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The Maid

By: darrion



I sat in the office of my house. I leaned back in my leather chair, hearing it squeak slightly as it pivoted and my eyes flicked between the two seventeen inch monitors on my wall length desk. I was a freelance game developer and after having a surprising success with m first attempt, now did it full time. I had made more than enough money of the first game to either retire or hire employees and have an actual company. All I did with the money though, was buy a nice house, build a fancy office in one of the rooms and fill the office with the latest computer technology available. I had been working on the game for a little over a year; still receiving royalty checks from the last one and watching my seven-digit bank account continue to grow. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a button down shirt that had somehow never gotten buttoned or tucked in when I put it on. The house that I had bought overlooked one of the lakes in Western North Carolina and was large enough for a family of four to be quite comfortable. I, however, was just a family of one.

I shifted my glasses on my nose and continued to stare at the code on one of the screens trying to find the bug that I knew was right in front of me somewhere. I heard the front door to the house open and close and glanced at my watch. It was a little after eleven and the maid had arrived at the same time she always did. I had found a small company that offered house cleaning services which I had promptly hired, I'm sure that she did not consider herself to be a maid, but I liked the thought of having a servant even if I really did not have one. A few minutes later I heard a vacuum cleaner start up and I removed my glasses and tossed them onto the desktop. I had been staring at those screens for over fifteen hours and my eyes were beginning to feel tired. I closed them and leaned farther back into the chair as the vacuum cleaner was turned off.

I got up and decided to go visit the maid for a while. Even though I liked the idea of pretended that she was a servant of some kind, I knew that she was not. In the six months she had been working for me, we had developed a quite a friendly relationship that led to many sleepless nights for me as I wondered about possibilities. She was far more outgoing and personable than I was, however, being in my own house tended to give me courage. We had gotten into several word games in which I managed to hold my own with her fairly well.

Her name was Raylene Denton. She was about five foot four with thick, long auburn hair. She was built rather big for a lady, her shoulders as broad as mine, however that was the kind of woman that I found attractive anyway. She weighed about one hundred forty I would guess, though I could have been wrong. Her breasts were as large as her shoulders were broad, which made for an excellent combination. She was far brighter than most of the people in the area and many times beat me in the word play.

I walked out into the living room as she was dusting one of the bookcases. I leaned against the side of the couch admiring the view as she bent over to get the lower shelves. She wore a pair of black jeans that while not tight fitting highlighted her curves very well. Above the jeans she wore a white button down blouse that was tucked into the pants. A pair of white Nikes matched her blouse and covered her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a lazy ponytail held in place by a long strip of white fabric that looked like silk. Without getting up she looked over at me, her ponytail brushing against the floor, her face upside down as she stared at me. I had no doubt that she knew I was looking at her ass and she did not mind; sometimes I even thought that she encouraged such behavior from me.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked me quizzically as she ever so slowly stood back up and turned around holding her feather duster between her breasts in what she undoubtedly knew to be a provocative fashion.

"Very much so, thanks." I told her returning the smile suddenly feeling awake again.

"Well, I see your dressed in your best again." She said with a laugh as her eyes quickly took in my clothing, noticing again the unbuttoned shirt that she seemed to notice every time.

"Hey, only the best for you." I told her in challenge.

"Sometimes I wonder." She said with a devastating smile, letting her eyes linger just below the button on my jeans. I pushed my hands into the front pockets of my jeans making the area more camouflaged. Many different thoughts jumped into my head for witty comments but I just could not seem to settle on a good one to use. She seemed to notice my state and laughed as she lowered the feather duster and then stabbed it forward like it were a sword. "Tag your it." She said still laughing. I shook my head and smiled acknowledging her victory. Sometimes it shocked me how playful she seemed and how easily I could talk to her.

"Coke?" I offered as I turned around and went towards the kitchen to get one for myself.

"Sure." She said from the living room and I could tell by her voice that she had gone back to her cleaning. I grabbed two cokes from the fridge and returned to the living room. Her back was to me as she worked on cleaning one of the windows, the window wasn't actually dirty, although the shelves had not been dusty either.

She stood up slowly, sensing that I was behind her. "Do I want to know what you are doing?" she asked me quizzically and then slowly turned around. Her breasts were pressing against the material of her blouse and up close like that I had a pleasant view down the front of her blouse, as the top two buttons were loose. She was wearing a light pink lacy bra, although I could only see just the top fringe of it, the swell of her breasts disappearing within its lacy embrace. The view was almost more than I could handle, yet it left me desperate for more. I know she could tell that I was admiring her, however, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her just smiling at me enjoying the attention.

"Oh, I was just wondering." I told her breaking the moment and handing her one of the cans.

"Yes?" she asked popping the top of it.

"Just thought that if that coke were to happen to spill onto that shirt of yours you might have to take it off to wash it." I told her trying to sound nonchalant.

"Perhaps, then again maybe I like sticky liquid all over me." She shot right back her smile was broad as she took a sip of the coke. I laughed knowing that she had beaten me again.

"Besides, if you did that then you'd need to buy me a new one." She said to me, sitting her coke down and glancing around the room at her handiwork.

"Hmm, now there's a thought." I said more to myself than to her, making a mental note to go visit the bank later just in case. She glanced over at me quizzically at first, then seemed to guess at what my mind had come up with and smiled invitingly. We both sat down and drank our cokes; the conversation became far less sexual, though there were occasional comments here and there. It turned out that Raylene actually owned the cleaning company, which for some reason I had never figured out even though she was the one who had interviewed me when I had called about them. I had known for quite some time that Raylene had made a fair amount of money somewhere else before starting her business but was not sure what she had done, though I was beginning to have a couple of guesses. The conversation was mostly about daily life, though at one point, Raylene asked me if it were possible for her to invest in my "game thing" as she called it. Without thinking about it I told her sure, deciding that I would give her more than her fair share of the royalties just because she was so much fun. She finished her coke and got up to leave. I watched her walk to the door and then she paused and looked back at me as she held the door open. She smiled and with a wink she wiggled her ass back and forth in a taunting fashion.

"Maybe someday." She said and slapped her ass lightly with one hand then left. I could not even begin to think of anything to say and just sat there laughing to myself as she drove away. I leaned back on the couch thinking about Raylene's ass and tits and promptly fell into a happy dream.

A few hours later I was awoke by the sound of the doorbell. I opened my eyes and looked around momentarily confused then got up to go to the door. I very rarely had visitors so I was somewhat curious. As I opened the door, I found a delivery guy standing there with a clipboard in one hand and a thick envelope in the other.

"Mr. Miles?" he asked glancing at the name on the board.

"Yeah." I responded.

"Sign here, please." He handed me the clipboard and I scrawled my signature on the line. He glanced at it probably seeing someone's signature that really did resemble chicken scratch for the first time. "Have a good day." He told me as he handed me the envelope.

I closed the door and went back to the couch; the envelope was surprisingly heavy in my hand. I opened it and was shocked to find a thick stack of money all neatly bundled inside. I glanced at the bundles and counted them in my head, seeing that I was holding ten thousand dollars. I wondered why, and then I noticed the letter inside. I unfolded it and immediately knew why. The letter had the letterhead of Raylene's company and her neat handwriting told me that this was her investment money, she knew that it wasn't very much but all her other money was in other investments. 

