Finally, you slow your thrusts and move your hand away in time to catch me as I sink backward. You keep me on the bed while your hands release the cuffs. You move your hands down my body, from my shoulders to my waist in one broad stroke that makes another ripple shudder through me. Then you put one hand on each side of my body, resting your weight against me, tired in your own right. You kiss up my neck, whisper in my ear, “That’s my good girl. I love to watch you come.” I’m too exhausted to respond.
You stand back up and slip your cock out of my warmth, stepping away to take it off. At the unexpected removal of your support my legs wobble and collapse, making me slide down the side of the bed to land, hard, on my knees. Then you are there, warm arms lifting me and helping me onto the bed where you climb up beside me, cradling me. I’m drowsy now in the rush of satisfaction. My head is tucked under your chin, my back to your stomach, and as I drift off I hear your voice filter through my sleep-fogged mind, tone cocky as you mutter, “I told you so.”
Sometimes it isn’t so bad to be wrong.
MAID FOR YOU
Deborah Castellano
After yet another long day at the office, I didn’t get home until eight o’clock. I dropped my keys and mail on the table, kicked off my shoes and padded upstairs to get changed for an exciting night of lying on the couch in my Juicy sweats while seeing how much Chubby Hubby I could eat while watching TiVo-ed reality television until I passed out. I was only halfway up the stairs when I heard my doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Ding-dong! Avon calling!” I heard my friend Alexa call cheerfully. I went back downstairs and opened the door.
“Alexa, I was just gonna…” I trailed off before I got to describing my exciting evening plans once I saw the woman, eyes downcast, standing behind her. I vaguely recognized her from somewhere, but I couldn’t remember exactly where.
“What’s all this?”
“Darling, you remember Leah from the Chateau, don’t you?”
“Oh. Oh! Yes, she was the one you did an amazing Shibari suspension… Hold it!” I eyed Alexa suspiciously. “Hey, Leah? Could you, um, give us a minute? Why don’t you go to the kitchen and get yourself a glass of wine or water or something?” Nodding silently, the woman moved to the kitchen, quieter than a cat. I waited until I heard the water running. “What is she doing?” I hissed.
“Your dishes, I would imagine,” Alexa replied calmly.
“No! Make her stop!”
“You make her stop,” she said, with a wide grin.
“Alexa…”
“Julie, you’re overworked, your cuticles look like shit and the bags under your eyes are too big for carry-on. All work and no play makes Julie a dull girl. So I brought you a gift.”
“A person is not a gift.”
She waved her hand. “Whatever. Look, just because you’ve never done anything super formal doesn’t mean you can’t.” She lowered her voice. “She likes you, Jules, but she’s been too shy to say anything. And she loves this kind of stuff. Right now you’re her favorite kind of hot mess. You’re the kind her little hands itch to help. Let her! Even if she just cleans up your house, she’ll be happy as a clam. And you haven’t even seen her cute little uniform! Besides, I know she’s your type. So just think of this as… a first-date delivery service. It’s better for you than pizza.” Before I could even open my mouth, Alexa kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her keys and purse and dashed toward the door. “Leah, Julie’s super excited and grateful that you came here!” she called to the woman in the kitchen. “Go put on your uniform! Ciao, bellas!”
Dumbfounded, I stood in my hall long enough for Leah to put on her uniform and come find me. I opened my mouth to say something, anything. I couldn’t find the words because my brain was short-circuited by the sight of her. Her black uniform was modestly cut in the front, showing no cleavage at all. She was demurely covered by the black fabric of her dress, over which she wore a ruffled, crisp white linen apron and a small white bow tie. But what a short dress! My goddess, her black stockings, held up by black garters were visible, showing off her delightfully plump thighs. If she bent over in the slightest for anything…
“I don’t know what you like to be called,” she said shyly.
I swallowed hard and tried to find my tongue. “You can call me Miss,” I said, putting on my professional voice.
“Yes, Miss. Would you like me to draw you a bath?”
“I’ve never had anyone do that for me; I would like that.”
“All right, I’ll get it ready for you. Why don’t you relax in the living room? I’ll pour you a glass of wine and fetch you when it’s ready.”
Obediently, I sat on my couch and nervously sipped my wine, trying to flip through a magazine. This certainly wasn’t the evening I was expecting! But how could I complain, with a dish-free sink and a bath being drawn for me? My heart was racing. Secretly, I’d always wanted to have a service submissive to play with, though I could never find the words to express it. And I had a bit of a crush on Leah as well. Somehow, tricky Alexa knew.
Leah appeared in the doorway, her hands clasped behind her back. “Miss, your bath is ready.”
“Thank you, Leah.”
“Would you like another glass of wine?”
“Yes, please.”
She smiled, not looking up from the floor. “Your voice goes up when you use your Mistress voice. It’s really cute.”
“I never realized,” I said, flustered. Then I laughed, thinking about my handful of experiences. “It’s true, I suppose! It does.” I headed to my bathroom, Leah trailing a few steps behind. Once there, I tried not to gasp out loud. The room was bathed in light cast by dozens of tiny tea lights and there was the scent of rose in the air, my favorite fragrance. The bath was steaming and covered in a mountain of pillowy bubbles. Next to the bath was a small tray with a few dark chocolates, a tall glass of iced cucumber water along with Clinique eye mask pads. My favorite Victoria’s Secret pink silk robe was hanging on the door. Perfect.
“Shall I undress you, Miss?”
“Yes, please, Leah, but I want you to look at me while you do.” In the dim light I could see her smile and blush.
Meeting my gaze, she slowly unbuttoned my top and folded it neatly. She then took off my bra, lightly brushing her hands across my back, and slid my skirt and panties off. Her hands skimmed my hips as she got down on her knees, all the while looking up at me.
“Would you like your hair pinned, Miss?”
“Yes, please, Leah. The pins are in the bin over there.”
I could hear her take a deep breath as she bent over to look for the pins. It was as I suspected; I could see her deliciously fleshy upper thighs, uncovered by the stockings, and her rhumba-ruffled white tanga panties that left little to the imagination.
“When you find the pins, I want you to put them in your mouth and crawl back over to me, Leah.”
“Yes, Miss.” She dropped gracefully to her knees and crawled to where I was standing, nude. Gathering my courage, I put my hands in her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled hard, forcing her back up. I gently took the pins out of her mouth and put them on the sink. Pushing her gently but firmly against the bathroom wall, I thoroughly explored her mouth, eliciting luscious little gasps from her as I pulled her tiny skirt up and teased her through her wet panties, circling my fingers around her mound until her knees started to tremble. Abruptly, I stopped my kisses and caresses. Trying not to pant, I turned and stepped into my bath.