Mastered by the Hired Man

by Melissa Harlow

  "I never had to tell him what I wanted to do. I never had to say I liked anything. I could pretend I hated every embarrassing, humiliating thing that he required of me even if I secretly liked it. It was never my choice. When I was asked to do the things that I pretended I didn't want to do, it was more exciting. It was my chance to prove how well-trained I was, my chance to prove that I would do anything required of me for his pleasure." Lenore took a deep breath. "I want to do that for you. I want to show you how well I can serve you, give you anything that you want."

  He stared at her, eyes black, brows knitted. Finally he spoke. "I watched you yesterday, through the window."

  Lenore felt a flush of heat on her cheeks. "I hoped that you would."

  "Why?"

  "Because I was tired of you seeing me as Ms. Lenore. I have wanted you since the day that you came here ... then after James died, I didn't want anything. I was ashamed. I felt guilty, I didn't want to admit what I wanted."

  "And now you do?"

  "I want you, Carlos."

  "You are already mine."

  Lenore liked the power in his voice although there was a hesitation just beneath the surface. She laid her hand on her crotch, feeling the hard bulge beneath his jeans. There was no hesitation in his cock, and Lenore tightened her fingers against it, feeling the outline through the layers of fabric.

  "No more Ms. Lenore," she whispered. "I'm not your boss, Carlos, not anymore, not ever again." She pressed her lips against his ear. "You be my boss, Carlos."

  Carlos swallowed hard, and Lenore watched as he tried to summon his courage. Her caressing fingers tried to encourage him as she stroked his cock through his pants.

  "Take it out," he said softly. His voice quivered a bit with uncertainty.

  Lenore knelt over his legs and she worked at undoing his jeans. Her hands were shaking, and she wasn't sure if it was excitement or nerves.

  He lifted his hips as she tugged his underwear down, and his cock sprang out. Lenore just stared for a moment at it, straight and hard, rising up towards her face.

  She breathed heavily, warming his bare skin with her exhale[Chris Hal5] , and licked her lips, waiting. As much as she wanted to taste him he needed to give a command. Lenore sensed he would learn fast about the thrill of power.

  Carlos' hand skimmed through her messy hair, pushing it away from her face.

  "Suck me."

  Lenore lowered her head slowly, gliding him into her mouth like warm liquid. She forced her mouth down on him slowly, determined to show him just how well she could do. Despite her hunger for Carlos, Lenore had a bit of difficulty swallowing all of his cock. The head was thick and lodged in her throat painfully, stretching it open as she struggled to take all of him down. She breathed through her nose, and fought her gag reflex. When her lips were wrapped around the base, and his cock was lodged deep in her throat, she thrust out her tongue, caressing his balls.

  He let out a deep moan and rested his hand on the back of her head. She wished that he would take her head in his hands and use them to guide her at whatever pace he'd like best. She eased her way back up his shaft, savoring the feeling of the silky slick skin and memorizing his unique scent and taste. Guiding it with her hand, Lenore rubbed it all over her face, licking down to his balls, taking them in her mouth.

  Lenore put all of her attention into teasing him then, suckling at the head of his cock, licking circles around it and dipping her tongue into the hole at the tip. Carlos' fingers tightened in her hair as if he wanted to push her, but wasn't sure if he should. He really should, damn it.

  Lenore looked up to his face and met his eyes. Do it Carlos...

  His jaw tensed and his fingers tightened, pulling her hair so tightly that it hurt. He arched his hips up as he pushed her down, slowly at first, up and down. Lenore moved with his hands, letting him guide her exactly the way that he wanted.

  Her lips were wrapped snugly around him, and one of his hands caressed her cheek, his thumb dropping down to touch her lips, as if he needed to feel how tight and stretched they were as he began to move her faster.

  The crotch of her panties brushed on his leg, and Lenore began rubbing against his thigh as Carlos fucked her mouth in earnest. Lenore could taste the bitter saltiness of pre-cum and she sucked eagerly, wanting to taste all he had to give.