"Hmm." I said to myself deciding that I should probably run it down to the bank, and then remembered that I had planned to go to the bank anyway. With a smile I got up and put the money in a drawer in my office then went to bed.

I awoke sometime in the middle of the night feeling quite refreshed. I got up and realized that I was still dressed, probably not a good idea. I wandered into the bathroom and after a quick shower threw on a fresh pair of jeans and a flannel button down shirt that I saw no point in actually buttoning. I wandered into my office and found the computer screens exactly as I had left them. After glancing at them, I decided to go get a coke before continuing my quest for the ever-elusive bug.

I had gotten so focused on what I was doing that I had not noticed the passage of time or the rising of the sun until I heard the front door open and close. Raylene? I thought to myself and with the thought instantly remembered the pile of money that she had sent to me. I opened the drawer and grabbed a handful of twenties, which I shoved into my pocket before wandering out towards the living room.

I found her bent over as she picked up my coke can that I had left on the coffee table the day before. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a black button down blouse. The blouse had long sleeves the she had rolled up slightly. I paused for a moment gazing hungrily at her ass as she stuck it up in the air and then noticed it wiggle. My eyes shifted slightly and I saw that she was once again looking at me from her upside down vantage.

"Do you live in the gutter?" she asked me with a grin.

"Pretty much, yeah." I told her then pointed towards the dark shirt, "Guess coke wouldn't be so noticeable on that, eh?"

"Pretty much, yeah." She said with a laugh mocking my previous answer.

"That is a nice shirt, though." I told her, trying to back her into a corner but I knew that she was already ahead of me.
"The shirt, or the titties?" she asked with a wicked grin as she cupped them in her head and pushed them up, straining against one of the buttons. I was taken back at first but quickly recover, or at least I thought so.

"Haven't seen 'em yet, but they are quite impressive." I smiled to her, "Where could I get a shirt like that?" I asked her my smile returning.

"Oh," she started then held her arms out as though she were modeling the shirt, "This is 100% cotton, double stitch seams," she spun around slowly, "Could probably get one for about thirty dollars from most mail order places."

"Hmmm." I said feigning a thoughtful moment, "But I want that one." I said pointing. She smiled at me, her eyes dancing, as she pulled the shirt lightly away from her body.

"Well, since its you who is asking, you could probably get this one for sixty bucks." She stated matter-of-factly. I reached into my pocket and pulled out three of the twenties. These I presented to her and I saw for a moment that she was surprised, but she quickly recovered. "I see." She said as she strolled forward seductively and took the money from my hand. She began to unbutton the highest button, which was actually the third one. She moved her fingers ever so slowly until finally the button was free. She used her fingertips to slowly spread the shirt open revealing the creamy texture of her skin and the obvious swell of her breasts that I was suddenly beside myself. She paused. My eyes moved up to hers and I saw that she was staring at me intently. She licked her lips and smiled, then with a laugh gave a violent jerk that broke the rest of the buttons free on her shirt. Her breasts darted out to freedom, the large nipples clearly visible beneath the black lace bra that just barely covered them. She pulled her arms out of the shirt and tossed it to me. My vision was suddenly obscured as the shirt landed on my head.

By the time I got the shirt off of my head, I saw that Raylene had gone back to her cleaning, though there was really nothing left to clean.

"Now what do you think of 'em?" she asked me as she spun back around and shook her shoulders from side to side making her breasts sway.

"I don't know." I said as I rubbed the stubble on my chin with one hand, "Can't really see them that well."

"Yeah, bras do make it difficult don't they?" she said with a laugh as she adjusted the bra slightly so that it actually covered more of her sizeable breasts than it had.

"How much is a bra like that?" I asked her still rubbing my chin.

"Well," she began as she stepped forward, "These can be pretty expense, I mean bras like this are made out of silk." She now stood right in front of me, her eyes looked up into mine and she smiled as she leaned forward. I could feel the warmth of her breasts through the bra as she lightly rubbed them against my exposed chest. The hardness of her nipples gave the material a slightly rough texture where they pushed out. I felt a spark race through my whole body at her touch and she smiled again, "Although, I could probably let it go for, oh, I'll let you off easy, a hundred bucks." Without hesitation I reached into my pocket and pulled out the required five twenties. She leaned forward and took the money between her teeth, as her hands were busy unhooking the clasp of the bra. Once the bra was lose she let it hand on her breasts, the nipples helping to keep it in place, the twenties sticking out from her smile. Then with a wiggle, her breasts bounced the bra to the floor. I groaned slightly, my cock now throbbing painfully in my jeans as her tits swayed from side to side until the slowed down and just moved with the gentleness of her breathing. She slid the twenties into her pocket then walked away.

When she had gotten a few paces away she glanced over her shoulder at me, her moving down to the noticeable bulge in my jeans. She smiled appreciatively and with a wink said, "You've got some potential there." I laughed at sat down on the couch, to make sure I did not fall down.

Raylene looked down at the floor and seemed to notice something that didn't belong so she bent over at the waist to get it. She moved slowly, knowing that I was watching her. When her head got low enough, she abandoned the pretense of picking something up and looked directly at me. The tip of her ponytail rested on the ground and I could see her breasts hanging down between her legs as she shifted her weight from leg to leg shaking her ass slightly for me. "The jeans are two hundred in case you're wondering." She said as she began to stand up again. I shifted and pulled out more of the twenties until I had ten of them in my hand. She turned and began to walk towards me to fetch the money.

"No no." I said making like I was going to put the money back in my pocket. She stopped at looked at me, she was not disappointed, and she was smiling and waiting, enjoying the game. "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over her for it." She smiled broader at the suggestion and obediently dropped to all fours. She moved slowly, letting her tits sway with each movement of her shoulders as she crawled towards me. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, her smile never wavered. "That's a good kitty." I told her soothingly as she neared me. She leaned back on her legs and slowly moved up towards the offered money. As she got closer, I kept moving the money farther away forcing her to have to get closer to reach it. I could feel her breasts pressing against my thighs, her chin against the hardness of my cock as she finally got the money from my hand. 

"Should I purr now?" she asked me with a playful smile.

"No, just lose those jeans and let me see that ass." I told her and she responded quickly. The jeans were thrown onto the couch beside me; she turned slowly letting me see her legs disappearing beneath the silky black panties that she wore. Her ass was so close that I could almost touch it, but refrained from doing so. She kept turning until she was facing me again and I could see the swell in the panties caused by the thick brown bush that she had, some of the hairs sticking out through the lacy pattern.

"Now its starts to get expensive." She said leaning forward placing her hands on my shoulders so that her breasts swayed a few inches from my face.

"Bring it on." I said to her.

"The cost to touch these titties," she said as she swayed them slightly, they were so close that I was sure she could feel the warmth of my breath against the. One of her hands left my shoulder before she continued "Are these jeans." She finished as her free hand tightly gripped my cock and balls through them.

"Aw hell," I told her with a smile, "I never liked these jeans anyway." She leaned back and as quickly as I could I pulled the jeans off. I had forgotten that I had nothing on underneath. Her breath caught for a moment as the full length of my cock jumped out and throbbed at her, taunting her in its own quiet fashion. She smiled at it appreciatively and stepped back towards me. I reached out and let my hands cup the fullness of her breasts holding them up before me. I let my tongue circle one nipple then trace a line over to the other. I moved slowly, enjoying the feeling of the stiff nipples against my tongue, before I eagerly sucked one of them into my mouth. Her breath came in a sharp gasp, as I twirled my tongue around it within the tight confines of my mouth. Gradually I released it and moved to the neglected one.

