“I wish you wouldn’t.”
“Okay then, but Daniel seems too casual, Mr. Broc way too formal for me.” Her brows knit as she considered the dilemma. “You know, I hardly ever call you any name, I just can’t figure out…” He looked bored with her ramblings. “Anyway…so, I mean,” she stumbled over every word coming out of her mouth, “it really would be okay if you just took me like you want to. I’m good and we’d both enjoy it. Clear the air. No complications, I promise.” She waited, growing anxious in the silence. “Of course, it’s up to you, I just wanted you to know how much I think about your fucking me and how okay I’d be if you wanted that too.”
He didn’t want to hear this. No, not in any way did he want this girl, his housekeeper, coming up with an idea like that. He was ill at ease with the subject and it showed in his expression. “I see, well, I’ll keep it in mind,” he said without any enthusiasm, which was directly contrary to what he was really feeling.
Without the comeback she hoped for, Alice backed out of the room, looking unusually embarrassed. He could have let her off the hook with a more serious response but he wanted to let her stew in her own juices awhile. However, from that moment on, sex was on the table, sitting before them like the best truffle, the creamiest cheese cake or the richest doughnut—the smell, the touch, the taste, enough to make the yearning fester in them both. The confection could sit there and rot, or make them salivate until they finally dove in and ate.
Alice was fuming again a day or so later, muttering as she worked her way through the kitchen with her sponge and disinfectant.
“I thought now that the subject of sex is out in the open, you’d be less testy,” Daniel remarked as he passed through the kitchen and heard her grumbling. “What did I do this time?”
“Well, it just so happens that my mood has nothing to do with you, Mr. Broc.”
“Ah, it’s Mr. Broc today,” he said, not hiding his amusement. She looked especially sexy in her shorts and flimsy blouse—either that or he was especially horny. He could feel his organ trying to stiffen inside his pants—though this was a physical response that he’d learned to control, and once again he suppressed the natural urge. However, if he were right about the next few minutes, he wouldn’t have to quash it for long. “My day has gone rather well,” his lips broke into a wry smile, “I’ve been watching you work, thinking of squeezing those ass cheeks in the palm of my hands while I ream your ass.”
She looked shocked at first, then excitedly anxious. Her sour mood instantly departed and she practically fell into him, begging, “Oh, would you?”
He thought a moment, trying not to laugh at the blatant request, then he strung her out for the next several seconds, putting on a good show of looking thoughtful, which turned dark and brooding when he finally spoke. “Well then, Alice, how about you bend over like you were before, I’m certainly not going to fuck you face to face.”
Despite his sudden change in mood, Alice finally cracked a smile, turned around and presented her ass.
Daniel took one look at her behind, enjoying the sight of the leggy blonde, from her ankles to the plump mounds of flesh at the bottom on her shorts. Taking a step forward, he yanked on the shorts and let them drop to her ankles, immediately noticing that her cheeks were every bit as round and firm and pink as he’d imagined them. They swayed gently before him and he couldn’t wait to pry them apart and plunge into those nether regions. Months of holding back his desire for her seemed to collide in him all at once, in one brusque move breaking down every barrier he’d erected to keep himself from a moment like this one. Grabbing the butter dish from the counter, he swiped his fingers through the greasy yellow bar and slathered it down her anal crack, poking one finger in her asshole as he lubed her from top to bottom. She didn’t flinch even a second when he pressed two fingers into the same hole; in fact, she immediately groaned with enthusiasm and began to grind her ass against his hand, softly seething, “Oh, yes, stick it in… yes, yes, yes…”
He pulled his hand away and smacked both cheeks. Then opening his fly he pulled his throbbing organ from inside and thrust forward feeling the stiff muscle slide into the tight hole and go deep until his groin was nestled against her ass. He held on to one tit and one ass cheek, keeping a steady rhythm to his thrusts while listening to the theatrical sound of her cries grow in volume the longer he banged away in her behind.
Finally, “Ooo, you fuckin’ asshole!” blared through the kitchen with her voice rising hot and urgent as she began to come, “Do it, yeah, baby do it, do it, DO IT! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.” She twisted so hard he thought she’d tear herself apart. Though it took some strength to keep the raunchy girl from jerking out his penis, he bore down, taking both hips in his fists and thrusting till he felt his cock about to ejaculate. He rammed her asshole three times more before the final plunge when, for one split second, they both seemed to freeze. When that drawn out moment finally passed, he shot his seed deep, letting out a guttural grunt, while Alice began again with her, “Yeah, yeah, baby more,” as if the insatiable slut could go on forever.
A few uneasy moments of silence followed. At last, he handed her a towel, plucked the discarded shorts from the floor and tossed them in her direction as she was heading toward the bathroom.
“That good enough to break the ice?” he called to her. She looked back and smiled.
“In my other life, you would have cleaned me up with your mouth,” he added.
Her smile morphed from grateful to sardonic. “You trying to shock me or something?”
“Why the hell would I even try? You’ve obviously been round every sexual bend, I should have just shoved you to the floor at my feet.”
