Maisy's Keeper

by Saffron Hayes

  It burned for just a split second, then became a warm caress. She shifted back to the position she’d been instructed to stay in and felt the little rivulet crack.

  “More?”

  “Yes please, Sir.”

  “Stay very still, little Maisy.”

  She wriggled her arse, giggling when he smacked it, then settled into the position he’d specified, waiting quietly for the next drop.

  He let her wait. Perhaps testing her to see if she’d break orders again and move or speak. No, now the fear of the unknown had lifted she was determined to take it like a good girl.

  The next searing drop felt the same as the last. It landed and cooled in seconds. He let one, two, three the same drop up the centre of her back and she sighed happily. The light sting was well worth the warming caress that followed.

  “Good,” He said, “let’s see how much you can take.”

  “Sir, I-” His hand cracked down on her arse with a stinging crack.

  “Unless you’re using a safe word I want you to be silent, little Maisy.”

  She huffed out a breath. Jesus fucking Christ, it hurt when he really spanked her.

  He took her painful recovery time as silent agreement, it seemed. He rubbed an oily hand over the spot he’d spanked, then let three drops of wax drop on the pinkened spot in quick succession.

  She hissed at the sudden, shocking sting. Dan rubbed her shoulder soothingly, and as he did so the pain eased into a more intense warmth than she’d felt with the other drops.

  When she relaxed he started again. He concentrated on her arse at first. Letting one drop after another land on her glistening cheeks. He gradually upped the intensity, holding the candle closer to her body by millimetres each time then lifting it up again when she wriggled with too much discomfort.

  Likewise, he sped up the drops until the stings barely had time to ease before the next one landed. Her arse was covered in dripping, warm, half set wax by the time he stopped the sensuous onslaught.

  Maisy moaned softly when he stopped, pulled from the happy cycle of pain and pleasurable warmth. He knelt in front of her so she could see his face.

  “Do you want more?”

  “God yes!”

  Dan chuckled at her eagerness. “I’m glad you like it. We’re going to move you forward a little, that’s it. Now roll onto your back.”

  She wrinkled her nose as she felt the wax on her arse crack. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, just very strange.

  “Lie back, there’s my girl.” He poured more baby oil onto her front - less shocking when she could see him coming - and began massaging her breasts.

  All the sensual warmth she’d felt from the earlier wax suddenly became intensely erotic. Her sensitive nerves wakened under his hands and she felt herself grow wet.

  Would he touch her today? God, she really hoped so, there was no way she’d get through tonight without coming. He smoothed the oil down onto her stomach and up her ribcage, then went back to her breasts. Playing with her nipples and enjoying the weight of her in his hands.

  She smiled, men were predictable really, whatever their more obscure sexual preferences.

  “Enjoying yourself, little Maisy?” He asked, noticing her expression.

  “Not as much as you, Sir.” She said, made brave by his obvious enjoyment of her body.

  He grinned, “Is that right?”

  She couldn’t resist pouting a little when he removed his hands and moved back round to her head. He bent to kiss her briefly - too briefly - then said, “Open your mouth.”

  She did, obeying automatically before she’d had time to process the order. Her eyes widened when he undid his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. “Seeing as I’m enjoying my little sub’s body so much I think she’d better do something about it.”

  She nodded eagerly and leaned her head back, opening her mouth as wide as she could. She’d fantasised about pleasing him with her mouth - she was good at it and something in her just wanted to give Dan as much pleasure as he gave her.

  He gave her the thick head of his cock and she sucked it gently, trying to get as much of him in her mouth as possible. Slowly, too slowly, he pushed in until half of him was sheathed in her hot wet mouth.

  She could see him watching her, assessing her comfort level. She could take more, she wanted to take more. She tried to tell him so by wriggling her body up

  “No darling, you’ll be glad when you’re feeling the wax too.”

