slamming into her, balls deep, she gasped from his force. Her leg stretched up along her torso, opening her up for him to bang her harder, faster, and deeper than any man had ever gone. Her insides were ablaze with her crescendo of a climax throbbing through her body, and he was not much farther behind. Mr. Richard was no longer just her boss and Master, he was a sexual god, and now she was his offering.

Dawn came too soon. Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the half closed blinds and shot at Tosh's eyes like arrows, blinding her. Rolling over to face the shadowed corner, she found herself minus two. The bedding was rumpled and telling dips in the sheet told of the trio’s night before.

On the side table with a day worn pair of sweats and top that he had so carefully removed from her the night before, Tosh found a note addressed to her.

Postulant,

There’s fresh coffee awaiting you after you have taken a nice hot shower. It pains me that I’m not there this morning to watch you wake but duty calls. With luck, I shall be there to help rinse the soap off your back, but until then enjoy your morning. When I return we have much to discuss.

Your master

Folding the note back, she lifted her clothes, replaced the note on the table and turned to the bathroom that she had been summoned to. There was a peace to the scene he now presented her, and Tosh floated to the bathroom and melted away into the hot shower. Soon after, she was freshly dried, with a red clean glow about her. Her wet hair had been washed with her own shampoo and was brushed with her brush. All that had made a magical appearance from her chamber down in the building’s basement. Perhaps this was not the typical role of a maid, but this was different...he was different and she...she was very much different now that...that...

"Oh! Excuse me!" Came the frightened feminine voice.

Pulling her top over her head quickly, Tosh turned to the now closed bathroom door. Trying to understand what she might have just seen, Tosh tried to ignore what her first thoughts had been and reached to turn the knob. But once the door was open she couldn’t ignore the penetrating sound of the vacuum or the woman in jeans, T-shirt and comfortable tennis shoes who was operating the same device she had struggled with only twenty-four hours earlier to push while balancing on the stilts that Mr. Richard had the gall to call shoes.

Catching her eyes, the lady was quick to shut down the appliance and gave Tosh a bright smile.

"Good Morning,” she greeted. "I’m sorry for the interruption, but Richard didn’t tell me he had any guests, and you’re the first I’ve ever seen in his room, but I am..."

"Excuse me?" Tosh closed her eyes, trying to tap down the flames that were growing. "What did you call him?" Glancing from one side of the room to the other, she took in the fluffed pillows and freshly made bed with her "uniform" from the night before folded neatly on the foot of the bed and the torturous shoes lined up side by side on the floor.

Stuttering, the woman was clearly caught off guard. "RRR-Richard."

"It is his first name?" Suddenly so much was coming to light.

“Yes, Richard Daniels.” The mysterious woman filled in.

"... and you are?"

Abandoning the vacuum, she wiped her hands on the sides of her jeans and stepped forward with a friendly offering.

"I’m Stephanie, the cleaning lady...the maid."

*  *  *

Damn
! He cursed himself. It wasn't until he sat behind his desk that he realized what day it was, and now kicking the walls of the elevator Richard hoped he would reach Tosh before Stephanie did. In the matter of twenty minutes his bright and sunny day was crashing down, and he hadn't even faced the storm yet.

The first strike of lightening came in one of Tosh's stilettos at his chest.

"A maid!" Tosh screamed. Winding her arm back, she launched the second shoe at his head.

Quick reflexes saved Richard from being impaled, but she had only just begun. Scouring the living room for any loose objects, Tosh reached out for a silver vase and didn’t pause to aim nor did she flinch when it broke through the glass wall leading to the private elevator.

"Tosh, please!" Jumping to one side, he avoided a glass that was now in pieces on the floor.

"You fucker!" she bellowed, running for the master bedroom.

Poor Stephanie came running out across the living room and gave her frightened apologies with a promise to return later to clean up as the elevator doors closed. Pulling off his suit jacket, he straightened his shoulders before going into battle.

"Oh, shit!" He ran back into the kitchen, opening the fridge to take refuge behind the stainless steel door. The impact of the wooden box containing the nipple clamps knocked bottles off the shelves from the other side, spilling dressing over his leather shoes. Another thud tipped a bottle of syrup over the front of his shirt.

"Yes, Master!" she screamed with another crash. "Whatever you say, Master!" Crash! "I won't fuck you while you’re on the
clock
!" She screamed out memories of their past few days together, and he was pained more by her hatred than her assault on his home.

"Wash my tub! Clean my cum off my fucking floors! You mother fucking asshole!"

The door slammed into him, and Richard was pushed away by force, landing against the counter with Tosh closing the fridge door, clearing her path to him. He could almost feel his skin smoldering under the glare of her brimstone. A woman scorned and never looked more deadly.

"Tosh, let me explain," he begged but was silenced when a blow to the gut knocked the wind out of him.

"You used and betrayed me, you bastard, for some kind of sick perverted mind fuck." Her voice was a deadly rumble. "I did every demeaning task you forced on me and in my own naive way I never questioned you. Taking what you instructed at face value I felt that we were moving into a whole other world, but now I know I was nothing more than some kinky fuck. Just a hole for you to manipulate."

Turning from him, she made her way for the front door. Broken glass crunched under her shoes, but Tosh paid it no mind and pulled the door open. An unnatural pull kept her frozen mid-step, needing desperately some kind words that could defend him and keep her there.

Please? Please?

His silence hurt more than anything.

"I thought this was the start of something real..." A deep breath to keep the tears back failed her and the first of many pooled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "...but for you it was all some sick game that even now you...you...you..."