  He pulled her head up abruptly and dropped his hips, jerking his cock from her mouth.

  Lenore stared up at him for a few moments, he looked intense. His eyes black, lips pursed tightly, his entire expression stony.

  "Take off your nightgown," he said.

  Lenore stood beside the bed and pulled the ratty gown over her head. She let it fall to the floor by her feet and stood motionless, clad only in her plain white panties. So many sexy pairs in the dresser drawer only four feet from where she stood, and she had to have these ugly things on. Everyone's mother tells them to wear clean underwear – what about sexy ones? Damn, she'd gotten so lazy and sloppy without James to correct her.

  Lenore looked down at Carlos stretched out on the bed. His cock was thick and swollen, but he looked like he was dangerously close to losing his nerve. Lenore almost felt the same way, but she would not let this opportunity slip away.

  She tossed her hair back, and thrust out her chest. Yes, she knew her tits sagged a little. She was almost forty years old, but she also knew by the way he was looking at her that he wasn't thinking about that.

  "Would you like me to take my panties off, Sir?"

  He exhaled so loud that she heard him. Whether it was the thought of her taking her panties off or the idea of her calling him Sir, she'd gotten a definite reaction.

  "Yes, take them off."

  Lenore stepped out of them slowly, aware that her pussy was soaked. She looked over at the dresser and an idea came to her. The dresser was about the perfect height. Lenore turned away from Carlos and bent over the dresser, easing her legs apart and putting herself on full display to him.

  The act was simple, and hadn't been requested, but as Lenore leaned forward on the dresser she was pretty sure this was the most sexually excited that she'd ever been in her life. Her legs shook as she heard the rustle of Carlos getting up from her bed.

  His hand skimmed softly down the curve of her hip, his calluses coarse and scratchy against her skin.

  "Tell me what you want right now, Lenore," he said, with far more confidence than she'd ever heard him say anything before.

  "I want you to fuck me."

  His fingers reached her pussy; his touch was rough and unexpected. He parted her lips with his hand, then he thrust two fingers inside her.

  A long moan escaped her, a whimper of anticipation and of need. "Please..." Her fingers gripped the other side of the dresser.

  He moved closer; she could feel his heat and sense his presence right behind her, as he slowly withdrew those thick fingers. Lenore could feel her muscles clinging to them as they protested the departure.

  His thick cock head pressed against her and she pushed back eagerly.

  The head of his cock stretched her open, and began to work inside of her. Lenore squirmed against him as he teased her, thrusting in an inch or two and then pulling back.

  "Please Carlos," she begged, pushing back against him harder.

  "Please what, Lenore?"

  "Fuck me."

  "I ... I am."

  "Harder," Lenore begged.

  "I don't want to hurt you."

  Lenore pushed back against him insistently. He might not want to hurt her, but if he kept up this teasing, he was going to fucking kill her.

  "You're not going to hurt me. Give it to me, please? I want all of you."

  He surged forward, hard, until she could feel him pressing against her cervix. The sudden impalement took her breath away and made her both wince with pain and shudder with ecstasy.

  He froze for a second. "Okay?"

  Lenore pressed back against him in response, and Carlos thrust forward again. It took him a few minu
tes to develop a steady pace; each time he rammed forward he seemed too gentle the next time, but his cock felt so good that all she could concentrate on was how much she liked it. He held her hips and began to drive into her with an increasing force.

  Pleasure shot up through her belly. She could see his reflection in the dresser's mirror. His head was tipped back, eyes closed. Lenore couldn't stop watching him, reveling in the look of intense pleasure on his face. She realized that the sight of Carlos aroused and fascinated her almost as much as the physical act of what he was doing to her.

  Carlos' rough hands found her hanging breasts, pulling and lightly squeezing, her nipples were plucked and pinched.

  Carlos moved faster, guttural groans ripping from his throat.

  Sweat-soaked skin slapped against sweat-soaked skin. He mercilessly pumped in and out of her, making her beg for more. He filled her so completely, stretched her, in a way that was painful, not unpleasant, but was so deliciously satisfying that she felt possessed, owned by him.