  She stilled. He was going to carry on pouring wax on her while she had his cock in her mouth? What if he made her jump with the pain and she bit him or something awful. Her panic must have shown in her eyes because he grinned, “You’ll be very careful, sweetheart.”

  He picked up a candle - purple - and held it high about her chest, not tilting it yet. Just holding it where she could see it.

  “Suck,” he ordered. She obeyed. Swirling her tongue around the head, lapping up the sweet salty liquid at the tip.

  “Fucking hell,” he growled, and began to thrust gently in and out of her mouth. He never went further than half way, which she discovered she was grateful for after all because of the angle her head was at. She closed her eyes and concentrated on pleasuring him. Relishing the taste of him and the thick, pulsing sensation when he thrust in. She moaned around his cock when his free hand settled on one oiled nipple, pinching it hard then rubbing the hurt away.

  “Beware of wax, Maisy.” He said, only the slightest huskiness in his voice giving away how turned on he was.

  She sucked a little harder than she had been and opened her eyes, meeting his lusty gaze and hoping he’d interpret that as ‘full speed ahead.’

  “Good girl,” he grinned, then the first drop of purple wax landed on her nipple. She felt the sensitive skin pucker under the slight sting, felt the ensuing warmth travel to her clit like a lightning bolt. He released the other nipple and lifted the candle above it, “Suck.”

  She realised she’d been so absorbed in the sensation of the wax she’d stopped paying attention to his cock. She closed her eyes and focused on licking and sucking him, moaning around him when the next drop landed, but staying on task.

  He pulled away and she whimpered.

  “Spread your legs.” He walked to the storage cubbies and rummaged in a drawer.

  She obeyed. Would he fuck her? Oh please, please let him fuck me, she thought.

  The skin that wasn’t covered in wax was just a little chilly, making every drop of warmth as comforting as it was erotic.

  Cold lube drizzled between her legs, quickly warmed by his fingers. He massaged around her hole and clit, just titillating, not enough to get her off.

  “Sir, I need you.” She said, hating how whiny she sounded.

  “Shhh. I know, little Maisy.” He plunged one finger into her, then another, stroking her gently, stretching her just a little. The she heard the crinkly noise of a package opening. “I think you’ll like this.”

  She lifted her head to watch what he was doing.

  “Head down.”

  She obeyed and clenched her fists, desperately wanting to see what he was doing.

  “You’ve been a very good girl, Maisy. That’s why you get to try this.” As he spoke he slid something hard and firm inside her. The ‘C’ shaped device fitted snugly against her g-spot and her clit at the same time. He put it in position then carried on fucking her slowly with his fingers.

  “I think I’ll fuck you like this one day. I wonder how you’d feel with a butt plug, me, and this toy in all at once.”

  She clenched around him and he laughed, “I think that’s a yes. I’m almost tempted to change today’s plans.”

  She nodded and wriggled on the table, wanting more, needing more stimulation now she felt full.

  “No love, not today. We’re going to see how hard this-” he withdrew his fingers and flicked a switch on the vibrator, “Can make my little sub come.”

  Maisy’s back arched as the device sprang into life. The
internal arm rotated slowly as it vibrated, keeping insistent, rhythmic pressure on her g-spot, keeping her feeling full, while the external arm pressed firmly against her hard clit.

  It’d be too much if it wasn’t vibrating in a wave pattern, making the sensations intense, but bearable. Building rather than overwhelming.

  “Yes, I think you like that.”

  She gave a frustrated mewl and reached for him, needing him to touch her, fill her - to do anything.

  “I think you’ve been moving around far too much, subbie.”

  “Hey!”

  He attached long, wide straps to the rings on the floor around the bed and tightened them until her torso was firmly tied down. Her knees were still up, exposing her filled body to him, but her arms and belly were held down so she couldn’t move, only wriggle.

  When he stepped back and looked her bound form over she felt a rush of pleasure. Being bound by him, for his desire, was a heady rush she’d never get enough of.

  “There’s my good girl.” He bent by her head and kissed her long and hard, then pulled away. She saw him pick up the candle again. “Open.”

