by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole
Pausing for just a moment, Maddox seemed to be savoring the sensation of our joined bodies. Then, tightening his grip on my hips, he began to thrust. There was no starting off slow for Maddox, apparently. I gritted my teeth as he pounded my pussy, assaulted as I was by overwhelming sensations. I had just about enough presence of mind to wonder how he was going to give me two orgasms while we fucked. At the rate he was going, it would be all over within minutes.
I should have known better. Once he’d settled into a rhythm, Maddox slipped his right hand to the apex of my thighs and began to pinch and roll my clit as he fucked me. He wasn’t rough, exactly, but he was firm and focused, and the first of my banked orgasms was soon upon me. And, Christ, it was just as good as the last one—probably even better in fact, given the fact that my pussy was still filled with him, and this time my walls clenched around his shaft, rather than fresh air. Wave after perfect wave crashed through me.
As my climax ebbed, I felt boneless once more, grateful for the support of the now damp leather beneath my sweaty skin and Maddox behind me. But I was not to get the chance to relax, as my new lover, my unconventional, sexy, creative Dom apparently had more in store for me. Much more.
To my surprise, his thrusts slowed, making me more aware of the languid contractions of my inner walls around him. I soon forgot all about that when I felt something pressing against my arsehole. His cock was still firmly lodged in my cunt, so there was obviously something in his homemade sex toy collection suitable for anal play.
I didn’t have time to wonder what it was as the mercifully slim item pushed past my sphincter, as it was like all my internal dials had been turned up to maximum. The additional stimulation of having something up my arse was new, unexpected and fucking amazing. I wanted to wriggle, to thrash, as ecstasy filled me, but I couldn’t. I just had to take it.
That was until my arsehole started to burn. Maybe it had already been burning, indistinguishable from the blazing heat of my shoelace-whipped, fork-scratched, paintbrush-tickled arse cheeks. But now it was rapidly becoming the only thing I could concentrate on. Something was wrong, very wrong.
“Maddox, I—”
Still pounding away, he cut me off. “Just stick with it, Penny. I promise you everything will be all right, and it will so be worth it.”
What choice did I have? We were literally mid-fuck, and the scorching sensation in my rear hole was, bizarrely, morphing into yet more pleasure.
I could have safe worded, I suppose, but Maddox had said it would be worth it. And I trusted him. So far my experience had been nothing but mind-blowing. Addictive, in fact. I decided not to cut it short. I’d keep on gritting my teeth and ride it out.
Before long, the heat consumed me. The heat of the friction between us, the heat of my tormented buttocks, the heat of my anus. It all boiled together in an enormous cauldron of intense lust, sending me over the edge into another orgasm that had me screaming until my throat was as hot and raw as my arsehole.
Lost as I was in my tumult of emotions and physical sensations, I was unaware of Maddox hitting his own peak, but I supposed he must have done, as he pulled out of me. A moment later he used scissors to release me from my bonds and helped me to stand.
My back passage was still tingling, reminding me I still had the mystery thing invading me. “Can I…?”
“It’s all right,” he said quietly, stroking my hair. “Let me. You okay to stand by yourself?”
Testing the strength of my legs, I then nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
He moved behind me, then said, “Bend forward a touch, sweetheart.”
I did as commanded. Then a moment later, he was back in front of me, a broad grin on his face and the anal invader in his hand. I gawped at it for several seconds, my lust-addled brain unable to compute what it was that I was seeing. Then, suddenly, synapses fired and the answer pinged into my consciousness.
“Is that…ginger?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised, not really. After all, I’d known he was unconventional from the start. I just wondered what else his insanely creative mind had in store for me. Suddenly, as my thoroughly sated body started to crave sleep, several more weeks of voluntary work in the soup kitchen didn’t seem so bad. In reality, I reckoned I’d stick around for a lot longer than that. I had so much more to learn, and I couldn’t think of a better person to teach me.
I’d never admit it, but it turned out I had a hell of a lot to thank Sean for.
Maddox’s response to my question was a wicked smirk. “Yep.” He spread his hands in a dismissive gesture. “What can I say? I’m a chef—it’s my job to get creative with food.”
I nodded, eyeing the item in his hand. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” Then, eager to voice the longing that was filling my mind and body, “I’d love for you to, er, get creative with me some more.” I forced my gaze up to his face, needing to see his response as well as hear it. “Long-term, I mean. I…I don’t want this to be a one-off. Unless you do, of course. If you don’t want to—”
“Penny, let me stop you right there.”
My heart plummeted into my shoes. Or where my shoes would have been, had I been wearing any. He wasn’t interested in me. Not beyond one kinky fuck, anyway.
He took a step toward me. Then he glanced down at the ginger and sighed. “Just hang on. Hold that thought.” He left the room, then, distantly, I heard running water.
