At Your Service

by Alysha Ellis

  She felt like she was suspended in air, floating, as he ran his hands over her thighs and between her legs, opening them with his fingers. His cock swelled and twitched against her. He slowly trailed his fingers along her right calf and thigh then placed her leg upright against his body. She nuzzled his neck with her foot and grinned at him in satisfaction as he slid his hand across her wet pussy before taking her other leg and carefully placing it against his other shoulder. With her legs braced on him, he rubbed his cock along her tender folds and delved deep into her tight pussy while his eyes stayed locked on hers. Her mouth gaped open releasing a low groan as his fingers teased her clit as he continued to fill her with his rigid cock.

  With each achingly slow stroke, he pushed her farther and she gasped in climax, her juices easing his entry even more. She watched his gorgeous face, his eyes closed as he pumped into her.

  She couldn’t contain her cries, hoping none of the staff would hear her and come running only to find their employer being impaled by the butler and thoroughly enjoying it. Or maybe she didn’t mind if they heard and joined in? That was an exciting thought, especially that chef of hers, he looked young and fit.

  Fuck, she was going to come again. He smiled at her as she panted heavily and arched her back. Her legs were open wide as she cried out a shattering moan of release, the room was spinning and her body felt like it was surging out of control.

  Clarkson couldn’t wait any longer, her hot, tight pussy and the guttural sounds of her coming sent him over the edge—he watched her touching her nipples and thrust deeply into her, his thighs shaking as his release burst from deep within him.

  Vi smiled up at him.

  “Holy fuck, that was amazing,” she said, her face flushed and her lips rosy red, though he’d long worn off her lipstick

  “It was,” he agreed, sliding out of her and bending over to kiss her, the taste of her sweet musk lingering on his tongue. He pulled her upright on the table—she was limp in his arms, her face dewy and flushed.

  They kissed deeply and slowly he became aware they were both stark naked in her dining room, having been fucking like it was the end of the world. He hoped no one had heard them. And he was on the job. Well, not now—now he was officially off duty.

  “Let me go draw you a bath,” he said.

  “You mean draw us a bath, don’t you?”

  “Us,” he agreed with a smile. “We need to talk about that. How about while we soak?”

  * * * *

  Vi lay happily nestled on Clarkson’s chest in the big tub, bubbles overflowing wantonly onto the marble floor. It was her second bath of the day but who was counting, or complaining? Clarkson trailed his fingers along her shoulders and across her breast, pausing to circle a nipple, sensitive from the day’s attentions. She’d just met him, yet she felt so comfortable with him, and so attracted to him too.

  “What are you thinking?” she asked as they sipped chilled white wine from thin crystal glasses.

  “I hate to break the mood,” he said, putting his empty glass carefully on the edge of the tub. “But if this is going to keep happening, you and I not being able to keep our hands off each other, I can’t in good conscience go on working for you.”

  “I thought you’d say that.” She sighed deeply.

  “It’s just not right—even though it feels more than right. When I’m in there,” he said, flitting his fingertips lightly between her legs. She looked up and smiled at him as he grazed his fingers lazily from her pussy to her hip bone. “I mean, of course I won’t accept any pay for today, under any circumstances.” He ran his hands along her body soothingly, moving the bubbles that clung to her. “I’ll just tell the agency it didn’t work out and find another placement.”

  “Oh,” Vi said, disappointed. The reality of him continuing to work for her when they couldn’t keep from ripping each other’s clothes off was dawning on her too. But the thought of losing Clarkson after she’d just found him was too much. She knew he was right—they couldn’t carry on this way. She’d been so taken with him and her emotions that she hadn’t even given a thought to the fact that he was her butler and she was essentially paying for sex if she continued to employ him.

  His silence told her that he was thinking about the situation. Maybe she’d just been a sexy diversion from his daily life as a butler. She hoped he felt more than that. There was something almost indescribable when they touched, an attraction that sparked and sizzled, making her want even more. There was no way she wanted what they had to end—they’d only just begun.

