Maid

by Jenna Rose

  She likes it too.

  “All the way,” I told her.

  “Oh, you want to see everything, huh?” she asked.

  So sassy. I love it.

  “I want you in the outfit I bought you,” I told her. “Which means you have to take those off too.”

  “Uh huh,” she replied.

  My cock pulsed between my legs as she reached her thin arms behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. As it fell and exposed her breasts to me, I had to force my mouth shut to keep from groaning at the sight.

  She was perfect.

  Her nipples were hard like little pink gumdrops and I licked my lips as I thought about getting my hands on them.

  Her thumbs slid under the sides of her thong but she hesitated. Her eyes were defiant, but she couldn’t hide the excitement in them, and when she finally slid her panties down and exposed herself to me, she couldn’t hide the excitement there either.

  Her bare little pussy glistened in the soft light, an undeniable sign of her arousal. I didn’t hide my gaze, but as I stared, an angry realization sparked inside me.

  “I thought you said you were single?”

  “I am,” she replied.

  “So why do you shave your pussy?”

  “I don’t shave,” she retorted. “I wax, thank you very much. And it’s just a habit I got into.”

  “A habit for an old boyfriend?”

  “No. My…”

  Her voice trailed off like she was hiding something from me and that just wouldn’t do, so I pressed the matter.

  “Your what?”

  “My friend convinced me to do it back in senior year of high school,” she sighed. “She was doing it for her boyfriend so I went for moral support. Ever since then it’s just been a habit.”

  “Did your boyfriends like it?” I asked.

  “I…” she looked down. Even though she had managed to keep eye contact with me while she stripped down to her birthday suit, my question had her hiding her eyes from me. “I’ve never shown it to any guys.”

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “Wait, so you’re saying—”

  “Yes, I’m a virgin!” she replied as though it was something I didn’t want to hear. “Okay? You happy now? Can I put on the maid’s outfit?”

  She’s perfect, I thought. And she’s really all mine.

  “Yes, gorgeous, you can,” I smiled. “And then it’s time to get to work.”

  Chapter Five

  Belle

  My whole body was hot. I was more turned on, nervous and excited than I’d ever been in my life.

  I was standing in Alden-fucking-McLaren’s private walk-in closet that was the size of our apartment’s living room, completely naked in front of him and about to change into a French maid’s outfit that looked like it cost more than my entire wardrobe.

  Oh, and I’d just admitted to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors that I had never had sex before.

  I felt like I’d stepped into some wild, lust-filled Twilight Zone where a new Belle had taken over the old Belle and was now in control.

  No, I thought. He’s in control.

  I turned to the outfit he’d laid out for me and took the white lace G-string first and slid into it. It barely hid anything, which of course was what he was going for. I’d never worn butt-floss before, but had to admit that I felt sexy in it.

  The black stockings that went with it only increased that feeling as I pulled them on one at a time. The little black skirt barely covered my butt and the top corset-type thing had my boobs pushed up so high I felt like a cartoon.

  I turned to him when I was finished and didn’t even need him to say anything to know he approved; the bulge in his pants told me that much.

  “And these,” he said, handing me a pair of bright red heels. “If they’re not your size, I have others.”

  To my surprise, Alden got down on his knees in front of me like he was going to propose, and held out the left shoe to me. It was the last thing I’d expected and I stumbled slightly as I gave him my foot.

  He took it firmly and steadied me before sliding it into the heel, then did the same with my right foot. I was a full three inches taller in the things and wondered if I’d even be able to walk in them for whatever this job was he was going to have me do.

  “Mmm, everything fits perfectly,” he said approvingly.

  Fit…I thought as my eyes moved to the bulge in his pants. I doubt that would…

  “So, gorgeous,” he whispered. “No man’s ever touched you like this?”

  Alden placed his strong hands on my thighs and squeezed, causing a moan to escape my lips. His touch was electric and I couldn’t stop my back from arching forward.

  “N—no…”

  “I love that,” he said. “You’re so innocent, aren’t you?”

  “You…you like that?” I asked. “A man like you? You must have had countless women—”

  “That’s exactly why I love it, gorgeous,” he replied. “I don’t want countless women. I want you.”

  And before I could react, Alden buried his face between my thighs.

  Oh. My. God.

  My head spun and my brain basically shut off as I felt his tongue press against the thin fabric of the G-string. I moaned again, louder this time, and closed my eyes as he pulled on my legs and forced me into a wider stance.

  “Mmm.” His groan vibrated across my clit, sending a surge of heat and pleasure through me like a shockwave. His strong hands held me firm as he extended his tongue and placed it flat across my pussy. Then, he slid the panties aside and my whole world burst like a supernova.

  He licked my slit from my hole to my clit and my body shook as my muscles tightened. I slapped my hand against the table and my eyes snapped open as I gazed down at the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.

  This can’t be happening! I thought as Alden began to circle my clit with his tongue. Jolts of ecstasy rippled through me and I felt a warm glow beginning to form at my center.

  Already!?