  She opened her mouth and took his cock gratefully. Focusing on sucking as much of his length as he’d give her, running her flat tongue across the underside of his cock, teasing him so she didn’t have to think about the insistent pulsing in her cunt.

  She knew she’d come like this, but she wanted to get him off first, wanted to give him something.

  She’d forgotten about the candle by the time she felt the next burning drop. She cried out when he let five drops land on her chest leading up from her navel. They were closer to her skin than before, but the pain drifted away almost instantly and the sensations merged with the intense pleasure that was coming in waves.

  He lifted the candle a little and let drops land fast in circles around her left breast. She began sucking him again, feeling the heat and warmth and vibrations combine until she was all sensation.

  Before the drops hit her nipple he switched to circling the right breast. She moaned and sucked him harder, her hips lifting against the bottom restraint in a useless attempt to get away from the driving vibrations leading her to inevitable orgasm.

  He pulled out from her mouth and she moaned, her distraction gone. He poured a heavy puddle of wax over her right nipple. Not a drop, a wave of burning sensation. She cried out and arched, then felt the restraints holding her down and felt another wave of pleasure at being controlled, bound, his.

  She looked up and saw him watching her, the candle in one hand, stroking his cock with the other. She heard his dark, guttural moan as he came, felt the hot spurts of his pleasure landing on her chest become cold as true burning heat landed on her left nipple.

  The pulsing in her cunt reached a crescendo and she screamed her release as he poured the hot wax on her left nipple and it merged with the evidence of his pleasure. The vibrations were relentless and she shuddered for longer than she’d thought possible.

  “Please turn it off, please, please, please.”

  He put the candle aside and walked round to her legs, taking far more time than was necessary, pausing to unclip the restraints. He finally got there and switched the vibrations off, pulled the toy out, and eased the loss by flicking his tongue over her aching clit. She jerked violently intense sensation. He stood and caressed her knee. “Look at you.”

  She lifted her head and looked down at her panting chest, covered in sensuous rivulets of drying wax and his come. She’d been used as a canvas for his pleasure, bound, used - and she’d loved every second.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Chapter 22

  Bad News

  Maisy had been waiting in the conference room with Michael and John – Michael’s university buddy and incompetent second in command – for far too long. She usually avoided spending any time alone with the two of them. They were not pleasant company.

  Maisy was sure that Claude greeted the others the European way just so he could kiss her cheek and give her hands a reassuring squeeze. She’d never been good at hiding nerves, but Claude couldn’t know what was causing them yet.

  If Claude was surprised when Michael, not Maisy, stood to give the presentation he didn’t let it show. He smiled politely and nodded as Michael began to lay out his pitch.

  However, as the pitch continued and Claude realised that Maisy’s ideas were absent, he wore a cold frown. Maisy kept her eyes on the projection screen as much as possible, monitoring Claude’s reactions, but not wanting to get caught doing so.

  She saw Claude shake his head in that disappointed way he had, she’d seen it devastate submissives in the club, so she wasn’t surprised that Michael stumbled over his words momentarily.

  “So, that’s not the only option,” he continued, finding his clueless stride again with the ease of the preternaturally confident. “We also specialise in charming retro themes.”

  Claude raised an eyebrow, apparently anticipating that he didn’t share a definition of ‘charming’ or ‘retro’ with this man.

  This was humiliating. Maisy shrunk back in her seat, no longer looking at Claude for his reactions because she could feel his eyes on her. The projector displayed garish images of ‘Under the Sea’ events the company had thrown with their ancient decorations. They looked even more cheap and tacky in the black and white photos that Michael had inexplicably chosen.

  “Enough.” Claude said, interrupting Michael mid-bullshit.

  Maisy looked up and saw Claude looking at her expectantly. Oh God. She couldn’t just say nothing, “Claude, Mr. Leroy, we have a team orientated approach here, but-”

  “That’s enough, Maisy,” Michael said, the venom in his words echoed on his face for just a moment before he smoothed his features to the usual false grin.

