by Kelly Myers
“Put the French maid costume on.”
“Yes daddy.”
I got it on. The outfit pushed my breasts together, and the plunging neckline showed it off. The skirt barely covered my backside, and the panties were crotchless.
“Let me see your hands.”
I held them out, and he tied them together with some of his silk ribbons. While I waited, he went and got a wooden chair from the kitchen. He sat down in it, and tugged me over his lap. First, he flipped my skirt up.
The feeling of having my skirt flipped up, and him teasing me, was far different than the punishment. I felt no apprehension, only anticipation.
“As my maid, you’re supposed to clean. I caught you out by the pool, sunning yourself.”
Oh so he wanted to start a little role play. I had read about that in the book he gave me. “I’m sorry Daddy. The pool water just looked so nice, and the sun felt so good.”
“Do you often ignore your cleaning duties so you can frolic in the pool?”
I almost laughed; he was laying it on so thick, but I bit down on my tongue. I didn’t want to ruin the mood. “No Daddy.”
His finger passed over the open spot in my crotchless panties that he'd also bought at the store, and all amusement fled, replaced by sheer arousal.
“What do you think needs to happen to girls who don’t do their work?”
“They should get another chance. Daddy, I promise it won’t happen again.”
“This was your fourth chance. Each time you’re supposed to be working, I find you out by the pool. It has to stop.”
I wiggled my ass. “I promise it will.”
“No more promises. I’m going to spank your little bottom until it’s so red you can’t sit down by the pool. You’ll have to stand up and do all your work.”
I kicked my legs. “No Daddy. Don’t spank me. I’ll be good.”
His finger rubbed over my clit. “You will be. I’m going to make sure of it.” His hand landed on my bottom with a solid thwack.
“Ow Daddy. It hurts.”
“It's supposed to hurt. I’m going to tan your little bottom with my hand.”
“No, Daddy.” I thrashed around, and even with my wrists tied together I was able to squirm quite a bit.
“Be still, or I’ll get the brush.”
I didn’t think he would, not for a pleasurable punishment, but just in case, I stopped moving and let my body go limp.
His hand continued warming up my ass. This time, the slaps were lighter, and they landed all over my bottom in a pattern that I couldn’t anticipate. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it did sting. But each slap of his hand sent an electric charge to my clit. The pleasurable spanking definitely worked for me, and I was desperate to come.
As his hand landed for the tenth slap, I felt a gush of slick leave my pussy. I moaned. I’d been left unsatisfied for days on end. It was my own fault, but I was so ready. “Daddy, please,” I begged. “Please let me come.”
“Not yet. You’ll come when I tell you to come.”
I bucked my body back and forth, trying to get some friction for either my nipples or my pussy. But his large hand came down on the back of my neck and squeezed. “You’re being a naughty girl, moving around and trying to get yourself off. I’m going to have to restrain you to teach you a lesson.”
I couldn't wait to try the new restraints we’d bought. The book explained why some people liked the sensation of being tied up during sex, and that definitely applied to me.
He hauled me up upright and I saw stars as all the blood rushed away from my head. “Now that your bottom is red, I’m going to fuck your pussy.” He lifted me onto the bed and grabbed the new set of restraints, the ones that would hold my legs open in the air, in a V shape. He secured my legs and my wrists. This was the most immobile position I had ever been in. I could turn my head, and wiggle my arms and legs, but I couldn’t get up, and I couldn’t roll over.
There was no silk ribbon for me to yank on to untie the restraints. I was completely helpless.
And, I found that I really liked the vulnerable feeling it created. I found that being restrained by Luke gave me an extra boost of endorphins, just like the book explained, and soon I felt like I was floating.
He didn’t remove any part of my French maid outfit, but he did pull my breasts from the top of the costume so that they were bare. And, thanks to the crotchless panties, my pussy was exposed and wide open.
“I think good little maids would like to have nipple clamps,” Luke said.
I nodded. “Yes.” I was incapable of thinking that much. All I could do was revel in the floaty feeling that was happening to me.
He fastened the clamp over my nipple. I gasped. It stung, but I soon adjusted to the feeling, and it was amazing. It was like having Luke pinch my nipple, but a hundred times more intense.
“Do you want the other?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy, please.”
Just as the spanking had been a direct line to my clit, so was the pressure on my nipple. I could almost come just from the feeling in my nipples alone. My head spun, and I felt like I was lifting up off the bed. Time seemed to stand still as he fastened the other clamp onto my nipple.
I needed to let Luke know. “I feel like I’m up in the air, Daddy.”
“You’re feeling floaty?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then we’re doing something right,” he said. “Now I’m going to stretch out your little pussy so I don’t hurt it.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled, relishing the feeling of soaring that I was experiencing. I was aware of Luke’s fingers parting my folds and probing my inner walls, and pushing two fingers into my entrance. Finally, he pulled his hand away, and I opened my eyes.
I watched as my Daddy shed his clothes. His magnificent body was all for me. Maybe not forever, but for now. He grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his thick cock.