  Of course, already. The anticipation to this moment had been building from the moment I arrived for the interview. There was no denying it, as much as I tried to in front of him; I wanted this man more than I’d ever wanted anything.

  And he knew it.

  His hands moved up my thighs and cupped my ass with such strength. I couldn’t help it; I ground my hips against him as his piercing blue eyes, the color of the Pacific Ocean, smiled up at me.

  He’s loving this.

  He groaned against me again, stimulating me even more. He was hungry for me and I was dying for him.

  “I—I’m close already!” I gasped as that glowing ball inside me grew and grew and threatened to burst.

  His strong hands gripped my ass and pulled up and back, which spread my pussy open, giving him even better access to my pleasure button. He flattened his tongue against it and pressed down, causing me to cry out.

  “Alden…”

  “Mmm,” he growled into my pussy as the sensations grew. I was right there, right at the point of no return, when a horrible buzzing sound blared from a speaker in the ceiling.

  “Fuck!” Alden snarled, pulling his mouth from me.

  “No, no!” I gasped. “I’m so close!”

  But Alden wasn’t listening anymore. He rushed to a button on the wall, pressed it and roared, “What is it?”

  A man’s voice responded.

  “We have an emergency, sir. Need you immediately.”

  “Can it wait?” Alden snarled.

  “It can’t,” the voice replied. “I’m coming in the front now. Meet me in your office.”

  “Fine,” Alden replied. He let go of the button and slammed a fist against the wall.

  “Is—everything okay?” I asked.

  “I have to go,” he replied. He stepped over to me and kissed me deeply on the lips. I could taste my pussy juice on him and felt a dirty lust I’d never known spark inside me. He broke our embrace and
stared into my eyes.

  “I’ll be back,” he said. “Go anywhere you like. Nothing in this house is off-limits to you.”

  And before I could respond, Alden turned and walked out of the room, leaving me slack-jawed and dripping, aching for that little bit of his touch that I so desperately needed.

  Chapter Six

  Alden

  “This had better be good, Wagner!” I roared as I stormed into my home office, doing my best to keep my hard dick down and out of sight. “I was right in the middle of—well, I was doing something.”

  “I’m afraid we have a situation, sir,” Wagner said flatly.

  Wagner was my go-to guy, a fixer, the kind of guy you go to when the usual methods just don’t work out. I’d had him dig up dirt on my competitors, bribe corrupt city officials or blackmail them when they tried to extort me, and most importantly, get me evidence that my ex-wife had been cheating on me.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s Laura, sir,” he replied. The ol’ ball and chain.

  “What’s she done now?”

  “I just had a call from my guy at the hospital,” Wagner replied. “They said Laura was brought in on a suicide attempt and says she won’t speak to anyone but you.”

  “Fucking shit,” I growled, rubbing my forehead.

  This wasn’t real. I knew it instantly. Laura had pulled this kind of shit before when we were together, and twice after I caught her cheating on me. It was an obvious, desperate attempt to get me to stay with her so she could leave me on her terms and get money out of me during a divorce.

  But even if it wasn’t real, I had to go to the hospital. If I didn’t, this would just snowball into something even more out of control and would probably end up in the tabloids too.

  Laura was the definition of crazy. She’d roped me in by acting normal—turns out she was a total sociopath. I should have seen it earlier, but catching her in the act of cheating made ending our marriage a lot easier for me.

  “Has the press gotten word yet?”

  “Not yet,” Wagner replied. “My guy recognized her and checked her in under a different name. But I’m not sure how long we can keep it a secret. Someone’s going to see her and make a phone call.”

  “All right, I’m on my way,” I replied.

  “I pulled the Porsche up out front,” Wagner said, tossing me the keys. “Faster than the Bentley.”

  “Thanks, Wagner,” I said as I threw on my leather jacket. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen—even the caviar.”

  Wagner smiled and nodded as I headed out the door. My sea-green Singer 911 was right out from, and I hopped in and gunned it out the gate and headed for the hospital.

  Shit. Shit. Shit!

  I was right there! I had my goddess with her legs spread and her juicy pussy dripping all over my tongue. She was about to come too, I know it. And then this shit happens?

  Thankfully, my anger was suppressing my horniness and the fat boner I had between my legs was starting to go down. I didn’t need to be walking around the hospital looking like a stud about to step onto a porn set.

  The 500-horse engine roared as I tore through the Hamptons night, wishing I’d never met Laura to begin with, and by the time I reached the hospital I was ready to rip someone’s head off.

  I parked and took deep breaths of the cool evening air as I made my way through the sliding doors of the emergency room where I was immediately greeted by Pete, Wagner’s guy.

  “How is she?” I asked.

  “She’s fine,” he replied. “Obvious attention-seeking maneuver. Didn’t even take enough pills to kill a toddler, but she’s saying she’ll go home and try it again if she doesn’t talk to you. Says she’ll go to the press.”

  “Fuck,” I growled as he led me into the back. I tried to keep my head down so the nurses wouldn’t recognize me.

  “I guess you blocked her calls?” Pete asked.

  “Had to,” I replied. “Where is she?”