"There may have been games, but you and I are so much more. I don’t know if I have the strength to let you walk away from me right now. I’m weakened and humbled by you.” His deep voice made her stomach plummet and her strength shatter.

First, his breath invaded her neck, followed shortly by one arm around her waist, aligning his hand to her front, pulling her back into him. His strong chest softened to her touch, and she fought to keep from melting into him. His warmth was seductive and his hold on her strengthened when his other hand came around and pulled her head back against him. Soon she couldn't resist, her body was at war with her mind, and she was falling into his embrace, letting him wipe away tear after betraying tear from her face. His hand stroked her face with tenderness, and she was seduced.

"I’m at sin for not being honest with you, and I’m sorry." Kissing the side of her neck, she instinctively dropped her head to one side, opening herself to him. "You could never know what you do to me." Kissing his way down to her collarbone his tongue delved into the crevice. Her moan was involuntary; she had lost all will in his arms and was lost to his exploration. "The first time I saw you I had to have you. You could call it lust or addiction, but I couldn't fight it. You had to be mine."

What? Awakened by the honesty in his words, Tosh pulled herself from his chest and turned to face him. He looked beaten and weak. Her strong and dominating master was an exposed man who had cast away his mask.

Taking her hands, he pulled her back into his living room, guiding her over the broken glass and around the turned over chair until he finally pulled her down onto the black leather couch. It was all so normal in a way that Tosh was having a hard time understanding what was happening.

"Tosh. You must understand..."

"Wait? When you first saw me it was only a couple of days ago and the very first thing you did was pick a fight with me.” She was starting to awaken from the fog that had clouded her thoughts.

Pulling herself up and off of the couch, Tosh rolled her shoulders back and tried to take a step toward the door, only to be held back by his hand on her arm.

"Tosh, please. Let me explain." Desperation and regret. "When I saw you that day I had to have you...I was hooked...and no matter what I did, I couldn't shake it. I needed you. I needed to be a part of your life."

"Wait!" Turning, she forced his hand off of her. "When you first saw me we did nothing but fight and it was only a couple of days ago. How can you say these things when you don't even know me?”

Stepping up to her, he kept his hands at his side, fighting his need to hold her to him.

"I have known you longer than you know." His voice was loving.

Back rod straight and jaw clenched, Tosh was uninviting and suspicious.

"Please," he begged, pulling her further into the room and away from the door.

Her feet reluctantly moved step by step over broken glass and echoed how out of control she had been only moments ago. Shamed by the distraction, Tosh closed her eyes to him and his rabbit hole.

"Please." His words were almost lost in his breath, soft and weak, both words she never would have imagined using to describe anything further of him. Following blindly through the apartment it was not long until she bumped the edge of the couch and predictably fell onto the seat.

"You don't deserve my time." Weakened in her current state of upset, she submitted to his plea, but was ashamed that she couldn’t find the strength or will to walk away. "How can you talk about when we first met with so much confidence?" She lifted her eyes to meet his. "It was only a couple of days ago, and we fought the instant we met.”

His silence was shattering and dragged on forever. Tosh could see him thinking over his words carefully, but what she wanted was for him to beg her forgiveness and then take her in his arms. When he finally found the words, she was holding her breath to try and keep her heart from pounding out of her chest.

"We met a couple of days ago, but..." A broken smile played on his lips. "But I first saw you nearly a month ago."

Stunned by his confession, Tosh looked wide-eyed into Richard’s face.

"I’ll never forget the afternoon. You changed my life. I was at a red light in front of the JC and you were crossing in front of me. You had just left a coffee shop and you were balancing your coffee on the stack of books in your arms. You had on black jeans that hugged your rear to perfection." The memory put a devilish smirk to his broken smile. "And a black top cut low enough to give me just a taste of that beautiful cleavage of yours."

"But—" She tried to jump in, but was stopped with a nod.

"In that instant I knew that if I didn't follow you and find out who you were I would regret it the rest of my life, so that’s what I did. Pulling over to a red curb, I got out of my car and followed you into the student center. Everyone there was very accommodating and it didn't take long for me to convince the woman behind the counter to tell you about an employment opportunity. The rest was just a matter of printing out a flyer and passing it on."

"I don't understand.”

"I didn't know myself until the first time I saw you dressed and ready for me. That first day I was torn and eager to have you, but still fighting this unknown desire. You were never just another sub for me to enjoy for a while,” he confessed. "This club has been in my family for longer than you could imagine, and when I decided to reinvent my family legacy I thought it was all I needed and for a while it was," his eyes grew intense, and Tosh was drowning in them, "but that satisfaction didn't last. A hole grew inside me that I couldn't fill. There was never enough sex, play, drink, anything. Nothing could make me feel whole...until you walked in and suddenly the club and this life was no longer a priority to me."

"But I'm a nobody." She was not sure if she could trust what she heard from him. "Why would you do all of this?”

Taking calculating breath, he paused to think out a new approach.

"Tosh. Think about the club I won’t let you enter. Do you really think that a private BDSM club famous for complete discretion would advertise for maid service with flyers on a JC campus?" Fighting back the humor in it all, he went on. "Didn't you ever wonder why I would make you do those things? Did you really think I’d have a maid wear those clothes and perform for me?"

Catching her top lip between her teeth, Tosh coyly averted her eyes down. He already called her postulant, but this would label her naive.

"I've never been around one before and you made it all sound so logical. I know deep down it all should’ve been questioned and that you were crossing an employer/employee line, but I lost all ability to say no to you."

Lifting her hands to his lips, Richard tenderly kissed each knuckle. His touch was surprisingly submissive and overwhelmingly sensual. Moved to the point of tears, Tosh met him eye to eye and held his face in her hands.