by Lacey Harper
Maid for Punishment
Lacey Harper
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Maid for Punishment
When Krista's boyfriend gets a little too rough in bed, she can't escape. But when her sexy employer comes home early from a boxing match, he catches them in his bed and decides to teach her a lesson. Desperate to save her job, Krista agrees to spend one night with the dangerously sexy boxer. Cuffed to the bed, she endures a long, hard punishment session and gets a lesson in everything she never knew she needed.
Content Warning: This short story contains adult material with explicit sexual situations and language. All sexually active characters in this work are 21 years of age or older.
Maid for Punishment
Lacey Harper
Maid for Punishment
Copyright© 2014 Lacey Harper
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Maid for Punishment
A Note from Lacey
Maid for Punishment
Krista struggled to free her slender neck from Dirk’s rough grasp. Her boyfriend completely crossed the line with this stupid porno reenactment.
“You’re so fucking hot when you panic.” Dirk drove his cock deeper into her pussy.
She rolled her eyes, so lame. If he wasn’t the hottest, most connected guy at the university she’d dump him. But being with him elevated her from lowly freshman to campus royalty so she’d endure some of his crap.
Dirk ground his pelvis against her. “Take it deep like a good little slut.”
She tried to tell him how stupid he looked but his fingers clenched tighter. A tingle of fear rippled along her spine. He’d never taken the game this far before. Usually he’d put a hand around her throat and although he used a firm grip, he never squeezed. This was getting way too weird.
His fingers coiled tighter. “God, you’re wet. You like this don’t you?”
She shook her head but it barely moved. He laughed and pounded her pussy harder. Done with his bullshit, she grabbed his wrist and yanked.
He released her neck and clutched her shoulders. His nails dug into the tender flesh. “I’m gonna dump a load in you, get ready baby.”
She sucked in a breath. “Get the fuck off of me.”
“Stop being such a bitch.”
Dirk grabbed a pair of lacy white panties off the bed and wadded them in his fist. “If you don’t shut the hell up—”
A deep male voice cut him off. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my bed?”
Krista froze at the sound of her employer’s voice. Grant wasn’t supposed to be home from the boxing match in Atlanta for two more days. She’d only agreed to have sex with Dirk in Grant’s bed because she was sure he wouldn’t come home and catch them. And, she hadn’t even stopped partying long enough to clean the mansion. Strike two. Her job as a maid for the most famous boxer in the world was basically gone. She’d be back to cleaning disgusting hotel rooms before the end of the week.
Dirk’s already pale skin flashed lightening-white. Two broad hands grabbed the younger man’s shoulders and tore him off her. He landed in a heap on the floor.
Grant towered over her idiot boyfriend. Rage rippled along his ridiculously sexy arm muscles. “Who the hell are you?”
Dirk held his hands up in surrender. “Sir—”
Grant addressed her. “Was he hurting you?”
She hesitated. Hurting? Not really, well kinda. She probably could have handled Dirk, but he was acting so weird, who knows. Everything was happening so fast she wasn’t sure how to respond. If she said he was hurting her, then Grant would probably kill him. But she couldn’t exactly admit to liking rough sex either. She nodded but didn’t say a word.
Her employer advanced toward Dirk. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you. You have two seconds to get out of my house.”
“I was just—”
“Leaving before I fucking kill you?”
Her boyfriend scrambled to his feet and grabbed his jeans. After he jammed both legs in and zipped up the fly, he opened his mouth to speak.
Oh god, shut up. The stupid jerk needed to hurry up before Grant’s rage exploded.
One look from the ripped boxer and he closed it without a sound. Tension crackled between the men. It reminded her of a Mexican standoff, only she knew exactly who’d win. Dirk didn’t stand a chance against a man with an entire room dedicated to his boxing trophies.
The half dressed moron stumbled over his shoes as he backed toward the door. He scooped them up along with a black t-shirt then turned and ran.
When Grant didn’t follow, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn’t have to drive Dirk to the hospital.
The front door slammed. The walls rattled for a second, and then he turned to her.
“Jesus Krista, are you okay?” His gaze traveled from her face to the swell of her ample chest.
She clutched the black satin sheet and dragged it to her chin. She’d have to play this up to keep from getting into a ton of trouble. She was getting fired for sure, but in his house and completely at his mercy there were far worse things he could do to her.
“Thank god you came in when you did. I thought he was trying to kill me.” She ended with a dramatic sniff.
“I’ll handle this.” He stalked toward the door.
“No!” Still holding the sheet, she jumped off the bed and raced toward him. “Don’t leave me. Not right now.”