  Claude looked between the two of them, then at John who was texting under the table, apparently unaware that anything had gone awry with the presentation.

  “What happened to your plans, Maisy?” Claude asked quietly. “I understood you had been working on something.”

  “Yes, yes I was, but as I was saying, we have a team orientated approach here and some plans never make it to the client.”

  “It’s so you only get the best, Monsieur Leroy,” Michael simpered, his affected pronunciation sounded like a sneer.

  “I see.” Claude smiled, but Maisy could tell he was annoyed, “Well, if it is okay with you gentlemen, I’d like to see Miss. Bennett’s presentation too.”

  Michael glanced at John who’d finally looked up from his phone, waiting for someone to return order to proceedings.

  “If you insist,” John said, his false smile dimming as he realised the wealthy Mr. Leroy was less than impressed with his company’s offerings. “Go on then, sweetheart.”

  Maisy bristled at the unwelcome endearment, but brushed it aside along with Michael’s poorly concealed smirk

  Maisy gave her presentation with only the rough sketches and notes she’d made in her personal notepad. She steadfastly avoided looking at Michael and John, instead focusing on Claude, who was listening intently. If she focused on his kind eyes she could almost pretend she was at Club Drift, not in the old conference room that’d hardly been used since Michael Snr. died.

  “That’s it. I really must apologise for the lack of proper presentation, I didn’t think I’d get a chance to show you and -”

  “That is more than fine, Miss. Bennett.” Claude smiled at her briefly then stood, ready to leave the room. He shook Maisy’s hand and said, “We’ll speak later,” so quietly that the other men couldn’t have heard.

  “Thank you, gentleman. I’ll be in touch.” He shook their hands too, but only out of politeness.

  As soon as Claude turned the corner John rounded on Maisy, “Well, that was a waste of time. Remind me not to follow your leads again. A moment, Michael? I want to go over the Montague christening thing quickly.”

  They left Maisy sitting in the empty room feeling more embarrassed th
an she’d ever felt in her adult life. If only that idiot hadn’t steamrollered her, if only she’d prepared something more thorough just in case, if only she’d never offered to help Claude in the first place.

  She’d mixed the club, her sanctuary, with her shambolic work life. What if Claude thought less of her now he’d seen her colleagues walk all over her? Or now he’d seen her bare bones pitch?

  3 p.m. Too early to slink away and hide in a dressing gown with a bottle of wine. Bollocks. Reluctantly, Maisy held her head high, pasted on a smile, and went back to her desk.

  DIVING INTO WORK HELPED take her mind off things. She’d taken a handful of enquiries, received a card from a happy client, and sorted out most of the supplier admin for the week by the time 5 p.m. rolled around.

  Maisy signed out of her email account and gathered her things, she was already thinking about seeing Dan at the club and, slightly more anxiously, seeing Claude.

  What had he meant when he said they’d talk later? Was he disappointed in her for wasting his time? Interested in her pitch? Interested in Michael’s pitch?

  Unfortunately, what with Claude’s inscrutable politeness earlier she wouldn’t know until she’d spoken to him. She resolved to wear something that’d make her feel confident tonight, seeing as she wasn’t sure what she’d find waiting for her at Drift.

  The office was pretty much empty and the clock had reached 5:40. Huh, those last few jobs must’ve taken longer than she’d thought. She really needed to get a wriggle on if she wanted to bathe before going out tonight.

  Her mental run through of getting-ready tasks was interrupted by Michael’s pallid grin. He stepped out of John’s office, reeking of whiskey, as she passed the door. She moved to pass him, not even bothering with the usual polite smile, but he blocked her way.

  “Excuse me, please,” she said, voice bright and louder than usual. She could see John’s legs behind Michael in the doorway, was he listening? Asleep?

  “You’re fucking useless, you are. Good job you’ve got a good pair of tits”