  He thrust into her over and over as she rippled around him, a powerful orgasm taking her breath away. Her mouth opened in a breathless scream and she could feel her insides squeezing his cock.

  Carlos was relentless. Maybe because it had been such a long time and she wasn't remembering right, or maybe because James had never been this young when they were together, but Carlos seemed to continue longer than any man she'd ever been with. Her breasts swayed, nipples rubbing against the cool wood of the dresser top. His large hands gripped her hips tightly again, and he began to thrust with a force she'd never experienced.

  Her mind floated as she watched him in the mirror. The muscles straining in his neck, his arms bulging as his hands held her hips, he was beautiful; there had never been a more beautiful man who'd done this to her. Carlos was perfection. She caught sight of herself, her hair a wild mess, her breasts hanging and swaying. Look at me, James, letting the hired man fuck me in your house!

  His breath came in sharp pants and moans; the sound of his passion drove her lust higher and higher. She squeezed tightly with her muscles, heightening the sensation of him leaving and entering her and causing him to groan and stiffen.

  Lenore came explosively as she felt Carlos jerk and spill inside her. She pressed back against him, as hard as she could, not wanting this to end, afraid that this one time, this one moment, was all that she would ever have with him.

  She treasured the last few moments of his body against hers, feeling his cock beginning to soften inside of her, and then in a slow, wet slide it slipped away.

  Lenore stared in the mirror as she felt him moving away from her. He sat down on the edge of her bed looking down at the floor.

  "We won't do that again," he remarked softly.

  She turned and looked at him; at first shocked at the blunt way he was dismissing her. The shock ebbed to disappointment, and Lenore picked up her ugly nightgown off of the floor. What a stupid idea this had been in the first place. He didn't want her and she was probably going to lose the best employee that she'd ever had. Everything was ruined!

  Carlos lifted his head and stared at her. "You don't need that," he said, gesturing to the nightgown.

  "You just said we won't do that again," Lenore said, feigning indifference that she didn't feel.

  "Come here," he said, in a commanding voice that made her legs weak.

  Hesitantly she moved in front of him.

  "I meant I don't want you from behind. I want to see your face when you come for me, to watch you breathe ... to kiss you. To look at you, admire you, and know that you are mine."

  She gasped, and quickly tried to mask her excitement.

  His eyes roamed slowly up and down her body before locking with hers. "You're a very beautiful woman."

  She wondered when he looked at her if he compared her in his mind to the other women he'd been with. Lenore didn't have low self-esteem, but she wasn't a fool either. She knew what age and gravity had done to her body.

  "I'm sure you've been with many beautiful women," Lenore said softly.

  "You are not just beautiful on the outside," Carlos continued. "You have a beautiful heart." He moved forward slightly. "Sit down here, on my lap."

  Lenore turned and started to sit down.

  "No. I want you facing me," he said.

  Awkwardly Lenore straddled his legs and lowered herself onto Carlos' lap.

  He smiled at her. "I made you come."

  Lenore stared back at him blankly, uncertain if he was asking or commenting.

  "I haven't felt that for a long time. The way it feels when I have pleased a woman, the way your pussy holds me like a squeezing fist. I didn't know if just being with me would be enough." He traced her lips with his bruised thumb, and Lenore kissed it softly. "The last woman I was with, before you, she didn't come like that. Not from my..."

  "Your what?"

  He took a deep breath. "My cock."

  Lenore squinted at him. "You're kidding, right?"

  Carlos shook his head. "Not ever, not for real. She used to pretend to, but after a while she didn't bother to do that anymore."

  "How do you know that?"

  He shrugged. "She told me, she told me that it hurt, that I was too big. I guess I have been worried ever since, worried that I'm no good."

  "You're very good," Lenore said, surprised at how shy she felt telling him that. She took his hand and kissed his thumb again. "Does your thumb still hurt?"