  Silently, Vi sipped her wine then sighed contentedly as Clarkson continued rubbing her shoulders and gently scooping warm water over them. She mulled her predicament over in her mind, trying to make sense of the confusing yet exhilarating day. Usually she spent most of her time working in Los Angeles, New York or Paris, or vacationing at her villa in Capri, but with the arrival of Clarkson, maybe now she’d spend more time in Miami—because she had a reason to, a very sexy reason. If only she could convince him to stay. The last thing she wanted him to do was quit. And she was used to getting what she wanted. And do I want another butler? No, I want this one! She laughed out loud, she hadn’t even known him for a day and already she didn’t want to let him go.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked.

  “Oh, nothing,” she said playfully, swatting bubbles away with her hand. “It’s just I’m trying to figure out just what’s going on here with you…and me, if there’s a way you could stay on.” She relaxed back against him thinking how to put the jumbled thoughts that were spiralling through her mind into words. “I like you, Clarkson.” She paused, considering her words, hoping he felt the same way. “I think maybe we should give it more time, see how things go between us. I mean, I’d hate to see us end the fun we’re just beginning to have?”

  “Uh huh,” he said obviously not sure where she was going with this.

  “How about this…you stay and butler, strictly professional and all during the day”—she paused and grinned at the idea taking form in her head—”and then if we want to do other things…we’ll do them off the clock, after hours…when you’re not getting paid.” She murmured her enjoyment as he cupped her breasts. “What do you say to that?”

  “Ummm…” he said, caressing her nipples between his fingertips.

  “Come on, Clarkson,” she urged him, anxious for his agreement. “Don’t you want to keep doing this?” she asked, wriggling her ass encouragingly against him.

  “I do,” he said, kissing her gently on the neck. “But I’m trying to figure out if that’s really going to work.” He paused, his hot breath close to her ear as she waited for him to continue. “I guess technically…if we kept it strictly professional during the day, that might work.” He kissed her shoulder, continuing to tease her nipples. “But I really don’t know if we can keep our hands off each other during the day, do you?” he asked provocatively, flicking and tugging her erect nubs.

  “Clarkson, let’s try it. You stay and butler and then if something happens after hours, well, we’ll just see where that takes us.”

  “If something happens after hours?”

  She laughed. “I guess it is a foregone conclusion that something will happen after hours. I’ll be counting the minutes, the seconds, until you’re off work,” she cooed. “Now, tell me, are you in or not?”

  “Are you sure it’s what you want?” he asked, nibbling her ear, making her murmur in delight. “I mean I’m glad you seem to want me,” he said, trailing his hands lower.

  “Yes, I’m very sure, Clarkson, that I do want you,” she said, enjoying his touch. “But I’m not going to plead with you, after all, I’m a woman used to just taking what I want.”

  “Well, you are the boss,” he said playfully, devouring her neck. “But I should warn you that you’re not the only one used to getting what you want.” His tone was demanding as he slid his hands along her inner thighs, teasing her with promise.

  She squirmed under his
expert touch. “About that,” she said, craning her neck back to look up at him.

  “Yes?”

  “As long as we’re laying our cards on the table, I don’t always like being the boss, being in control all the time. What I’d really like…” She just let the words hang there, the only sound the smooth, soft jazz playing through the speakers in the ceiling.

  He kissed the top of her head. “What would you really like, Ms Vi?” he said, seemingly eager to hear what turned her on.

  “I’d like it if someone else took control,” she said, surprising herself by revealing her inner fantasies so readily. As a control-freak businesswoman, there was nothing more seductive to her than the idea of surrendering to a man like Clarkson, a strong confident man, instead of merely letting her walk over him.

  “And is that all you fantasise about?” he prompted, as if sensing there was more to her sexual appetite than she was revealing. He slid his hand between her legs, parting her thighs slightly to let the warm water lap against her sensitive crease.

  “Well, I do have some other fantasies,” she said with a wicked grin, rubbing her body along his, loving the feel of his fingers between her thighs.