She buried her face in his chest and prayed he’d stay. If he left right now, Dirk would end up hamburger, or worse. Her boyfriend, well, soon to be ex-boyfriend, could be a jerk sometimes, but he didn’t deserve to be maimed.
Grant’s arms encircled her trembling shoulders then pulled her close. “Shh. Don’t cry.”
Between sobs she whispered. “I was so scared.”
“It’s okay baby, I got you.”
She suppressed a smile. So far, so good. He seemed pretty damn convinced she needed to be comforted and not reprimanded.
She brushed her cheek across his strong, masculine chest and sighed. So sexy and so off limits. Mixing business with pleasure could only end in total disaster. She’d learned that at her last job.
“You’ve got goose bumps." He briskly rubbed her arms.
The friction from the calloused pads on his fingers sent shivers of delight straight through the slick folds of her pussy. She didn’t even get to come before Grant busted in on her and Dirk. That little spectacle stole the orgasm she desperately needed. Tension hummed in the pit of her stomach. She’d give anything to have Grant shove two rough fingers against her clit. That’s all she’d need to come all over his hand.
“You need a nice warm bath.”
He crossed the room and opened the door to the master bath. She followed him into her favorite room in the house. Whenever he left for a match, she’d sneak into his bathroom and take a long hot soak in the Victorian style tub. Pure luxury.
Grant twisted the brushed copper knobs and a cascade of steaming water splashed against the bottom of th
e tub. She could hardly wait to wash away the thin sheen of sweat collected on her skin.
He turned and perched on the edge of the tub. His gaze rested on her lips. “I should fire you for fucking that guy in my bed.”
“I’m sorry about—”
“No.” He put a finger to his lips. “Don’t say another word.”
“But I need this job to pay my tuition. Please, don’t fire me. I swear I won’t do anything like this again.”
“I’ll consider it.”
He dipped a finger into the bath then turned the cold water faucet on for a few seconds. He turned both faucets off then grabbed a bottle. The cap popped open and he poured a stream of liquid into the water. As he swirled his hand through the water, a sea of frothy bubbles formed.
“It’s ready.”
She didn’t want to appear too wanton, so she waited for him to leave but he didn’t move. “Are you staying?”
“I think I’ll stay and watch. After all, it is my bathtub.” A hint of a smile played at the edge of his sensual lips.
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“I’ve already seen you naked and you don’t seem to have any shame.”
“If I’d known you were coming home, you wouldn’t have caught me and wouldn’t have seen me naked.”
He crossed the room and grabbed the top of the sheet. “I only saw you in all your naked glory for a few seconds. But it only took a second to see that you have a great body.”
He tugged the sheet out of her hands. She took a step back but he quickly wrapped an arm around her and drew her closer.
“First you’ll take a bath. Then you’ll repay me.”
“How?” She whispered.
His amber eyes sparkled. “I have some ideas.”
He slowly guided the satin sheet down the length of her body. The heat from his palms seared a trail over her breasts, along the hollow of her belly and done her thighs. He was almost on his knees when he finally released the sheet.
She hurried toward the tub and stepped into the hot water. Despite the near scalding temperature, she quickly submerged herself until only her head remained dry.
His amused smirk carried into his tone. “I’m going to prepare a few things. Take as long as you need.”
After he closed the door, the breath she’d been holding whooshed out. She had no idea what he was planning but she’d have to go along with whatever it was. Next semester’s tuition was due in a week and without the money from her job, she’d have to quit college.
***
Grant whistled as he wrapped a pair of handcuffs around a bedpost. How many nights had he lain in bed fantasizing about tying the little tart up and making her come until she begged for mercy?
It was sheer luck that the other boxer cancelled the fight. Grant caught the next flight out of Atlanta and happened to come home at the perfect moment. Any sooner and he wouldn’t have found her in such a compromising position. Any later and, well that frat boy couldn’t have lasted very long with prime pussy splayed out underneath him.
Now he had the opportunity to do anything he wanted to her. But he wasn’t about to do anything to someone unwilling, so he had a few tricks up his sleeves.
He returned to the chest at the end of the bed and riffled through it. He shoved a riding crop to the side and lifted a black leather paddle out of the way. It had to be in here somewhere. He pulled out a brand new feather duster and snickered. Ironic considering she’s the maid, maybe for later.
A small blue egg shaped vibrator lay hidden underneath a ball gag. He fished it out then set it on the nightstand. A perfect implement of torture. It never failed to elicit the most delicious screams from his partners. He couldn’t wait to hear her cries of pleasure.
She seemed to be taking her sweet time in the bath. He wanted to join her but resisted. He couldn’t appear too eager or she’d think she was completely off the hook for tainting the bed with a decidedly pedestrian sexual encounter.
