Before she hit the ground, a pair of masculine hands encircled her waist, hauling her up and plastering her against his chest. “Going somewhere?”
Tara looked up and met a familiar pair of turquoise eyes. “Are you leaving?” he grated. “You can’t be done with cleaning.”
Tara cast a confused look over her shoulder. If he was here, then who had been dry-humping some woman in the room down the hall?
“You— You’re here!” she stammered inanely. He looked at her, his eyes filled with questions.
Then without warning, his confusion cleared and he threw back his head and laughed. “Let me guess, you stumbled into Ty and his girlfriend. Well don’t be such a big baby. Your job is to clean. If a room is occupied, move to the next one. Okay?”
Slowly she nodded, swallowing. Why did she feel as though there were undercurrents she couldn’t understand? And why did she tingle from head to toe whenever he was near? He wasn’t touching her anymore and yet she couldn’t stop her entire body from practically going into overdrive.
Max lifted one hand and chucked her under the chin as though she were a five-year-old and then he said with a chuckle, “Listen, it’s a potentially $2,000 a day job. Don’t screw it up over some prudish tendencies!”
Then he turned and walked off but not before he slapped her ass carelessly.
Tara jumped in surprise and stared after him, waiting to feel outraged. But all she felt was a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach that felt very much like arousal. What was wrong with her, she wondered as she grabbed the maid outfit and headed to the guest room near the stairs to change. She had liked his hand on her ass for that brief second. And instead of slapping him into oblivion she had been grinning like an idiot that had just been paid a very nice compliment!
The maid dress was a size tighter than she would have liked which meant it fit so perfectly that it was almost as though she had been poured into it. It had a short-flared bottom and a bodice that sort of pushed her breasts up until they threatened to spill over the top. How could she clean in this she wondered turning this way and that?
Without warning the other woman’s moans of pleasure intruded and she groaned, the sound low and private. It had been so long since she had a man in her bed. So long since she felt like a woman. Would it be terribly bad if she wore this maid outfit and Max admired her even a little? He didn’t have to do anything, just look at her. That would be nice because no man had looked at her in a long while.
With a low whistle, she traipsed out of the room carrying her duster and her bucket. The kitchen was first on her list and she hurriedly cleaned it, singing and shaking her derriere in time to the music coming from the iPhone in her stockings. She moved to the living room; there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. All the rooms downstairs were clean, she realized suddenly.
Slowly she headed up the stairs Max had climbed earlier. The doors were labeled. She stopped at the one that said “OFFICE.”
Tara gave a small knock when there was no answer, she turned the knob. It turned easily in her hand and the door flew open. Now this room definitely needed cleaning! Papers were strewn around on the desk, there was a small room that led off the office and she could see even from here that books were scattered all over the floor of that room. The only cushion in the room had a thin layer of dust on it and the garbage can was filled to over-flowing.
Hurriedly Tara began to arrange the papers on the desk carefully and she began to dust every available surface she could find. The room was fast taking a better shape she decided with a nod. She bent fully to wipe the table clean, bending even lower to reach the far ends of the wide table and she didn’t realize the door had opened behind her. As she cleaned, her fingers pressed a button and she gasped, arrested as a screen suddenly dropped down to the side of the table and began to show a couple wrapped around each other in the throes of passion. Their passion was so obvious and tangible that she felt her toes curl.
“How would you like to feel everything as well as see it?” a husky voice asked in her ear, dripping warmth like hot chocolate.
Tara swallowed as a pair of hands encircled her waist and drew her flush against a familiar, hard, masculine chest.
Max.
She didn’t realize she had breathed his name aloud until he groaned in her ear, “Yes Tara. I love the way you say my name; so breathless and soft and seductive.”
His hands slid up to cover her huge thrusting breasts. “You look hot in this outfit,” he told her.
Tara wriggled restlessly against him. His hands began to knead and mold the soft mounds of her breasts. Her eyes clung helplessly to the screen across from them, watching helplessly as the man on screen spread his lover’s legs wide and proceeded to suck and lick her clitoris making her squirm and scream and buck. Tara moaned as more wetness pooled between her legs.
Max roughly tugged at the right side of the bodice of her maid’s dress down, pulling it and the bra down in one swift motion. A grunt of masculine triumph and satisfaction escaped him as he began to stroke one naked nipple.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he told her, kissing her neck from behind and feasting his eyes on the naked breast in his hands.
“You think so?” she demanded.
Max didn’t answer. He turned her to face him, his eyes straining to meet hers. He began to kiss her slowly at first and then faster and faster as he tugged down both sides of her dress and exposed both breasts to his hands.
He tasted good, Tara noted distractedly. He tasted like coffee, she thought as she deepened the kiss. He held her and began to kiss her deeper and deeper and deeper.
His hand stroked every inch of her body setting her on fire as he held her tight against him. Tara’s breath was coming in short, painful pants as she felt every inch of him against her.