"What if I wanna fuck you, Raylene?" I asked her gazing up at her face between her tits. She smiled longingly, she did not look at me though as her eyes were closed.

"That'll cost you too." She whispered.

"Name your price." I told her my fingers toying with her nipples.

"Eat me out until I cum." She whispered her reply. I gingerly pushed on her shoulders and she gradually gave way until she was sitting on the floor and then lying on the floor. My tongue wandered down her quivering stomach and over the bush of hair still within the panties. I grabbed the panties with my hands and slowly pulled them down, letting my tongue explore each section of skin as it was exposed. She pushed them the rest of the way once they past her knees and I quickly went to her pussy. My fingers pushed her open giving my tongue a clear shot at her clit, which it went straight to. Her whole body quivered as she felt my tongue begin to rub over her clit. She moaned thickly as I feel into a pattern of moving from side to side for a minute then switching to up and down over her clit. I knew that she would not last long as all of the teasing had gotten her as worked up as it had me.


The Maid



"Oh yes." She moaned as her fingers curled into my hair and her hips pressed her clit hard against my rapidly flicking tongue. I felt a violent shiver move through her body, her clit hardened against my stomach and her hips seemed to shudder as if from a terrible exertion as she came. I continued to lick her clit and pussy even after she had cum; she was rolling from side to side almost thrashing as she gasped trying to get me to stop.

"You've paid you've paid." She kept gasping over and over. Finally I relented with a laugh and got up to my knees. "Oh my, did you ever pay." She sighed deeply.

"Get your ass up in the air, Raylene, its time for you to get fucked." I commanded her and with a broad smile she rolled over onto her hands and knees and presented her ass to me. As I moved closer to her, she wiggled her ass from side to side slightly with a laugh.

"Fuck me good." She said resting her forehead on the floor.

"Oh, I will." I told her slipping m cock into her pussy, but rather than slowly pushing it in, I thrust the full length deep into the tightness of her pussy. Her head instantly shot up from the floor and she moaned loudly, feeling the head of my cock suddenly deep inside of her, pulsing with my rapid heartbeat. I did not pause, but immediately fell into a pattern of fucking her faster and harder. My hands gripped her ass tightly, and then shifted to her waist so that I could hold her better as I pounded in and out of her. Her moans came loudly with every breath she exhaled. With a final deep thrust, I stopped to catch my breath, her moans continued with each breath but began to quiet some.

"How 'bout some thick cum on those tits?" I asked her.

"Bring it on." She said to me once again mocking my previous response to her. I pulled my cock out and she rolled over onto her back. I moved forward on my knees as her hands cupped her breasts and began to massage them. Thick precum dripped from the tip of my cock and fell squarely onto one of her nipples as I got close to her. One of her hands immediately attacked the precum and rubbed it into her breast and nipple. "Stroke that thick cock for me." She commanded as I began to stroke back and forth. "No, faster." She said looking up to my face after glancing at my hand. I obediently increased the pace, my hand moving the full length of my cock. "Yeah, stroke it." I could not contain myself any longer with her telling me how she wanted it as she was.

"I'm gonna cum." I announced with a loud groan as a last drop of precum fell onto her breast.

'Cover my titties." She told me and the first shot erupted from my throbbing cock. My eyes closed involuntarily, but I could hear her moaning appreciatively which each thick shot that I felt leave my cock. The throbbing began to ease and I slowly opened my eyes to admire my handiwork, She was smiling warmly at me, her hands slowly moving the thick white cum around on her tits and rubbing it into her skin like it was skin lotion. I could see that her tits were indeed quite covered; in fact there were a couple of streaks of white on the floor on the other side of her body. She kept smiling at me as I struggled to catch my breath.

Raylene still owns her cleaning company, although she no longer cleans customer's houses. The only house she cleans anymore is ours.



The Maid



Catherine was everything his wife was not, physically and otherwise. She was tall and a little plump with generous breasts and hips. She had short red hair, vivid colouring with brilliant green eyes and peach skin that looked satiny soft. She always had a ready smile. His wife was petite. Trim and toned, almost muscular, with long blond hair, pale blue eyes and milky white skin. Jeanine was also not as cheerful a person. She worked long hours and it showed. She was attractive but there was something about Catherine that drew Jamie's gaze time and again.

Catherine didn't think being the housekeeper here was as much work as her pay indicated she had. Both of the bosses worked full time and there were no children. Aside from the occasional last minute business dinner there were no surprises and no hard jobs. The rooms they had given her were luxurious. She had been surprised to find that she had her own bath in the attic. And she loved the view of the countryside from her windows. The only thing she could wish for was that both bosses treated her the same. Mrs. Boss treated her with disdain, as a common servant. Like she barely existed except as a machine to order about. Mr. Boss on the other hand....well he was always watching her and Catherine could swear there was lust in his eyes sometimes when he looked at her. He was always warm and kind. The Bosses were rarely at home at the same time and when She wasn't around, He warmed up considerably. He also gave Catherine her bonuses, so she always made sure she was nice to him. 

What Catherine [and Jeanine] didn't know was that he had installed cameras in her room. Voyeur cams. They didn't go anywhere but his work and home computers but he loved the way she took a bath and he knew exactly how often her vibrator was used. He had even watched her one night stand with that long haired brunette. He was hot for her and couldn't wait for an opportunity. Today Jamie was watching her closely. Jeanine was out of town on a business trip, Catherine had packed her bags and sent her off in a taxi while Jamie was at work. When he arrived home, he sat in the kitchen and chatted with her while she made dinner for him. He even insisted she make enough for herself and eat with him. She had been amiable enough while trying to keep a distance between them - employee to employer. Soon, though, he had her laughing and she began to relax. They ended up watching a movie together. He gave her a glass of wine, refilling it when she wasn't looking. When she bid him good night and tripped upstairs he rushed to his computer to watch for his moment. 

In her room Catherine smiled dreamily as she thought about the evening. She didn't know he could be so much fun. She sobered a little as the thought occurred to her that she could fall for him. She shook her head, impossible. He was her boss, her MARRIED boss. Cute and rather sexy with that beard of his, he was tempting. She thought more about it as she removed her clothes and ran her bath. 

Jamie could see the thoughts in her head pass over her face. She wasn't so unguarded when she was on duty but in her room she let her true self out. He smiled as he watched the dreamy smile be replaced by the frown. He knew what she was thinking. He knew she was thinking about possibilities as she stripped off her clothes and tossed them towards the hamper. He could see her nipples tighten, he grinned when she pulled on them with her fingers and moaned. He waited until she'd slid fully into the vanilla scented bubble bath and closed her eyes. 

On her last day off he'd made absolutely sure he knew all the places that creaked and had oiled all the hinges. Jamie snuck into her room and shed his clothes. His cock, already at half mast, sprung out, eagerly seeking a warm spot. He peeked around the bathroom door and grinned when he saw that her eyes were still closed and her hands were moving restlessly over her body. 

"Can I help you with that?" 