Encounters? God he hoped it was only once. And who fucked in missionary position anymore. With all the porn available on the internet, she should be a little more creative.
He gathered the soiled sheets off the chair where he’d tossed them and stuffed them into a hamper in the closet. She could wash those later.
The sound of water being sucked down the drain drifted from behind the bathroom door. He debated undressing just to see her reaction, but he wanted her to remove each article of clothing, slowly.
The bathroom door swung open. A white towel covered Krista’s curvaceous body. The creamy swell of her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Tendrils of damp auburn hair clung to her heart shaped face. Her hazel eyes regarded him with trepidation.
Her voice wavered when she spoke. “Did you decide?”
“On what?”
“On how I can repay you.”
“Yes. You can spend the rest of the night in my bed.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “By myself?”
He chuckled. “Well that wouldn’t be any fun.”
“So I’ll be in bed with you?”
“Exactly.”
“How’s that a fair deal?”
“It seems completely fair. You violated my space by bringing that boy into my bed and now I will reclaim it. Besides, I don’t think you’re in a position to make any demands right now.”
She crossed her arms under her breasts which only pushed them further toward the top of the towel. “Fine. One night.”
He sauntered across the room to where she stood then ran the back of his hand down one shoulder. “You’ll probably enjoy it.”
She brushed his hand away. “I’m only agreeing because I need this job.”
“You’ll keep your job, but not until you’ve been punished. Now, drop that towel and lay down on the bed.”
When she hesitated, he grabbed the corner and yanked. The towel dropped to the floor. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head then backed her into the nearest wall.
“What the hell?” Her eyes blazed.
“When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”
“Well it’s off now.”
Her defiant attitude sent a ripple of need straight to his cock. Her spirited response made him want to tame her.
Grant cursed the layer of clothing separating them. He should have undressed too, but the prospect of having her do it for him was too enticing.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to release your hands and you’re going to use them to undress me.”
“Yes sir.” She snapped.
He liked the sound of that. Sir. Powerful. He loved power and control more than anything in the world. Those two qualities made him a hell of a fighter. In the ring, power will only get you so far, control is the key. Without it, you waste all your energy throwing punches.
He wasn’t about to waste all his energy sparring with Krista. He needed to finesse her until she willingly surrendered.
He released her wrists and took a small step back from the wall. He intentionally crowded her to maintain control.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on the shirt. Her nails grazed his naked flesh. He sucked in a breath as a tingle of desire coursed across his chest.
The air conditioning kicked on sending cool air throughout the room. His nipples formed taut peaks.
“Someone’s cold.” She teased as she released the last button.
“Why don’t you put that hot mouth of yours on them? Warm them up.”
With her palms, she pushed the shirt over his shoulders. It slid down his back and landed on the floor. She dipped her head and sucked one hard nipple between her lips.
He swayed then grabbed her shoulders to steady himself. The velvety inside of her mouth closed around him. He tipped his head back and reveled in the delicate ministrations of her tongue.
She licked a wet trail across his chest and sucked the other nipple. This time, she pulled it between her teeth and gently tugged. Blood rushed
to fill his cock. The little minx brushed a shoulder against the bulge in his pants. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“Take my—”
Before he could even finish, her hands worked to unhook his belt. She bit down on his nipple hard enough to cause a shock of pain.
He tangled his fingers in her still damp hair and yanked her head back. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Maybe?” She responded with an impish grin.
“Show me how dirty.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Yes sir.”
She pulled the belt completely out of his jeans and tossed it onto the bed. Only a thin pair of boxer shorts prevented him from being totally naked. She dropped to her knees then hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed down. The underwear caught on his rigid cock.
She smiled up at him.
The sight of her on her knees made him impossibly hard. He wanted to stuff his cock into her mouth and make her suck until he came deep in her throat. But there would be time for that. Right now, he wanted to touch her.
He kicked the boxers away. “Get up against the wall.”
She stood and took a step back.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
She complied.
He’s gaze traveled up from the sleek curve of her calves to the taut firm thighs he couldn’t wait to part. The curve of her ass made his mouth go dry. He knew she had a great body under that maid uniform she liked to wear. But he had no idea she was this perfect.
“You have a great body.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Spread your legs a little wider.”
She did and arched her back to expose her pussy. He moved forward and planted a kiss on the nape of her neck. The silky perfection of her flawless skin teased his lips as he nibbled a trail of desire down the length of her spine.
Her sighs of pleasure made him want to taste her. The flick of his tongue against the small of her back elicited a moan so primal, he wanted to push her to the ground and shove his cock all the way up into her hot pussy. But he restrained himself. Instead, he chose to savor every inch of her trembling body.