  "It's not bad. I keep banging it into things when I'm working, but other than that, it's okay." He stared at her with a thoughtful expression on his face. "You really care about me, don't you? Not just because of how hard I work, or what I do for you. In the time that I have known you, you have made me feel more appreciated than I have ever felt."

  Lenore smiled. "I wanted to. You deserve to be appreciated."

  He idly traced a circle around her nipple. "But this, this right now, is just because you're lonely."

  Lenore shook her head. "It's not. I mean I've been lonely, but I've been okay with being alone. I haven't wanted anyone." She rested her hand on his face. "Except you. I never wanted anything as much as I wanted you. I felt wrong for even thinking the things that I did about you, first because I was married to James, and then after he died it was worse. I felt guilty, I still feel guilty."

  His lips hovered over hers. "No more guilty. I am going to kiss you again."

  The tiniest nod brought his mouth against hers. At first the kiss was tender, a sweet exploration of lips, then he teased her mouth open with his tongue. He still tasted of coffee, mingled with cigarettes. His gentle kiss became more demanding, his tongue writhing against hers, his arms tightening around her, pulling her tight against him. When it ended, she was breathless.

  "Is this the way you treat all your hired help?" he asked with a wicked smile.

  Lenore felt her face flush warmly.

  "It would be, wouldn't it Lenore? If I tell you to, it will be, won't it? You would do anything I told you to do with Santiago, wouldn't you?"

  It sounded so strange to hear him say her name without the Ms. in front of it, that for a moment she was focused on that and not what he had said. When it finally sank in she shifted on his lap, aware of the way Carlos was looking at her.

  "Yes, for you I would, but I don't want Santiago," she answered truthfully.

  "What do you want, Lenore?"

  She met his gaze without blinking. "You."

  "And what will you do for me?" His eyes were smoldering black coals.

  "Anything."

  "What we just did," Carlos continued, speaking in a tone too soft for the words he said next, "is not what I wanted, but what you wanted, Lenore. I think that when you know what I want, when you see what I am becoming, you will be afraid. I don't think you're capable of doing whatever I want."

  Lenore couldn't help but smile. Carlos had no way of knowing what a ruthless man James had been. Carlos may have seen some pictures but he really didn't know, he
didn't understand how twisted James had been sexually. Maybe that was a good thing – he'd think she was crazy if he knew the things she had begged James to do to her.

  Twenty years with James had twisted her too. She'd learned to enjoy things that most women would cringe to even think about. Whatever it was that Carlos wanted she had no doubt she could give it to him. James had been the real deal – if Carlos wanted to play Master she would encourage him. Maybe one day he would let the man inside of him out.

  "I'm not afraid of you, Carlos. I can take whatever you give me."

  There was no amusement on his face. "You won't take anything." He said softly. "You are going to give – everything."

  He was getting good at this, already he sounded convincing.

  "I will hurt you," he said, sounding sad. "I don't want that to happen, but I know that it will."

  "Carlos, don't you understand? I want you so much that it hurts. Stop worrying about hurting me."

  He stared at her. "You're so innocent."

  Laughter erupted from her before she could stop it. Innocent! Clearly he didn't know a damn thing about her. "I'm not innocent," she declared, finally managing to stop laughing.

  "You have no idea what he's done to me," Carlos said without smiling.

  "Who?"

  "Your husband."

  Lenore leaned her body back, pulling away from him. "Please, don't do this Carlos. I know you didn't like James and I understand why, but please don't talk about him."

  "Why?"

  "Because I loved him ... and I failed him."

  "He's in me now. Inside of my head, in my heart," Carlos said. "I can't make it go away, and I can't make it stop."

  A sliver of fear crept up her back. Carlos' eyes didn't seem right.

  "Stop it!" she said. "You're scaring me."

  "You don't think that this scares me?" he said angrily. "The things he is telling me to do to you?" He drew his breath in. "Tell me the truth. I won't ever make you admit it again, but I want the truth right now. One of those things that you secretly liked, one of those things that you pretended that you didn't like and that you only did for James was being whipped, wasn't it?"