Catherine gasped and leapt to a sitting position. "Jamie! I-I mean Mr. Stokes! What are you doing here? Did you still need me for something this evening? I'm sorry sir, I thought I was off duty!" 

Jamie chuckled, "You are off duty my dear, and yes I need you for something. I need you to satisfy a craving of mine." 

She reached for the nearest towel and rose from the tub, "Sure Mr. Stokes, anything you need. Just let me get dressed.." she broke off as he moved toward her. She began to back away from him and he guided her movements with little steps to the left and right. He stalked her, pushing her out the bathroom door and to her bedroom. He backed her right up to her bed until her knees buckled. It was then she noticed he was naked. 

Immediately her pussy dampened and her horror grew. Surely he didn't want to fuck her! He was a married man and a faithful one at that. In her two years there she had never seen him have an affair. Her skin began to tingle and her breath quickened when he stepped right between her knees, his hard throbbing cock directly in her face. Involuntarily her mouth opened and her eyes glazed over. 

Jamie thought this was too easy, she was panting already. He had to do something to make it a touch more like it was against her will. He wondered what, he knew Catherine wanted him. Then it hit him. And he knew just where to find the things he needed, thanks to his camera. 

"Now, Catie my dear, we're going to have some fun. For the next 3 days you're going to be my love slave." Jamie's voiced rumbled as it deepened with excitement. "You're going to do everything I tell you, when I tell and exactly how I tell you. Is that clear?"

Still staring at his cock Catherine licked her lips and slowly nodded. That wasn't quite good enough for Jamie. He grabbed his member and slapped her on the mouth with it, barely restraining a groan.

"Say 'Yes, Master.' I want to hear the word Master every time you speak to me. Is that clear?"

Catherine blinked and licked her lips again, "Yes Master."

Jamie shuddered with pleasure at the thought of his fantasies coming true. Many a night he had masturbated at his desk while watching her play with herself, even while she merely had a bath and got ready for bed. He nudged her lips with his cock and she immediately opened up and let him slide inside.

Her hands came up to wrap around his ass as her mouth worked him over. Creating a vacuum with her mouth she slid her mouth up and down his shaft while her tongue surrounded him with hot saliva. Then she concentrated on the head, applying suction and running her tongue around the rim and over his tiny slit. Jamie's hands went to her hair and he plunged his cock further into as his balls tightened up. It wasn't going to be long before he came big. That was ok, he wanted to take his time and if he didn't get some release first he was going to rush things with her.

"Play with my ass," he managed to grunt as her suction power increased. Instantly her fingers were at his anus, stroking the tight bud and pinching the skin around it. She slipped a finger into her mouth to wet it and slid it into the tight pucker. Jamie moaned and sped up his pumping into her mouth. His hands gripped her head tight and she made a perfect, tight 'o' with her mouth for him to drive into. She was second knuckle deep in him when he began to roar his pleasure. He filled her mouth with hot sticky cum and she obediently swallowed without him telling her too. She withdrew her finger from his ass as he pulled out of her mouth. She sat with a shit eating grin on her face and watched him with her eyes. He told her to stay put for a minute.

He went to the bathroom to clear his mind and search her cabinet. He knew the slippery stuff he wanted was in here but he wasn't sure which shelf, she was always blocking the cabinet when she pulled it out. He knew she had a vibrating dildo in her room and that she had some lube for when she used it on her ass. He wanted both. He called to her to shut her eyes before he came out. She did.

When he re-entered the room she was sitting there with her hands face up in her lap and her eyes closed. He went to her dresser and pulled out two pairs of stockings. Then he moved to her bedside and opened a drawer there. He took out the dildo and a vibrating bullet with a remote. "Lie down and spread your arms and legs," Jamie was looking forward to this. His cock was already stirring again, much to his surprise. He watched as she lay on the bed and spread her arms over her head. He reminded her to spread her legs too and she did. Grabbing one wrist he quickly secured it to the headboard with one stocking, then he did the ankle on that side. Within a couple of minutes he had her tied spread-eagled to the bed.

"Test your bonds my pet, can you move?" Jamie grins at her when she opens her eyes and pulls on her arms and legs. Obviously, she cannot free herself. A sudden thought makes him grin even wider and he goes back to her dresser. After tossing a few things to the floor in his search he finally finds what he's looking for: a satin ¾ length camisole. He folded it until it was one long length of satin. He climbed on the bed and straddled her ample chest. After telling Cate to lift her head he quickly ties the material around her head, blindfolding her.

Catherine's visual world disappeared but her other sense took up the slack. Suddenly she could feel the slight breeze from the ceiling fan, the hairs from Master's legs tickling her sides and his balls brushing against her chest. When he moved she missed the warmth his body provided. She heard him moving about the room and then felt his weight shift the bed. She began to smell a hint of rose and wondered why, the vase was across the room on her dresser. 

Jamie smiled when he saw her sniff the rose he was holding close to her nose. He grinned when she frowned in thought. He touched her forehead with the soft petals and traced the contours of her face with it. He brushed the tip of her nose and over her lips with it. He teased her with the flower, running it around and over her nipples, up and down her sensitive arms, tickling her underarms with it. Down her tummy the fragrant petals went, brushing her smooth mons before sliding down her legs and back. 

Jamie straightened up beside her and began to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to touch every inch of you." She shivered in pleasure at the depth of his voice and the way his breath skittered across her lobes. "I'm going to touch you with my fingers, my lips, my tongue and my cock. You're going to be screaming for me by the time I enter you." He sucked her lobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. She moaned and tried to pull away. 

His voice low he continued, "You can't move and you love it. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Master!" Catie moans it because he's begun tracing the shell of her ear while he waited for an answer.

"You're going to be mine completely by the time I'm done with you. And you'll be craving for more. You'll be thinking of me when next you play with your pussy. It'll be my name you call when you come. Won't it?" His tongue moved to her neck and she moaned again, lifting her chin. He bit her neck, just enough to hurt. 

Whimpering, she remembered that he asked her a question, "Yes Master. It will be your name I call."

Satisfied, he leaned up on his elbow and kissed her. Slowly he moved his lips over hers, and felt her response. He licks her lower lip and she sucks his tongue into her mouth. Pulling back a little, he broke her hold on him and then swept the inside of her mouth with her tongue. He explored every crevice of her mouth before inviting her to do the same. His breath quickened as she moaned low in her throat. Slowly, gently, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her neck. She craned her head back, exposing her slender, vulnerable throat to him. He placed wet sucking little kisses from ear to collar bone. Then he moved his mouth more to cover more of her neck, making sure he got every inch. She was panting and squirming by the time he was done. He left a mark in the hollow of her throat, right over her pulse.

He shifted again, to place himself over her and moved his mouth down over her breasts. He slowly licked all around one breast in ever closing circles, sucking a little here and there, until he reached her nipple. He left the hard nub to move to her other breast. He repeated the motions with the second mound and again ignored her nipple before moving on. She arched her back, trying to make him take it in his mouth. He chuckled against her and moved down her stomach. He tickled her with his beard until she was squirming and practically screaming with laughter. Then he sucked a nipple into his mouth. She gasped with surprise and moaned as his mouth drew more of her inside, his tongue flicking back and forth over the sensitive bud. He got busy with his fingers, kneading the other boob, pulling and twisting the nipple. She began to buck her hips a little, needing the fulfillment that only he could provide. He continued his slow performance, determined not to allow her to cum yet. When her moaning changed to begging Jamie switched hand and mouth. 