He left her standing at the kitchen door with a bewildered look on her face.
She was a lot of talk, a lot of mischief, a lot of fun, he concluded. But a frequent fuck? He doubted that sort of arrangement would work in the scheme of his life. He liked how she took on her job without needing micromanaging. He couldn’t even quarrel with the food. But just because they could have explosive sex didn’t mean that it would be a good idea, and with so much else in her favor, he wasn’t about to allow sex to destroy their simple regime with the emotional demands of lovers.
Daniel didn’t screw her again for nearly a month, not until the air between them was prickly with lust and they’d spent nearly a week trying to ignore the fact and its implications. But nothing about the second—or the third, fourth or fifth—time would be as deliberately managed by the horny little vixen. She could finagle and manipulate and send up signals all she liked, but she’d get the sex she wanted only when he made the decision, and that decision had little to do with how horny he was. For Daniel it was a matter of control.
The second time he took her, she was passing through his office with her duster working its way along the chair rail and bookcases, quietly, so as not to disturb his concentration. Though his eyes seemed locked on the computer screen, his whole being was attuned to her sensuous womanliness. Sex had been in his mind since he’d flipped through the TV offerings the night before and a cheesy soft core porn flick on one of the adult channels reminded him that he’d not had any sex in nearly a week. Now every move Alice made he felt in his gut and cock, while she remained oblivious to him, her mind deep in thought, thoughts he was certain were not aimed at him. When he abruptly pulled from his chair and stood, he surprised her with the quick movement, and pretty much shocked her when he shoved her against the wall, her back hitting with a thud.
“Hands beside your head!” he demanded.
She stared at him, overcome with shock, then finally, cautiously, raised her hands and rested them against the wall on either side of her face, her palms facing out like a criminal under arrest.
He appraised her with a critical eye making her even more nervous than she already was. Moving deeper into his authoritarian persona he drilled her with the same kind of threatening stare he used so effectively when he was training females for their lives as sl
aves. “I’ve never seen you naked.” An observation? A desire? A command? It was almost a game with him to see how she’d respond. He realized that he could have done better with the foreplay—considering that having sex with her had been his aim and he had no assurance that she would react positively to this fierce display of masculine bravado.
To his surprise she was surprisingly compliant.
“But you want me naked now?” she asked.
He didn’t reply. Just stared.
She waited, maybe twenty seconds, then with her eyes still glued to his face, she started stripping, pushing her shorts down her hips and tossing her grey sweater to a nearby chair. Left in nothing but her panties—she’d worn no bra—she hesitated a second. She was so nervous that her hands began to shake but without further prompting she lifted the waistband of her bikinis and slid them down her thighs, displaying her neatly trimmed pubic mound—she was obviously not a natural blonde. His body immediately reacted to the dark swath of pubic hair and the glistening pubes below.
“Now finger yourself, I want you wet.”
“But I’m always wet,” she came right back.
“Do it anyway.”
Her further hesitation was notable; despite her ‘out there’ manner, she did have some sense of shame and to have her masturbate before him would be equivalent to knowingly giving herself over to his control. She couldn’t consider this just a happy accident.
He’d once been a master of silences—lay a woman away with a direct command then wait for her compliance, or rebellion in some cases. The silences in any confrontation were the most intriguing to him. Too many men couldn’t tolerate the quiet, the wondering, the mystery going on inside a woman’s brain, the unknown finale. But this sort of standoff didn’t faze him; he’d gone on for hours in this vein with recalcitrant and belligerent females—and won every time. That’s not to say he didn’t wield considerable clout over the lives of the slaves that had come through his operation. Their compliance was inevitable. But he’d found that the same techniques worked as well with women who weren’t under duress and believing that he held their lives in his hands.
Just as he hoped, Alice finally put her right hand against her pussy and began to vigorously rub the shaved pink folds of flesh. It took a few seconds for her to get into a sexual mood. Perhaps more about nerves than desire. Soon her head fell back against the wall and her eyes began to close as the arousal in her swelled. He could almost see the desire rise up like a cloud, then suddenly, she came back to the present and flashed Daniel an angry: “Dammit, Broc, you’re not fair, getting me turned on like this.”
He slapped down the urge to laugh and descended on her fragrant body, which reeked of everything from sex to disinfectant to furniture polish, patchouli and pot. The scents combined, all the aphrodisiac he needed, driving his cock right at her gleaming wet pussy and into the divine cavern, which instantly tightened on his cock with the first thrust. She fucked him as boisterously as before—maybe a little more subdued, more submissive than when he fucked her in the rear—and she started coming from that initial thrust and didn’t stop until after he’d withdrawn. He dropped down to a chair when he was done, while she sank to the hardwood floor and sighed.
“You need more warning next time?” he said when he revived.
She stared up at him. “No,” spoken without emotion, then she cracked a smile. “No, this was good. You’re actually better than I’d thought you’d be.”
He raised his brows, wondering what that meant, but he didn’t require an explanation.
Their fucks were infrequent, but always explosive and draining. Afterwards, they resumed their work with both in better spirits though neither one would be ready to go at it again for another few weeks.