Within a minute he was back, empty-handed and his clothes back to rights. “Right. Sorry about that. Come here.” He took my hand and led me over to the chair that housed my clothes. Letting go of me, he removed the bundle from the seat and put it carefully on the floor. “Sit down, sweetheart.”
I sat.
He knelt in front of me and grasped my hands, his expression earnest. “Did you mean what you said? About not wanting this to be a one-off? It wasn’t just the post-orgasmic hormones talking?”
I frowned, then shook my head. “No. I may be young, Maddox, but I’m more than old enough to know my own mind. I…I like the way you make me feel. I feel a connection to you. Somehow, although I barely know you, I trust you. I enjoy talking to you, being in your presence. And as for the sex part, and the submission, well… I clearly know bugger all compared to you, but I’m willing to learn. I want to learn. Explore. With you. If…that’s what you want?”
He squeezed my hands. “Fucking hell, Penny, are you kidding? I’d have to be insane to turn down a smart, gorgeous woman like you. I think…” He let go of me, then sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair. “I think we need to get to know each other better, too, though. As amazing as what we just did was, I don’t want to just fuck, to play around with toys and D/s. If it turns out we’re compatible, then I’d very much like a relationship. An exclusive relationship,” he growled. “Just so you know, I don’t share.”
A gush of juices seeped from my pussy and onto the chair cushion. My heart pounding, I stood, then pounced on him, sending him sprawling onto his back on the thick carpet. From astride him, I leaned down and captured his luscious lips in a kiss that I suspected was just one of many, many more.
Finally disentangling from the kiss, I sucked in a shaky breath, then said, “And just so you know, I don’t want to be shared. I’m all yours, Mr. Unconventional.”
“Mr. who?”
I chuckled. “Shut up, Maddox, and kiss me again.”
This time, he was the one who obeyed.
About the Author
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novel Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Email: [email protected]
Lucy loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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MAID
Anarie Brady
Dedication
As always, to Mr. J
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Jacuzzi: Jacuzzi, Inc.
Jane Eyre: Charlotte Brontë
Chapter One
“I began making and using cleaning agents from all-natural products when my son was quite young, sir.”
“Why is that?”
“He suffered from asthma and the harsh commercial cleaners added to his symptoms.”
“I see. And are you now going to tell me that the use of all-natural cleaners curing him?”
“Hardly, but I do think that by avoiding as many harsh chemicals as possible in the home, he had fewer flare-ups.”
Vincent Vanderson nodded, appreciating the honest answer. He’d had enough of housekeepers claiming that their natural regime would cure all ills.
“I am strict and demanding in my standards, you understand. Should you accept this job, you may live upstairs if you choose. You will be required to wear a uniform while on duty and refer to me as sir or Mr. Vanderson.”
“Yes, sir. I expect I will.”
“And what of your son now?”
“He is in his third year of college.”
Vincent’s eyes widened. This woman could be no more than thirty-five years old.
“I won’t go too far into your personal life, but will he be expecting to stay with you during breaks from school?”
“No, sir. We have a two-bedroom apartment which I have left to him. He sublets the second bedroom. He goes to school here in town, so I see him often.”
Alice Whitmore looked relieved that he had not asked too many questions regarding her past. While he couldn’t deny this piqued his curiosity, as her potential employer he really didn’t have a right to ask about details regarding her personal life.
“To be brief, sir, I was quite young when I had Emmit. My family wanted me to abort him, but I refused, and so they disowned me. I had been basically date-raped when I went to a high school party, you see, and no one, including me, knew who the father was. One minute I was drinking my first beer, and the next the sun was rising and I was naked on a friend’s couch. Nine months later, I was alone with a young child. A neighbor, Mrs. Simms, took me in and taught me about the old ways of cleaning. I kept house for her in exchange for food and board. She passed away two years ago and I’ve been supporting myself and Emmit on my own since then. Well, I suppose you could say that I’ve always supported the two of us, but Mrs. Simms became more like family to me than an employer. She was always there to help with babysitting and such.”
Alice thought back fondly on the old woman, a sudden stab of nostalgia piercing her heart.
“I see. And does Emmit also work?”
“Yes, he is self-supporting now. He has a full-ride scholarship to pay for his schooling and works part-time at the library to pay for his other expenses.”
“I see,” Vincent answered. “Here’s my offer. You will be on probation for this week. If all works out well, I will offer you the job. During this time, though, you will stay here and follow all of the rules in this booklet. After that time, if you decide to stay on, you may choose to continue living here if you’d like. If you have question, ask me at any time. Your salary may seem a bit low, but that will change after this week. Your compensation will also include room, board, health and car insurance, and a one-month paid vacation. If you choose to live elsewhere, you will be given a living expense stipend. You will also have two days a week off to be arranged through me and the other maid so that one of you is on duty between the hours of eight and four Monday through Saturday. If additional times need to be arranged, say for a doctor’s appointment or some other valid reason, come to see me and I will be as accommodating as possible.”