She started to beg him for something. She didn't know what, she just kept asking for more over and over, "Please!" 

He moved his mouth down her body, licking and sucking, until he reached her pelvis. He skipped over her pussy and moved his wet sucking kisses down her left leg. She tried to jerk her foot our of his reach when he licked her heel. He laughed, "Now, now my pet, you know better." He painted her heel with wet lines with his tongue. He covered every millimeter of her foot before moving to her toes. When he slipped his tongue between the first two toes she giggled and moaned. He slowly sucked on her big toe before moving to the next one.

Catie panted with need, her chest heaving. Her begging was taking on a raspy sound, her voice deepening as her desire increased. He moved his mouth to the other foot and tortured her slowly before moving up her right leg. This time when he reached her mons he didn't skip the delectable flesh. Her pussy was wet and when Jamie looked he could see her juices shining in the light. 

Flattening his tongue he slowly licked her outer lips. He stroked the crease where her thighs met her body. Teasingly he licked the crevice between her lips. He moaned slightly at the taste of her and she arched her back to try to force him back. He settled himself between her legs and looked over her writhing body for a moment. Then he parted her lips with his fingers and admired the view. She gasped when his tongue flicked her clit. Holding her breath she waited for his next move. 

He buried his face in her cunt, shoving his tongue in her hot center. His cock ached for the same thing she was begging for. Making his tongue like a mini dick he fucked her with it. He idly tweaked her clit with one hand. Soon she was making high pitched little shrieks. Her body strained against her bonds as she tried to get closer to Jamie. She was desperate to cum, her whole pussy throbbed with the need. He continued to slip his tongue in and out, stroking her inner walls with each thrust. 

Placing his thumb against her very erect clit he began to massage it and she screamed as her body tightened and her first orgasm washed over her. Jamie let that one subside a little until she was gasping for air. When her body had relaxed he slipped 2 fingers in her and wrapped his lips around her clit. Catie's eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm quickly hit her, thundering through her like waves on the beach. She began to scream his name this time. He bit down on her clit and she went wild, thrashing her head and jerking her body against the ties. 

He finally stopped when she was sobbing for him to fuck her. Going to his knees he untied her ankles and lifted her legs. He fit himself between her thighs, one ankle on his shoulder, the other resting on his lower back. Jamie rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit and groaned.

"You are so hot," he whispered, "I can barely keep from cumming. But I'm going to drive it deep and you are going to tell me how much you love it." He slid the head of his cock inside her and fought for control when her muscles clamped down on him. "Tell me!"

"Yes Master! Oh yes I love it!" Catherine's voice was hoarse, guttural almost. 

"What do you want? Tell me!" he growled it at her through those clenched teeth.

She lifted her hips, trying to force him in. "More! Give me more," she whimpered it. Jamie slammed his rock hard cock all the way in her. She threw her head from side to side whimpering. He shut his eyes and tried desperately to think of anything but the way her pussy was squeezing him, almost sucking him in deeper. He began to kiss her face and she turned into him, meeting his lips. They kissed deeply until he finally regained a measure of control.

"Tell me again," he commanded in a whisper in her ear. He pulled out almost all the way. 

She groaned and surged up to meet him when he slammed back. Gasping she said, "I love it Master! I love your big cock in me!" She began yanking on her hands and begged him to untie her. After slamming into her a few more times he finally agreed. Once her hands were free she reached around and grabbed his ass, pushing him into her. Jamie growled when he felt her nails claw him. He started moving faster, losing control. At almost the last second he pulled out and flipped her over. He drove into her pussy from behind, his balls slamming into her lips. She screamed her pleasure, her cunt squeezing him as she came again. He roared his release, digging his fingers into her hips. He grabbed her and ground into her as his hot cum poured from him to her. 

Panting heavily, sweat dripping from him he pulled out and turned her back over. Lying down beside her he removed the blindfold and looked at her face. She didn't open her eyes and he could see a blush working its way up her chest over her face. He grinned. This was going to be a fun few days. It was almost too bad Jeanine was coming home.



The Maid



The sun shone in through the gap in the curtain, casting a ray of sunshine upon the mantlepiece Fran was busy dusting. It was 9.30 in the morning. The kids were off to school and Ian was due home from work. She smiled at the thought. They had hours to play before the children were due home and Fran was in a really playful mood.

She moved along the mantle and the sun was now shining on her bare buttocks warming them. The string of the frilly apron was tied in a bow at her back. Her long hair hung shining in waves on her shoulders. Stockings covered her long legs, held up by a black lacy suspender belt.  This was all she wore besides a smile as she cleaned.

The mantlepiece was gleaming and certainly didn't need more cleaning but Fran had worked out that this would be the first thing Ian would see as he walked through the door. The music was filling the room softly as she daydreamed about the love of her life and their life together. Her body quivered as she recalled the thousands of times they had made love. Always satisfying each other but then recovering to go again. Ian knew exactly where and how to touch her to drive her wild and make her cum so hard that her juices would pour from her. 

Her free hand had involuntarily moved to her nipple and she gently rubbed it through the material of the apron. It was hardening nicely when a different pair of hands found her nipples and started to tease them. She felt warm breath at her shoulder before hearing her husband whisper in her ear.

"Hi love. Mmmmmm is this how you clean house every day? I hope the milkman doesn't get to see this."

She giggled and turned on her high heels into his arms. Their mouths met in a long passionate kiss. Her hands coming to the front of his overalls, Fran started to unbutton them. She could feel his hardness through the material. Ian's fingers had found her nipples again and what he was doing to them caused Fran to go weak at the knees. She finally had all his buttons undone and was pushing the overalls off his shoulders for them to fall at his feet.  Ian held Fran at bay for a minute.

"Let me do this love or I will end up tripping over them and falling with you in my arms." He said as he bent to untie his boots and remove them.

He stepped out of his overalls and Fran moved forward to help him take off his tshirt. Within minutes he was down to his shorts which were threatening to give way at the seams with his hard-on pressing against them. Fran tucked her fingers in the sides and was sliding them down as she went to a kneeling position herself. Her mouth greedily found his hard throbbing cock and she started to lick and suck at it. Ian stood there and enjoyed but was finding himself closer and closer to filling her mouth. So he gently lifted her up to a standing position. Kissing her deeply, he pushed her against the wall. His hands were all over her body under the apron. He felt the bare skin above her stockings and followed it to her wet little pussy. His fingers touch, teased and tantalized her clit and her pussy till she begged him to fuck her, to fill her. 

Then guiding his cock to her entrance, he impaled her against the wall. She grunted as she felt the tip hit her cervix deep inside her, filling her. They began to fuck wildly. Their need making their love making hard and fast.  His hands were under the apron, pinching at her nipples, just how he knew she loved it when she was close to cumming. He felt her body respond and fucked and pinched harder causing the pictures to rattle against the wall. The air was rent with her scream as she called out his name. Her body erupting into an orgasm that rocked her. 

Feeling her pussy tighten in the throes of its orgasm, caused Ian to let himself go. His hot seed spilled into her, filling her, mingling with her own juices before seeping out to run down her legs. He collapsed against her, pinning her to the wall as he held her. Finally they regained their composure and Ian picked Fran up to carry her to the lounge. Falling back into the seat, he pulled her into his lap. Cradling her and kissing her softly, he whispered his love to her.