Daniel had been mostly pleased with the way his relationship with Alice had evolved. She’d been a happy accident in his transition, an efficient maid, and a damn fine fuck.
Chapter Four
House Rules
“You are one smart cookie,” Daniel said, as he stood by the door of his living room and watched the girl as she whipped through the magazines on his coffee table. These were compliments of Valerie who thought his house needed a feminine touch—for what purpose, he wasn’t sure. Alice might have added to the stack with her gardening and organic cooking magazines but he hadn’t bothered to look. He actively avoided them all. When he read, which wasn’t often, he chose historical treatises and the occasional spy thriller—although rarely did he find one that matched the intrigue of his own life.
Lisle’s perusal of the cast off periodicals was surprisingly zealous as if she were
looking for something specific while carefully leafing through each page. He thought of the magazine pictures taped to the kennel wall.
“You can take those to your room if you like. Or read them here. They’re not actually mine, a friend thought my house needed the refinement but they hold no interest for me. However, right now we need to talk.” He sauntered forward and sat down in his leather reading chair.
The girl looked up, closing the magazine in her lap.
“I’m going to be straight with you, Lisle. Whatever complaint you had with Lady M…what ultimately brought you to my house, I consider a deliberate attempt on your part to manipulate the outcome of today’s plans. A good submissive would have done what she was told ,and stayed where she was told to stay, whether she liked it or not.” The accusation stung, causing a momentary wrinkle in the girl’s blank stare. “I conceded to bring you here only because Lisle is an unknown quantity to Marcus and me. While he’s away, you’re going to fill in the blanks so suitable arrangements can be made for your future. Lady M may still be an option.” The girl winced more obviously this time. “You said you knew her?”
She nodded.
“Well if you have an opinion to state about the woman or any other matter regarding your future, I’d like to hear it, otherwise, plans will be made without your input and you may not like the result. Your days of being a brainless submissive are over.”
“I’ve never been a brainless submissive,” she suddenly spoke.
Her unexpected comment took him by surprise. There was something fierce, proud, even defiant about the declaration.
“Why don’t you tell me about that?” he returned.
As quickly as her emotions surfaced they retreated to the hidden place within her and she seemed determined not to speak.
“Fine,” he said tersely. “We’ll explore that at another time. For now, we’ll get you settled in the house and familiar with the rules.” Since they left Lady M’s, his mind had been occupied with the strategic arrangements critical to this venture. Having a houseguest had not been in his plans and he wasn’t crazy about the prospect, but he would see this through—penance maybe for all his previous crimes against the fair sex. He might deal with the girl more humanely than he would other women but he wasn’t about to compromise his own life for any female.
“I run this house. My word is law. But am not your master nor is making you my slave my goal. I don’t need a slave and I don’t want one. I can be your guide, a friend, a counselor. I’ll help you find a new life that suits you, but what’s between us will be strictly platonic.” As sane and rational as his arguments were, the words he spoke were unnatural to him, far from the hard and commanding speech he used when speaking to subservient females—or any female for that matter. “Is that understood?”
He looked her in the eye and she looked right back and nodded.
“You’ll have your own room, your own bed. I’ll provide clothes and food, books, TV, whatever you need. There’s a garden in back, not very well kept, but you’re welcome to use it when the weather is good. In a few days I’ll take you shopping if you like, to the library, whatever suits you. You need to start thinking about how you’d like your life to look. School? Job? You’ll probably need some preparation for this. Or if you want to remain entrenched in the D/s lifestyle then we’ll look at options there. I’m su
re there are kind and competent masters who will be happy to have a compliant female serving in their household.” He paused. Seeing her almost blank expression he wondered if anything he’d said had gotten through. “So, Lisle, do you understand the plan?”
“I’m not stupid.”
“Yes, I know you’re not. You don’t like to talk much, I get that. That’s actually one of the reasons I consented to this. I can’t abide women who run off at the mouth so your silences will be welcome. But we will need to communicate beyond head nods and grimaces. When I ask you a direct question, I expect you to answer me—in words. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you don’t have to refer to me as ‘sir.’”
“Yes, sir.”
He couldn’t be certain if this was another subtle act of defiance or just habit. Though he would have preferred she not use the formal ‘sir’, he wouldn’t fight her on the issue. He honestly couldn’t imagine her doing anything else. Behavioral programming of the kind she was likely subjected to would have worn deep fissures in her psyche that might never be changed, a reality he didn’t like but would accept.
He went on: “I have a housekeeper. Alice. You’ll meet her in the morning. You won’t be able to avoid her, I’m afraid. But she’s a good soul and she’ll no doubt have plenty to say about your life. I hope you’ll get along because I could see her becoming a friend. And good friends are what you need most right now.”
The girl shook her head and looked down.
“Why are you shaking your head?” he nearly snapped.
She looked up in the same mysterious way she had so many times that day. The stare would be followed by an unfathomable silence but he couldn’t let her win this one. “I asked you a question, young lady. Why do shake your head when I’m talking about friends?”
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