“I’m going to fill you up now,” he said. He rolled a condom on, and he thrust his cock into my pussy, and I screamed. He lay on top of me, and I could feel every part of his muscled body. His firm chest was on mine, gently rubbing against the nipple clamps. His chiseled stomach brushed over mine as he thrust, and his hips rolled, plunging his cock in and out of me.
“Can I come?” I begged.
“Yes, come when you’re ready.”
With his permission, I let go. He hadn’t even touched my clit, but his cock was hitting my g-spot and with the angle, his thrusts kept me right on the edge.
“I love you, Daddy,” I screamed as my orgasm overtook me.
He didn’t say it back. But that was okay. I loved him, and he took care of me. Passion flooded my body, and wave after wave crashed through. I was close to passing out, just from sheer pleasure.
I was vaguely aware of him kissing me. “You’re not allowed to see any other men. Not even if you ask permission. You’re mine.”
“Yes, Daddy. Does the same go for you?” I mumbled, half asleep.
“Yes, it does sweetheart. You’re my good girl,” he said as he came with a roar, and that was all I remembered.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Luke
How the fuck had I gotten so lucky? Eden lay on the bed in front underneath me, and I stayed inside her body until my cock softened. When I pulled out, she was still passed out, but her breathing was fine. I checked her pulse, which was also fine.
She’d gone down into subspace, and she’d come so hard she’d passed out. I’d done that for her, but most of the credit lay with her.
She was brave, and daring, and responsive, all while being naturally submissive. She had allowed me to buy her the toys and outfits, and then try them out with her, which was impressive for a novice, someone who’d been a virgin just a few short weeks ago.
She’d also told me she loved me.
That wasn’t a problem exactly. I loved her too, and I’d been aware of that fact. But this relationship was supposed to be fun for us both. I had just ended
a god-awful marriage, and I had no desire to ever do it again.
And she’d never been with a man before, and she was about to start college soon. None of these facts led to us having a long-term relationship.
So when she’d told me she loved me, I’d frozen internally. I’d had no idea what to say, so I’d said nothing. She’d uttered the words during our lovemaking, and I wasn’t even sure she knew what she was saying.
If she said it again, then I could address it. How I’d address it, I wasn’t sure.
I pulled out and disposed of the condom, taking a moment to look over her body. I would never photograph her without her permission, but I wanted to memorize this image in my head.
She could have been the model for this restraint set. Her shapely legs were still suspended in the air, in a perfect V. Her wrists were connected to the device, rendering her imobile, and her beautiful blonde curls were spread out on the covers. Her shaved pink pussy was swollen and wet. I could have stared at her forever.
But I carefully started unhooking her from the restrains, massaging her legs and making sure the blood was flowing again. She moaned as I unhooked the nipple clamps and massaged her breasts.
“Luke?”
“Hi sweetheart.”
Her hazy eyes blinked open. “Rest for a little longer,” I said. I pulled the covers up over her shoulders and kissed her cheek. She blinked up at me and smiled.
On a gorgeous sunny day, I was stuck inside the office, plowing through the invoices for the last few months.
Why hadn’t I hired someone to handle my financial statements yet? I knew why. Because, I’d been so damn smitten with Eden. She had consumed me.
I’d spent the last two days holed up with Edcn, trying out every toy and outfit we owned. Very little work had gotten done, beyond the necessities required to keep the hotel functioning.
We had experimented with every style of restraint, with the blindfold, and we’d reveled in her new-found love of spanking for pleasure. I hoped I hadn’t made a mistake in teaching her to love having her bottom warmed up with my hand.
If it was a mistake, then we’d just have to find a new form of punishment.
And sadly, in August, she’d be moving away. At first I had assumed we’d go our separate ways when she started college. Now I had begun to entertain thoughts of going to pick her up on Friday afternoons, and having her stay with me until Sunday evening. She already called me Daddy in bed. I could offer to be her sugar daddy in the rest of her life, and pay for her college so she didn’t have to scrimp and save to pay for those twins.
I wasn’t sure if she’d accept my help or not. But, I was getting ready to ask.
I loved her, and I wanted to be with her. It wasn’t just sex. I wanted to make her life as easy as possible. It wasn’t a hardship for me to pay for everything she needed, and anything her sisters needed too.
I’d given her that big speech about being honest, but she didn’t know I was a billionaire. But how did you tell a hard-working college student that her older boyfriend is loaded?
It seemed like a conversation fraught with difficulty.
But, that wasn’t important right now. Tonight I was going to take her to dinner, and tomorrow we were going on a dolphin cruise. I’d taken her on a sunset cruise, and that had been such a success, and now I wanted her to experience the dolphins in their natural habitat. She was even going to bring her sisters.
I had never been so sated in my life. And, I’d also never been so distracted. I’d known that I was in love with Eden since the hurricane incident, but she was so young, and she was leaving soon, so I’d done my best to put it out of my mind. Now she’d said it to me, while I was deep inside her lovely body.
My response had been to demand that she does not see anyone else. She had been deep into sub space when she said it. I hoped she’d read about subspace in the book, but if not I needed to talk to her about it. She needed to know that submissives often reached a mental state where they felt so good that they might not even feel pain.