The Maid



Once upon a time, in a land which exists in the dark recesses of the mind, there was a Mistress. And the Mistress was me.

Night draws in. I have had supper with the visitor, a County Sheriff with a lame horse who appealed for a bed for the night. He is comely, I suppose, in the way of young, strong men, but really nothing interesting. Not to my taste. His eyes were merry, though, dark and knowing.

I retire to my dim, firelit chamber. My Maid is drowsing by the fire after a long day. I love this Maid. She is so obedient, such clever fingers. So pretty. I stand for a moment, admiring how the deep red dress sets off her long dark hair, and the swell of her breasts rising out of the tight bodice.

I clap my hands sharply. "Up, Maid! There is time for sport before we sleep."

She is awake immediately. "Yes, Mistress. What would you have me do?"

Ah, I love this girl. Quick as a fox.

"Maid, I am in the mood for a beating. Fetch me the crop, and the rope."

She flinches. It is only two days since I beat her last and she still has glorious purple bruises across her pink little arse.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl."

I take her wrists behind her and tie them together. I pull her over to the table and push her down over it, my left hand resting on the back of her neck lightly but firmly. Already her hips are jammed up tightly against the table in hunger.

"How many did I give you last time, Maid?"

"Fifteen, Mistress."

"Good. I shall give you...twenty, and if you scream pleasingly I shall kiss you goodnight."

"Thankyou, Mistress!"

I hear the surprise in her voice. Normally I would go higher, but her bruises are so delightful I don't want to overstep the mark.

With my right hand I scoop up her skirts and fling them over her back. Aaah. Such a peach, a bruised peach. I cannot resist squeezing it, and even as she gasps in pain, I feel her growing hotter. I am a strict Mistress, but I do give my girl what she wants. Her cunt is practically dripping in anticipation, she burns with lust. I look forward to sating it.

SWISH-CRACK!

The crop lands hard on her arse. She gasps, tears starting in her eyes.

SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!

"How many, Maid?"

"Five, Mistress...thankyou..." Her voice is dreamy, despite the tears trickling down her face. The crop on top of the bruising must have sent her out into space quickly tonight. She's barely conscious of anything but my loving hand on her, and the pain.

SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!

"I love you, Mistress...wonderous Lady..."

SWISH-CRACK!

"I love you, Maid."

SWISH-CRACK!

"How touching."

I spin around, crop raised, a curse on my lips. My staff know never to open my door uninvited on pain of...well, pain. And not pain they want, either.

In the doorway stands the dark-eyed young sheriff. Of course, it would be. I narrow my eyes.

"Leave us."

"I think not, My Lady."

He steps inside, closing the door behind him with a click. Holding my gaze, he crosses to the table where the Maid lies, smiling and a long way from here. Poor girl, I think. If she knew her whole, dripping cunt was on display to this man, how ashamed she would be.

"She's pretty. And obviously happy." He strokes a curl of hair back from her damp forehead.

"I do my best for my girl. But it's really none of your business and you should leave now." It's taking me all my energy not to ring the bell for my manservants, but there's a twinkle in his eye that stops me.

"When was the last time you were properly fucked, My Lady?"

The word and the polite address jars me. "That really is none of your business, My Lord Sheriff." I sniff. "I am not interested in...your kind, anyway."

"How interesting. Not for a long time, then, if ever. No wonder you walk so tall and stiff, and are so excruciatingly polite."

I gasp. "How dare you! Here in my own chamber!" I reach for the bell-pull.

Quick as a flash, he snatches my wrist out of the air and pins it to the wall. The crop twists out of my grip and slaps the floor. He's so close now, I can feel his breath on my face, sweet with mead, and warm. From the chair next to the fire he picks up a length of rope I have unwisely left lying there.

"My Lady, you are too unbending. You deserve a damn good fucking, so hard that you scream the moon down from the sky. I can't wait to see you come."

He's too close. I can feel his cock stiff in his breeches despite the thickness of my velvet winter dress. I shudder, revolted.

"Enough of your games." I wrench my wrist away from him, hissing and spitting like a cat. Not quick enough. He's got my arm twisted up behind my back now and I'm cursing, but it hurts and I can do nothing - my own house rules are working against me. Even if I scream, no-one will come, and the Maid is still out of the world, bound on the table.

Swiftly, he snatches my other hand before I manage to slap him, and before I know it he has tied them both together behind my back, in a strange mockery of the Maid's position. He takes the long end of the rope and tethers me, facing the Maid, to the bedpost. I can't move to save my life, can't scream. I will not weep, whatever he forces me to do.

Then he steps away from me. Surprised, I slump forward. He lifts the crop from the floor and strokes my cheek with it. I spit at him viciously.

"That's enough of that, My Lady. Give me a chance. I think you're going to enjoy this."

"I hardly think so. Forced, in my own chamber? Don't flatter yourself. You repulse me."

Smiling...the cheek of it! he crosses the room again and gently wakes the Maid. He bends over her, and I cannot hear his whisper, but her face brightens and she nods, smiling widely. Oh, my pure, beautiful Maid, about to be spoilt. I cannot bear to watch, and yet I am morbidly fascinated by his merry eyes and what he's said to her to make her smile like that. He bends to her again, lifting her carefully, and now he's taking off her dress. I can't stand it.

"Leave her alone, you foul bastard!"

He puts his head close to hers, and they turn their faces to me, identical, cunning grins spread across their faces. Her nakedness drives me wild, as ever. Oh, I can't bear to see her in his hands.

He whispers to her again and she points into a shadowy corner. No, I think. Not the box. She can't have told him about the box, the little traitoress.

She comes over to me, and her skilled hands unlace my bodice.

"Don't do this, Maid."

She places her finger across my lips. "Shhhh, Mistress. Have no fear." Her full breasts sway as she reaches down to unshoe me and remove my skirt. With exquisite slowness she pulls off my stockings and underclothes. I am quite naked now and helpless, my hands useless behind me. She reaches out a finger and draws the nail across my nipple, causing my whole skin to prickle despite the warmth of the fire.

I'll see you black and blue for this, I think.

"Ah! Here it is. I thought a woman of your...persuasions would have one." His voice echoes from the darkest corner of my chamber. Oh! what has he found, the pillager of my secrets?

He is behind me now, and the world goes dark.

"You would blind me as well? It is too late, you knave, I would know your loathesome face anywhere."

Again, the Maid presses her finger to my lips.

"Shhh."

I feel my hands being untied, but no sooner are they free than they are tied in front of me instead. The rope jerks on them, tying me back again to the bedpost, hands above my head and stretched upwards, the cold post pressed between my breasts. I hear the creak of someone climbing on my bed in front of me.

SWISH-CRACK! He is using my own crop on me!

SWISH-CRACK! I gasp, shuddering. It has been a long time since I have felt the bite of the lash.

SWISH-CRACK! The pain spreads warmly over my backside, it's leading edge tingling sharply.

SWISH-CRACK! The blows are landing upon previous blows now. I struggle to keep my face straight and proud in front of my Maid's gaze.