  “How do you feel about a threesome?” he asked.

  Her heart skipped a beat. “Try me,” she said as she turned over on top of him, smiling as his erection made itself known. “I’m all yours, to do with what you please.”

  “That’s quite an offer.” He found her lips with his. “Did you have someone in mind to join us?”

  “Um-hmm,” Vi said slowly. The water slapped between them, his erection hard against her thigh. “But I’ll leave that completely up to you,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on him.

  She slid her slick pussy along his cock. He groaned looking up at her, her damp auburn tendrils clung to her breasts while she rubbed herself along his shaft. He slid his fingers over her erect clit, exposing it to the water as he took one nipple in his mouth. Rocking her hips, she thrust hard on his hand, grinding against him, the sensation of his cock making her already-sensitive clit quiver in ecstasy. She grasped his hair and moaned as she came against him.

  He pulled her close to his chest. “I hope you enjoyed that, Ms Vi, as it will be the last time you’ll be in charge,” he said with a wry smile as he squeezed her ass firmly.

  “I can hardly wait.”

  Chapter Three

  Vi was thankful she was run off her feet all day with meetings and conference calls, and even for the strike at one of her manufacturing plants. It kept her mind off thinking about Clarkson. But who could blame her for being so distracted, fantasising about her new, super-hot butler, ten years her junior? She hadn’t had any fun for months, not since her last summer fling had left her for a younger woman. Umph, she snorted in disgust under her breath. She was forty-two, not exactly old, but Jeffery had left her for a twenty-five-year-old and that had stung.

  When she’d opened her front door, the unexpectedly hunky Clarkson had made her feel alive once again with his admiring gaze. And the ravenous way he’d made love to her had made every nerve in her body hum.

  At four, Vi’s chauffeur promptly returned her to her building. The excitement of just what Clarkson and she might get up to after-hours was almost too much for her to bear. She’d better focus on the clients she was entertaining for dinner, or she’d never make it to the anticipated evening.

  Stepping out of the sanctuary of the climate controlled silver Bentley, Vi squinted into the humid haze. The Floridian sun was partially obscured by thick clouds that loomed in the horizon, as they did on most afternoons in the hot summer, making the air thick and muggy. Feeling a bead of perspiration on her forehead, she paused and looked all the way up the glistening glass façade of the skyscraper to the forty-first floor. Clarkson was up there at that very moment getting ready for her guests, and hopefully getting ready for another passionate night together once he was officially off duty. The thought of his taking control and the introduction of a third lover made her body hum like a finely tuned instrument. An instrument that she hoped Clarkson and his mystery guest played all night long and into the dawn.

  * * * *

  So far, day two on the job was more challenging for Clarkson than day one had been as he tried to focus on the dinner party and the after-hours activities he had planned for Vi. But the memory of scintillating sex with Vi the night before was a continual reminder of the pleasure yet to come as he went about his preparations. As per their agreement he was carrying out his job as a professional—he’d organised the household for the day and had made arrangements for the clients Vi was entertaining that evening. As focused as he was on the preparations, Clarkson still couldn’t help thinking about what he had planned for later that night. She’d asked him to be in control, which he was only too happy to do. He was looking forward to surprising her all night long.

  He kept to himself in the kitchen with Michel as Vi entertained her guests for drinks and dinner. Marie and Mathilde served the party, and Clarkson surveyed the goings on from the living room from time to time, to keep the evening on track. He steeled himself to be professional when he spotted Vi in her curve-hugging, gold beaded dress and spiked, high-heeled gold shoes. It made him want to take her right there, in front of everyone with nothing on but those ‘come fuck me’ shoes.

  When she sauntered away to talk to someone, he caught a glimpse of her gown’s daringly low-cut back—there was no way she was wearing a bra and he could just see the dimple at the top of her derrière. Probably no panties either. His cock grew hard as he watched Vi out of the corner of his eye while he refreshed the bar.