  “This way. I gave her a private room.”

  Pete led me to an out-of-the-way room with the blinds drawn and I stepped inside to find Laura lying in a hospital bed looking like she’d just woken up from a nice nap.

  “Do you want me to stay?” Pete whispered.

  “I got it, Pete,” I replied.

  “Thank you, sir,” Pete said before exiting. The door closed behind him and Laura smiled at me with that fake smile she’d perfected and I felt my rage boiling up inside me like I was Wolverine or something.

  “Hey, sweetie cakes.”

  “Don’t call me that,” I growled. “What the fuck is this, Laura? Another pathetic attempt to win me back?”

  “Where’s your phone?” she asked.

  My eyes narrowed and I realized I’d left it at the house. I knew why she was asking too; she was going to try to blackmail me and wanted to make sure she wasn’t being recorded.

  “I’m leaving, Laura—”

  “I’ll go to the papers!” she hissed. “I’ll tell them the distress of you leaving me was too much and that’s why I tried to kill myself!”

  “You think they’ll believe that?” I bluffed.

  “Even if they don’t, it’ll be everywhere,” she smiled. “Do you really want that kind of shit out there ruining your nice guy reputation?”

  I glared at the woman who’d just about ruined my life. Even now, lying in a hospital bed, she looked like an evil empress set on destroying the world. Laura was the kind of girl who’d light herself on fire just to make sure you burned too.

  “What do you want, Laura?”

  “You,” she replied, morphing her scowl into a smile. “Don’t you want to try again, Aldie?”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “We were so good together!”

  “Yeah, until you cheated on me,” I growled. “Until I realized just how crazy you are.”

  “So I made a mistake,” she mewled, putting on her best little girl voice. “Don’t you think you could try and forgive me?”

  “Go to the fucking papers, Laura,” I snapped. “Say whatever you want. I’ve found someone else now and I’m going to be happy with her. I really don’t care what anybody else says!”

  And with that, I turned my back on her and stepped out the door. I heard her calling after me as I went.

  “You’re gonna regret this, Alden McLaren! You are going to regret this!”

  Her cries drew the attention of a couple of nurses, and I tucked my head and pretended to scratch my hair as I made my way back out of the ER. Pete was waiting in a corner and approached me quietly.

  “What can I do?” he asked.

  “Discharge her,” I told him, pulling a fat wad of bills out of my pocket and stuffing it into his hand. “I don’t care what it takes, just get her out of here and make sure it’s quiet. Call Wagner if you need his help. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, sir,” he nodded. “And thank you.”

  Steaming, I strode out of the hospital and to my car. I was sweating and wanted to break something.

  I sped home like a race car driver, knowing the only thing that could take my mind off Laura and her insanity was waiting for me back at home and I had to see her.

  So what if Laura spread her little lies around town? So what if people believed them? I didn’t need or want to be New York’s playboy billionaire anymore; all I wanted was her.

  Chapter Seven

  Belle

  What could be happening? I thought as I did another lap around the enormous closet, running my fingers across the expensive suits that hung around me.

  The voice from the intercom had said it was an emergency. Was it family trouble? Something with his business? His parents?

  Oh, God, I thought. He doesn’t have kids I don’t know about, does he!?

  “Relax, Belle,” I told myself as I leaned back against the table and looked down at my pussy, still dripping with his spit and my arousal.

  I was still in a daze from what he’d done to me. His fir
m voice was still running around in my head:

  This isn’t a request. It’s mandatory.

  Who has the balls to say something like that anyway? Alden McLaren, I guess. The man who’s used to getting what he wants, and somehow he’d managed to get me without me even realizing what he was doing.

  I thought about calling Sara to tell her what had happened, but it felt somehow wrong. Alden had taken me into his home and we’d shared something together (even if we hadn’t quite finished yet), and it didn’t feel right to immediately go and blab about it to my friend.

  Not yet. There would be plenty of time for bragging later.

  Bragging!? I thought. Did I just think that?!

  My pussy was aching and I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life, but I felt like a leaf on the wind, blowing this way and that, never knowing which way I was really going or how I was going to get there.

  I’d come here looking for a job, but what I’d found was a dream—a dream man who only had eyes for me. I’d come to be a professional, but I’d ended up in a French maid’s outfit while the most gorgeous man in the world ran his tongue around my clit and groaned like he was in heaven.

  I didn’t really know what was going on or how in the hell I’d fallen so hard for Alden, but what I did know was that I wanted him back here, and I wanted it now.

  With a sigh, I stepped out of the closet into the incredible hall and pretended like I knew what the paintings hanging on his wall were. One of them looked a lot like a Picasso, but it couldn’t be…could it?

  I felt sexy in the heels and maid outfit, and seeing as how I had the whole house to myself, thought I’d take a little tour of my own while I waited for the master of the house to return.

  I opened a few doors to find guest rooms that looked like they belonged in a five-star hotel or a British estate, two gorgeous bathrooms of white marble, and an upstairs lounge at the top of the stairs complete with a bar, two pool tables, a poker table and a cluster of leather couches.