SWISH-CRACK! At twenty lashes, he's into a strong, fast rhythm now and my head is beginning to spin. The pain is intense, it burns, I will burn forever, my arms ache dreadfully above me. And yet, and yet, I feel my cunt is wet and beginning to twitch in desire and anticipation of orgasm. 

SWISH-CRACK! Thirty now, and I'm close to falling into a faint. It has been far too long since I had a Mistress myself, and my tolerance has faded as the years have passed.

He seems to realise, and the beating stops. My hands are brought down further, and my hips taken hold of to pull me backwards. I am now bending from the waist forwards, my burning arse high in the air. I feel my ankles shackled to some kind of bar that spreads me wide and open, but I am beyond caring at this moment. The pain is so intense that it almost blocks out the misery of being abused with my own tools.

I feel a pressure at my cunt. Dully, I think it must be his cock and now he will have me. I will not scream. Indeed, he is pushing into me now, so thick and heavy and hot. I cannot tell where the burning ends from the pain and where the burning of his entry begins. Hands grip my waist, forcing me hard onto his cock, it is the fucking of my life and I know it. I feel his thrusting, his great length rubbing at my insides. There are other hands now, fingers at my clit, a mouth briefly at my breast, another finger rubbing my arsehole and forcing entry. 

It is too much. My hands wrap around the bedpost, nails clawing as the first waves of orgasm come over me, my body shaking in abandon, my cunt now gripping his cock hard, pulsing. The extra hands leave me and I begin now to scream as I am fucked mercilessly, coming and coming, unable to stop as wave after wave crashes over me.

And then the blindfold is snatched away and I am staring, screaming still, into his eyes, which dance wickedly before me. 

Another orgasm rips through me as the realisation hits that it cannot possibly be him fucking me...

The cock is still in me, pushing hard, but spent, I collapse to my knees, sobbing. I feel it come out of me, slithering in my own juices. I ache everywhere; I have been fucked.

I am untied, he lifts me to the bed and kisses my damp forehead. The Maid stands at his side, still strapped into the harness she has been fucking me with.

"The moon has fallen, My Lady."

In the morning, he is gone. There is only a scrap of parchment left for me, with the words "I'm not interested in your kind either, My Lady."

In the afternoon, I beat the Maid until she bleeds. 



The Maid



The sharp rap at the door brings me from my slumber. 

"Ess houzkeein"

I wrap myself tighter in your warmness, waiting for you to send her away again. This being the third time she's returned. A smile forms on my lips as I think back to earlier...

We didn't hear the first knock. I was facing out the room window, arms extended upwards with my wrists secured to the curtain railing. You had just lashed my ass with the pony tail whip/plug when the door opened.

Surprised at the sound we both turned to look. You freely spinning around, me only managing to twist my body sideways. Our surprise exceeded by hers.

She stared for a moment before blushing deeply, it requiring a deep blush with her olive skin to be noticed. Mumbling some form of apology, she backed out of the room and closed the door. Her movements backwards rushed but not that rushed that she wasn't able to fully comprehend what we were doing.

You must have smiled at her for your grin was complete as you turned back to me. The next lash with extra sting, loud enough for her to hear perhaps? 

Resting my forehead against the glass, I gazed down into the open parking lot behind the hotel. From our vantage point on the 3rd floor, we were visible to passersby, but only if they looked up in our direction. 

I already had two "admirers." Since they were male, you'd let them watch for a minute or two before pulling the curtains to hide us. Only after they left did you reopen the drapes and continue whipping me.

Several minutes after her intrusion, I spotted her in the lot. Obviously noticing the open window, she must have rushed out to see from the other side. Her dark eyes on me instantly along with a look of astonishment.

"She's there now," whispered for you following the next sting of the horsehair. I feel your arm around my shoulders as you stand beside me, looking into the lot. The jostling of your body against mine tells me that you are waving to her. She looks a bit longer then glances about before walking back towards the building and out of sight.

"I guess she didn't like what she saw," the only comment from you.

It wasn't long though before I spied her again. Turned sideways, I wasn't sure how long she was there as it wasn't until an especially wicked slap at my breast caused my head to fall to the glass. A movement in the corner of my line of vision had me look and see her staring skyward towards us.

I didn't mention her to you this time. Partly to see if she would remain and partly to keep this little secret for now. 

Three slaps later, you twist a nipple in your fingers with your mouth at my ear. "Is she still looking?" And now I nod, acknowledging her presence to you. "Good, I think she changed her mind about us." You kiss me long and deep before turning to wave at her.

She jerks her head to look down, as if that would fool us into believing she wasn't watching, then again scurries back out of sight.

The next knock came a half hour later. We ignored it but she continued to knock and announce herself as housekeeping. I hear you giggle and then your voice loud and clear tells her to come in.

I don't dare stop and can only see her out of the corner of my eye. She, however, can clearly see me and you. You standing at the foot of the bed, bent over, hands gripping the mattress with your legs spread. Me behind you, pony tail hanging down from my ass with the plug firmly inserted. Hands holding your cheeks as my tongue bathes your asshole.

"Izz, sourry..."

But she doesn't move and I continue my now feverish licking at your ass.

Your voice is steady as you tell her to come back later in a half hour, ending with a small "ummmm" as my tongue wiggles at you.

She disappears from my vision and the door clicks closed once again.

You reach back with one hand and pull my face tighter to you. "I do think she likes what she saw." And I can hear the smile in your voice.

She didn't return in a half hour. Maybe she knew that she would get another show if she did and was too modest for it. Or perhaps she didn't understand the time reference. In any event, she missed you fucking me with your strap on.

Fucking me and slapping me. Asking if I scared her away. I claim my innocence, trying to appease you with the vigor of my movements on your cock. 

You were powerful in how you pleasured me, bringing me to a equally powerful orgasm but both vaguely let down by her failure to reappear. And I know when you removed the harness and positioned yourself over me, part of your enjoyment of pissing on me was that she would have to change the soaked sheets later.

Curling up into you as you pulled the covers up over us, I kissed you and whispered my love. Wrapped tight with you, I drifted off to sleep only to be awoken by her knock.

Only this time, you didn't send her away. Instead, you removed me from your arms and got out of bed. You pulled a light robe around you and opened the door.

Laying on my side, completely uncovered by you as you left the bed, I look as you greet her at the door. She is obviously unnerved and shoots quick glances at you, me and the room. The fresh air entering along with her also tells me that she is smelling our sex that permeates the air.

This being my first good, close up, look at her, I let my eyes take in her body as you gesture her in. She steps in uncertainly with a look of not being able to stop herself at the same time. 

She is short, maybe 5 feet tall...just maybe. With thick black hair tied up in a ponytail that reaches halfway to her ass. Her body full and, I imagine, firm underneath her uniform. Her breasts large for a woman her size. As she turns to close the door, I decide that her ass is just right for her body, round and shapely without being fat.

She starts to speak but you place a finger on her lips, indicating that she should remain silent. I see that she is already under your spell as she complies and allows you to lead her to the bed.

Standing inches away, you move behind her. Both hands on her hips then sliding upwards until you take hold of her breasts. Your lips at her ear whisper, "This is Jenny and I'm Judy." before you kiss her neck softly.

"Inez..." but your finger on her lips stops her from uttering anything further.

She turns her head and looks up as you kiss her. There is no hesitation in her kiss, telling us both she knows that coming here now is to join us in bed. To fuck and be fucked.