As her dominant, it was my responsibility to keep her safe in this relationship. I hadn’t known how to respond, and I wasn’t accustomed to feeling that way. I’d told my ex wife I loved her, and I had at the time. But, that had all blown up in my face.
I had to handle this in a way that didn't harm Eden.
“Luke?” A woman’s voice echoed from the front porch. “Are you inside? Is this the house?”
Oh fuck. That was my ex wife, Helena. What the hell was she doing here? Had I summoned her somehow just by thinking about her? I imagined that her personality was similar to a demon’s, so maybe so.
I jumped up and met her as she was about to pull the door open. “Helena, what are you doing here?”
She had on one of her cream-colored Hermès dresses with tall strappy brown sandals, and carried one of the Hermès bags. I was reminded of Eden showing up here with only her polo shirt and capri pants. She’d never had new clothes before this summer. And, Helena had in the past refused to wear an outfit more than once.
She’d stand out around here. The women here dressed in beach casual clothes that worked for families. Helena looked like she belonged on a runway. And, I didn’t mean that as a compliment.
As always, she was arresting to look at. But, I knew what was underneath that austere face. A cruel, vicious and demanding woman.
“I could ask you the same thing, Lukas. Why are you here.” She pulled her oversized designer sunglasses off and looked over her shoulder. She turned her nose up at the beach. “It is dreadful.”
“It’s not. I like it.” Why the fuck was I defending my aunt’s house to her?
“If you want a beach, you should be in Santorini, where you belong for the summer. Or at least in Seattle working. How long are you going to play at owning this travesty?”
The door still stood wide-open, letting hot air and bugs into the lobby. “Don’t call my aunt’s house a travesty.”
“It is practically a slum down here.”
“Helena, if you’re going to insult my aunt’s house, please leave.”
She ignored me. “I do not understand how you can stay here.” She ran a manicured finger over the front window. A window that Eden had just cleaned.
“Why are you here? This is the last chance you have to answer, and then I’m going to escort you off my property.”
“I need to come inside. This humidity is not bearable.”
Without waiting for me to agree, she ducked around me and seated herself in my lobby. She held up one of the couch cushions with a sneer on her face. Although my aunt’s house was upscale for the area, Helena lived a life that consisted of yachts, and parties with socialites. She hated being around anyone whose net worth was under fifty-million.
She was really getting on my nerves. “Alright. Let’s go.” I lifted her up from the couch by the elbow.
“I want you to come back home,” she said as I dragged her back to the front porch. The last thing I wanted was for any guests to see her flouncing around.
There was a home when those words would have pleased me. But now I’d experienced what it was like to be around a woman who liked my company. “Home where?”
“Greece. Or Seattle, either one will work. Or we can relocate. Anywhere but Florida.”
There had also been a time when I had done everything in my power to please her.
“I like it here,” I said. “I won’t be coming back, not now, not ever. I don’t owe you an explanation. How did you even find me?”
“Your brother told me how to get here,” she said.
Fuck him. He knew how she’d treated me.
“You said you would return in September. September is not so far away.”
“Please leave,” I hardened my voice. “Now.”
She placed her cool hand on my arm. Her touch made me shudder, and not in a good way. “Lukas,” she purred. “If it makes you happy, I will admit it. The divorce was a mistake.”
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Eden
Earlier in the day, Luke and I had gone for a ride in a speed boat on the open water. I had the feeling he was trying to give me every experience I’d missed out in in my early life. He’d apparently always lived near water, and it pained him to hear that I’d never been on a boat until I started working for him.
I wasn’t about to complain. I’d loved the water, and I loved his attention. Afterward, my hair had been a mess. I’d gone to detangle it and it had taken forever. I walked downstairs to find Luke, but before I could call out to him to let him know I was ready, I heard a woman’s voice.
All of the guests had left en masse earlier, to go to an arcade. Why you’d want to leave this paradise to go stand inside and listen to screeching noises and be subjected to blaring lights was beyond me. But they’d been excited. Maybe one of them had forgotten something.
As I made my way to the porch, I heard the woman’s voice again. She had a Greek accent, just like Luke’s, but it was much more pronounced. She also had called him Lukas. Maybe, she was a relative. He’d mentioned his aunt having a friend who used to live here awhile back, but he hadn’t given me any details.
I peeked around the corner of the deck. The woman I saw looked exotic, like she’d stepped off the page of a magazine. Luke was hot enough to grace the cover of a magazine, but this woman actually looked the part completely. From her long tousled black hair that was perfectly blown out, to her shaped eyebrows and her pouty lips. She had on a linen-looking dress that had cost a lot of money. She had diamonds on her ears, necklacks, and bracelets.
Then her words hit home.
“The divorce was a mistake.”
Divorce? Who’s divorce? Was she talking about Luke? Surely not. He’d never once mentioned a wife, or an ex-wife, not in all our time together.
The woman kept talking. I didn’t hear all of it, but I heard enough. She mentioned a yacht, a beach house in Ibiza, Spain, and a company that Luke supposedly owned. His board of directors were tired of him calling in; they wanted him back in person, in Seattle. She said his brother wanted him back too. His brother, Alec, the one I’d met, had apparently given her the address of the hotel so she could find Luke and bring him home.