One large masculine hand entered beneath the short hem of her maid’s dress and she groaned as she spread her legs to give him access. His fingers shoved aside the fragile scrap of lace covering her pussy and he dipped one long finger between her legs. Tara moaned and spread her legs wider as Max began to stroke her pussy with excruciating mind-numbing, slowness. She was dripping wet and getting even more soaked by the second.
One long finger slowly inserted itself between the tight folds of her pussy and Tara threw back her head in unconscious surrender.
Max bent his head and began to kiss and lick her nipples even as his finger continued to stroke inside of her. Tara went crazy and she began to twist in his arms. Max gently nipped at her huge dark nipples his fingers stroking faster and faster inside her pussy. Tara began to shake and writhe as she held onto him.
Max’s fingers stroked faster and faster and faster and faster until she thought the top of her head was going to come off. Pleasure was travelling straight to her brain — or at least that was the way it felt.
Suddenly, just when the tension was pooling between her thighs and she was starting to shake, he stopped and pulled his finger unceremoniously from her pussy leaving her bereft and close to sobbing as she began to beg for more. Frantic. Mindless.
Max’s hands went to his buckle and he released his belt and then his zipper and he nodded at her wordlessly.
Tara stared at him in surprise.
“Suck me,” he ordered as he pulled his penis free and held it waving in front of her face.
She was shaking with arousal and a small whimper of protest escaped her throat. She needed to cum; she was so close.
He must have read the rebellion in her eyes because he reached out one hand and roughly pulled her against him. His gaze locked on hers, he lifted the short dress behind and then lifted his hand and smacked her smartly across her buttocks drawing a startled gasp of part pain, part pleasure from her lips. Then he turned her around and splayed her across the desk.
He lifted his hand again and smacked her hard. Tara’s ass promptly became red.
It was painful this time and she looked at him in confusion.
“Sometimes pain and
pleasure are intertwined,” he told her.
Then he began to slap her ass over and over again. Tara screamed with each slap on her ass cheeks. It wasn’t too painful but it was painful enough to get her attention and before she knew it all her attention was focused on that part of her anatomy.
“Your ass is so red and sweet and soft,” Max crooned above her as his hand came down in another smack on her jittery ass.
Tara wasn’t quite sure what happened but all she knew was that as soon as he slapped the hand against her ass this time, her pussy tightened. Then incredibly she began to squirt vaginal juice all over the place, screaming and bucking as she came in violent waves that shook her entire frame.
To her shock, as she was cumming, Max shoved his big fat dick straight into her pussy and began to thrust. Her pussy absorbed the shock of the contact and then unbelievably she started to cum all over again even as Max burrowed deeper and deeper into her soft pliant pussy.
When she drifted slowly back to earth, Max was still thrusting. Then he pulled roughly out of her and bent his head to begin to suckle her pussy. Tara was almost breathless with pleasure.
“You are so wet for me, baby,” Max crooned.
“Yes! Please!” she moaned, not quite sure what she was begging for.
Max seemed to know what she wanted though. “I can give it to you.”
“Please!” she cried, arching against his hand as he licked and nibbled. Heat rushed through her and she squirmed and clutched at his head between her thighs. His hair was soft and silky, she thought feverishly as she ran her fingers through it.
“Say it!” he ordered, increasing the pressure of his hands.
“What? I’ll say anything!” she gasped.
“Call me Master!” he ordered in that low husky voice that did wonders to her insides.
She opened her mouth not quite sure she heard properly when he suddenly gave her clitoris a long, slow, deliberate lick that sent her senses flying to another stratosphere.
She returned to earth in a shuddering release much later and her eyes flickered open to stare dazedly at this man who seemed to be able to love her with everything whether it was his fingers or mouth or dick.
“I want to show you something,” Max said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tara looked up at Max, almost drowsy from the intense orgasms her body had been subjected to.
“I don’t think I can walk,” she sighed.
Without a word, Max bent over and lifted her. His sheer strength was very intoxicating and masculine; he held her as though she weighed little more than a feather.
Tara’s breath caught in her throat as he carried her into a room that screamed a sybaritic lifestyle.
The entire walls were done in animal prints that should have come off as gaudy but they actually seemed very expensive and bold and exciting. The bed was a king-size monstrosity, the carpet was thick and plush and the drapes hung down in seemingly endless flow of expensive silk.
But what really caught her gaze was the array of whips and handcuffs in one corner of the room hung in a decorous pattern on the wall. BDSM?
Max followed her gaze and chuckled. “You promised to clean and tend to any other thing I might have in mind, remember?”
He was smiling but she sensed the subtle question in his gaze and tone. Immediately, Tara realized that Max was silently asking if she wanted to go that far with him; if she trusted him enough to have risqué sex with him.
She had never had bondage sex true, but she had a sinfully adventurous side few could have guessed at.
She slid down his body silently, careful to let every single curve of her soft, silken skin rub against his hard, taut, male body. She swallowed a feminine purr of satisfaction when his jaw tightened in reaction. His penis was erect, naked proof of his lust— no pun intended.