When he told her the actual amount of the ‘low’ salary, Alice was stunned by his generosity and quickly accepted. She wasn’t so innocent as to believe there wouldn’t be some catch to Mr. Vanderson’s magnanimous offer, but she’d have a week to decide if she wanted to work here permanently. Alice signed the papers then drove back to her apartment to pack up a few things. Within the hour, she was back at the Vanderson mansion, following a servant who led her to her room. She noted the old-world architecture of the home, but also the modern conveniences carefully added to blend in with the antique decor. For example, the HVAC vents were located close to the walls and painted to match the wooden floors, and the electrical outlets and switches were covered in matching. After walking up to the second floor, the servant, a handsome man who looked to be in his late twenties with neatly trimmed black hair and dark eyes, stopped before one door and opened it. He stood aside, allowing her to walk in before him.
Alice smiled when she surveyed her room, which was really more of a suite—a small bedroom complete with a queen-sized bed, wooden wardrobe, five-drawer dresser and vanity with matching cushioned seat. The dark blue curtains matched the bedspread and thick carpet. One door opened to a bathroom with a tub and shower, stool, cabinet filled with fresh towels and a stainless steel sink. Off to the left of the bedroom was yet another room, which contained a loveseat, an end table, two chairs, a black rug decorated with pink roses and a small writing desk with a matching chair. On the end table was an electric kettle, a teapot, two mugs and a variety of tea choices. A small leather-bound book sat on the desktop.
“Mr. Vanderson requests that you spend the afternoon reading your manual. A meal will be sent up to you at six o’clock. When you finish, simply place the tray on the floor outside your room. You should also try on your uniform and let me know if something does not fit,” the servant informed her. He placed her bag on the bed and nodded slightly to her. “Also, if I may be so bold as to offer a piece of advice, you should know that Mr. Vanderson is a very generous employer, but he expects his rules to be followed to the letter. Any disobedience is dealt with swiftly and deliberately. Once he is satisfied that the incident will not be repeated, however, he is equally quick to put the matter behind him.”
Alice leaned against the door once the servant, whose name she did not know, had shut it with a sharp click. Interesting, she thought.
Closing her eyes, she felt the built-up tension of the last few days drain away. If everything went well, she’d be able to save enough money to pay off her debts within a year or so. She hadn’t told Emmit, but she was still trying to pay off his medical bills. Luckily, he’d had very few issues with his asthma over the last few years, but the multiple hospital stays, the medications and the at-home breathing treatments had left quite a debt. Last year she’d even sold her car in order to keep up with the payments. Hopefully all of that would soon be in the past. Opening her eyes, she straightened her shoulders then went to open the wardrobe, fearing what her uniform might look like. She was not anxious to wear something overly provocative, but would do so if it meant keeping this job. To her pleasure, her uniform was a simple, well-made and very modest light blue dress accessorized with side buttons, a narrow belt and capped sleeves. After trying it on, she noted that it fit perfectly and would be quite easy to move about in, an important feature since she was often bending over and on her hands and knees while cleaning. She also noted the sensible yet stylish shoes. Next, she fixed herself a cup of tea and sat down to read her employee’s manual.
For Maids in the Employ of Mr. Vanderson
The following are expected duties to be completed on a daily basis—
Master bathroom—toilet, shower, bath, sink and counters cleaned and disinfected and the floor mopped. Fresh towels hung by five o’clock in the evening. All soaps, shampoos, lotions and other sundries to be checked and replaced as needed.
Master bedroom—bed made by six-thirty a.m. weekdays and seven a.m. weekends. C
arpet swept, clothing folded and put away every evening by six p.m. Trash disposed of, curtains opened after the bed is made, laundry and dry cleaning placed in their appropriate places.
First-floor carpets cleaned with a push sweeper and hardwood floors dust mopped.
Magazines and newspapers will be recycled after being replaced with current issues.
Weekly Responsibilities
Maid will set her own schedule but each of the following must be addressed on a weekly basis—
All carpets vacuumed.
Linens in all used bedrooms changed.
Hardwood floors hand-washed. DO NOT USE A MOP.
All guest bathrooms scrubbed whether they have been used that week or not.
All furniture polished in all rooms.
Ash removed from fireplaces.
Walls brushed down.
Fresh flowers in master bedroom, dining room and main parlor. Note—if the flowers appear to be drooping, they may need to be replaced more frequently.
Fresh flowers in guest rooms if guests are expected.
Verandas swept and dusted.
Monthly Responsibilities
All inside windows washed and all outside windows on first floor washed.
Arrangements made for professional window washers for outside upper floors.
Framed artwork cleaned and dusted.
Mattresses on beds rotated. You may enlist the help of the butler for this.