  The guests were enchanted by Vi it seemed, perhaps one a little too much—the man leered at Vi with a lecherous look. Clarkson fought the urge to run over and deck the loud-mouthed asshole. She laughed heartily at a joke and Clarkson saw the leerer sidle next to his hostess and gaze down her top while she was caught up in the moment. Clarkson couldn’t wait to get her alone later—it was excruciating waiting to have his way with her. Well, maybe not having her all to himself, he was willing to share her with someone that would pleasure her as much as he could. And he had just the man in mind for the job.

  * * * *

  After cocktails, Vi’s animated party moved into the impressive dining room, to be greeted by the stunning view as the searing red sun set into the seemingly endless ocean. The long table was set to the nines, with her favourite Versace china and Baccarat crystal gleaming under the sparkling rock crystal chandelier. Marie and Mathilde served impeccably, starting with the chilled soup, a speciality of Chef Michel’s, then on to four more sumptuous courses, each paired with the appropriate wine. The guests raved about the meal, while Vi was silently grateful that Marie was managing to pull off the evening without muddling things up.

  As the evening progressed, Vi was disappointed that Clarkson hadn’t made much of an appearance—she loved watching him every time he entered the room, sublime in his tailored suit, imagining what they’d get up to later when she ripped it off him. Her pussy had ached as she’d watched him surreptitiously go about his tasks, mostly keeping his back turned to her as he’d attended the wines set out on the large sideboard. She sensed he was purposely avoiding eye contact with her, which she found maddening—she wanted to be tantalised by those incredible eyes again and see the glint of seduction taunting her.

  She’d been rewarded when he’d looked back her way as he had decanted the dessert wine. She’d given him a sensuous lick of her lips, but he had looked displeased and slipped away. Maybe he was already taking control. Her body thrummed at the prospect of him making her yield to him.

  As her guests droned on about Fashion Week in Paris, a hint of nervous excitement filled her, thinking about a the possible third party joining Clarkson and her this evening and she grew even more turned on. Despite her adventurous sex life, she’d never had a threesome before, but she’d often fantasised about two men kissing her, their cocks filling her until she couldn’t t
ake any more. Most men she’d been with would have been threatened, so when Clarkson had enquired how she felt about it, she had barely been able to contain her arousal.

  She turned her attention back to entertaining her guests. Flushing with desire, she could feel her nipples harden, bare against the silk of her beaded gown, aware of her choice to omit panties and bra. She suppressed a naughty giggle, knowing how horrified her guests would be if they knew just what their hostess had been doing on the table the night before.

  Vi sipped her Cointreau coffee, glad the evening was winding down, imagining just what she and Clarkson might get up to after hours.

  Finally, when all the coffee had been drunk, the petit fours mere crumbs left on the plates and the liquor glasses drained, the guests reluctantly rose from the table. Vi sighed with gratitude—now her evening could really begin. As she thanked her guests for coming, with promises to get together again soon, she flashed Clarkson a sexy smile before he escorted them to the door. He only nodded politely to her and once the guests had departed, he promptly returned to the kitchen, as he was trained to do. Vi lingered in the dining room, eager for what would happen next.

  Marie popped her head in to see how she was doing and enquired if she needed anything. She needed something all right, but nothing she cared to share with her maid.

  Vi grinned as she overheard Marie report back to Clarkson in the kitchen, “Ms Vi is still in the dining room, sipping her coffee.” Now all Vi had to do was wait for him. She eyed her watch. In half an hour he was off duty and the other staff would be happily ensconced in their quarters, leaving her all to Clarkson’s wishes. Glancing out of the windows into the darkness, she caught her reflection and adjusted the scoop of her gown to reveal a little more cleavage. She knew he appreciated that.

  After half an hour had passed, Vi tapped her Jimmy Choo’s impatiently on the marble floor. She was so eager to see Clarkson she could feel the wet warmth between her thighs as she imagined him touching her, kissing her all over as he had done last night. On that very table. Thank goodness her guests had left before she’d had to ask them to leave.