Slowly she strode towards the wall and stared trying to recognize at least one of the tools. She saw a ball gag; grabbed it and put it on. Then she turned to face Max as she went down on her knees.
She saw the naked joy slash across his features and she realized for the first time that he had been nervous about her response.
He walked slowly towards her and then he very tenderly removed the ball gag. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Then without warning, a hood fell over her head. The sudden darkness was quite disquieting but she forced herself not to fight it. When he had tugged it on fully, she realized its only opening was a round circle around her mouth.
How convenient, she thought thinking of the positioning of the only hole in the hood. She could suck him forever and not be able to see a peep!
As though he had read her thoughts, a ball gag was forced into her mouth again and secured behind her head.
Tara moaned low in her throat, the sound arrested by the gag.
A pair of fluffy handcuffs were used to bind her hand behind her and then Max lifted her bodily and laid her carefully on the bed. Then slowly, Max began to insert well-oiled butt plugs into her but hole, drawing screams of mounting pleasure from her throat.He pushed them in and out, in and out, slowly and oh so carefully until she was sobbing with need and practically begging for a good fuck. She needed him so badly she could taste it.
A flat paddle landed on her butt and she tried to scream from the pain on top of the other pain but she couldn’t. Max ripped off the gag and she moaned aloud.
“Say Master,” he ordered.
It didn’t sound right; the word hung in her throat. She couldn’t utter it.
She heard him chuckle. “I had hoped you would be stubborn. This is going to be very interesting.”
His own form of BDSM was interesting. She felt him slather something all over her back like chocolate. He told her he wasn’t going to gag her but she wasn’t to make a sound; since she had refused to call him Master she was not to say a word.
She clenched her jaw.
The moment his warm mouth opened over her ass cheeks to lave at the moist chocolate he had poured there, moans and sighs of pleasure began to pour from her throat.
The paddle landed in unison with each moan while he continued to kiss and lick her. Then he suddenly jerked her head up and flipped her. He thrust his penis into her mouth through the hole in her hood.
Tara was practically shaking with pleasure and reaction as she began to suck his dick. She could taste his essence and hers on him. He smelled good too she thought trying to sniff more of him through the constricting hood.
He held her head with his hands and began to fuck her mouth, thrusting slowly in and out, in and out until she was panting and gasping.
She felt him tense as though he was going to cum then he pulled out of her fast. Max grabbed her huge breasts and began to thrust his dick repeatedly in between them.
“I love your body Tara. You’re so hot!” he groaned as he fucked her breasts.
“Please. I want you inside of me.”
“What’s the magic word?” Max demanded.
“Please?”
“Guess again, Tara.”
“M-M-Master,” she stammered, forcing the words out.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. Then one long forefinger entered her in a swift sure thrust that made her cry out and arc.
“Oh yes! Yes!” she screamed as he began to finger-fuck her. “But I want you inside me.”
He thrust faster with his finger as though to make a point, “I am inside of you.”
“No M-Master. I want you. I want your dick inside me.”
A small slap landed on her heaving breasts. “You obey what I say; you don’t make demands.”
Small clamps were affixed to her nipples and she winced at the unexpected pain.
“Too much?” Max demanded immediately his hands going to take them off.
“No. I think I was just more surprised than I expected,” Tara said honestly.
“I think we should have a safe word,” Max snorted now.
“I can’t think in English now,” Tara pant
ed.
“Good,” Max retorted as he resumed finger-fucking her.
Tara was writhing with impatience and need. He was so huge she knew; she had felt him when he entered her before. His huge fat dick had stretched her tight wet pussy as far as it could go but she didn’t care. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She had never wanted anyone this much.
“I want you. I need you. Please. Please. Make love to me. Please,” she sobbed. She was mindless with need.
She felt Max lever away from her and she somehow knew instinctively that the time for teasing was gone.
He slowly removed the hood from off her face. Her gaze met his in shock. His face was a ravaged mask of desire and arousal and suppressed longing.
If she had thought she was going to explode, Max was already exploding.
CHAPTER FIVE
Max’s silver-streaked hair was standing in beautiful disarray around his head. His eyes were so dark they were almost black as he stared down at her.
Tara felt her breath clog in her throat. What was wrong with her? Why did everything about this man affect her as though she were not in control of her senses? She felt like climbing right onto him and kissing him all over from head to foot. He was seriously hot.
His every touch electrified her and made her feel things she had never felt before with any man alive or dead.
“Max,” she whispered through lips that felt as though they were dried in a sudden invisible gust of Harmattan wind.
Her words seemed to break the spell. He moved suddenly and started kissing her again, his lips clinging to hers in a long drugging kiss that made her senses whirl.
His hands molded her breasts and then he strode down to her stomach to stroke and then his hands began to caress and stroke her pussy and her thighs.
Tara was trembling, her body shaking with need as she stretched her hand between them and stroked his penis.
She didn’t hear the door open until a pair of naked thighs appeared beside her. She turned in surprise and she was shocked to see another man standing over them — naked.
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