I kneel and start to undress her uniform. Feeling my touch, she breaks off the kiss with you and faces me. At her height, I'm her equal and only need to lean forward a bit to enjoy her lips. As with you, she kisses me greedily with a hunger that increases my own desire.

Together we undress her, taking turns kissing her sweet mouth. When not kissing her, we take our enjoyment in her body which is just as I imagined, full and firm. Breasts tipped with dark areolas just begging to be sucked, which I gladly oblige.

I see you bend as you pull her panties down her legs. As she shifts from foot to foot to allow you to remove them, I toy with her nipples. Pinching them, twisting them, pulling them. As you like to do to mine.

Looking over her shoulder, you watch me stretch them out. Her head falling back against your chest. You hold her still, pulling her arms back behind her causing her breasts to jut forward even more for me.

My eyes moving over her body as I pull and pinch her nipples harder. Skin flawless with light tan lines where the sun hasn't been able to increase the natural olive color. A full bush of dark curly hair, so invitingly covers her mound.

"Do you want her baby?" Your lips at her ear but speaking to me. She understands this and looks to me to see my decision. I smile and nod, with my smile returned with hers.

I stand and take her from your arms. Kissing her long and deep, giving her my tongue which she sucks on immediately. I see you move to the bed, laying down to watch us. To see what I do with my gift.

Squeezing her tight ass, she moans and sucks harder on my tongue. Because of her stature, I find myself unable to maintain full frontal contact of our bodies. To remedy it, I grab her ass and lift, her legs going around my waist as soon as her feet leave the ground.

Pleased, I carry her over to the still open window. Holding her there for all to see but never bothering to look myself to see if we had any company. Our kisses continuing, both greedy now trying to suck each other's tongue. 

Her eyes glance upwards, expecting to see the binds you used before but finding them gone. My tongue finds her ear and then I whisper not to worry, that I don't need them to whip her in the window.

I lower her to the floor and release her from my embrace. Turning, I let her see my tail before taking her hand and placing it upon the horsehair. She tugs at it and I relax my ass. I see your reflection in the glass as she drops to her knees behind me.

With one hand on my butt, she slowly increases her tension and pulls the plug out. I gasp as the wide end stretches me open, followed by the very pleasant sensation of the rest gliding out. Even more pleasant when her tongue replaces the tail.

I reach back and caress her head. The thick hair still bound up by the ponytail provides a grip for me to pull her in. Her hot tongue sending currents of fire into my pussy. Increasing the blaze with each circle around my rim.

I pull her up and push her towards the window. Her hands flat on the glass looking out. In the deepening dusk, the room interior is superimposed on the view outdoors. This allows me to see her face and yours from my position at her rear.

I see you nod and smile as I pick up the discarded tail. Holding the slick plug, I step back and swing the horsehair stands. Her sweet tight ass so ready for it. It bites her and brings a soft gasp from her lips.

Tightening my grip, I whip her over and over. Redness increasing along with her little whelps of pain/joy. I find my own heat rising as well. Glancing over at you, your eyes gleam and acknowledge my newfound pleasure and gaining a glimpse of your own pleasure in dominating me.

Her knees buckle at the last lash and I need to grasp her by the ponytail to keep her from falling. Deciding that I should stop, I lift her up only to hear her protest no, no , no. I smile, discovering yet another tingle at her need for more.

I pull her by the hair back to the bed, pushing her from several steps away so that she falls prone before you. With her feet still on the floor, her ass is up before me. I reach for the lube on the nightstand and you turn her face to see what I am doing.

Her dark eyes so inviting, pools that I find myself gazing into as I squirt a blob of lube into my palm. They shift to look at my hands, and she sees that I am readying the plug for her. Her pink tongue touches her lips as I spread the lube then move behind her.

Aiming the tip, I find it slides easily in the first inch or two. Your hands on her shoulders, looking down her back, you whisper to go slow but she can take it. And I press it forward, eagerly watching her ass open and enclose it.

Her head lifts up and I think she is about to utter another protest as her rim closes about the thin ring before the base. I give her ass a wicked slap to let her know I was aware of her intention to speak. Seeing her flesh shake with the blow, I find it so enticing I strike her again. 

And again.

And again.

Its not until her cries cause you to look up at me do I stop. Having become lost in act of making her my bitch, wanting her to beg me to stop. I see now that her ass is bright red on both cheeks, wondering how I did not notice before.

I bend down and kiss her cheeks. One hot area of flesh, then the other. I let my tongue caress the entire red area, offering some soothing after my spree of punishment.

Looking up, I see you kissing her and caressing her face. Just as I cease my caresses, you break off the kiss and bring your hand across to slap her face. She moans loudly and I pull her onto her back, still with only her upper body on the bed. 

Straddling her with my knees on either side of her chest, holding her arms to the side, I smile down at her. Lightly touching her face with my fingertips, tracing her high cheekbones and temples and chin and lips. I tell her how pretty she is just as my hand slaps her face.

You move off the bed, donning the strap on once again. The 9" black cock sticking out in front of you as you walk behind us. I see her eyes trying to follow you and I squeeze my fingers into her cheeks to hold her gaze to my face. Only releasing a moment later to slap her again.

Watching her eyes, I can tell that you've entered her. This is confirmed a second later as her body moves under me with your thrust. Her lips form an O as you start to fuck her and I again caress her face.

Seeing that she is beginning to enjoy your cock in her cunt, I raise my body up. I then lower my pussy directly to her mouth.

I find that my excitement is going to get the best of me quickly as her tongue attacks my pussy. Giving in to it, I grind and hump on her face. Your hands take hold of my hips as you increase the pace of your fucking as she treat her at both ends.

Despite my weight on her, I can hear her moaning under me. This pushes me over the edge and I flood her face with my cum. My hands now flat on the bed above her, I cry out in the throes of my orgasm.

She sucks and licks at me and I find myself very pleased with her. I lift up and start to move off her face but your hands on my hips stop me.

"Do you want her as your bitch?"

"Yes."

"Ask her if she wants it."

I look down into her smeared wet face. Our eyes meet and I whisper, "Are you my bitch?"

"Si, si.."

You lean forward and kiss my back, allowing me to feel your thrusting into her. Your voice behind me, "You know what you need to do then."

From below me, "Si, si, si..."

Smiling, I cradle her face between my hands. Hips raised above her, I look down and meet her gaze. Her orgasm close, face sweaty as she bites her lower lip.

My piss hits her face and she opens her mouth for it. Seeing that, I increase the flow, my stream hard and splashing on her. I fill her mouth, then cover her face with it.

She swallows and cries out in orgasm.



The Maid



Master and two of our friends were seated at our dining room table. Me, i was serving, dressed in a very revealing French Maid's outfit that Master had bought me on-line. A black corset with a very short attached skirt, the boning on the corset and the edging on the skirt was white. There was a little white bow right in the middle of the top of the corset. i even had on black fishnet thigh highs, spiky heels, and a little bit of lace in my long red hair. i wore my training collar.

Dinner was over. i had cleared the table and served up creme brulee for dessert and drinks, both of which i had made myself. i stood behind Master's chair, on his right, my head bowed, and my hands clasped in front of me, watching and waiting in case anyone needed anything. They were talking about things, computers, politics, physics. i wasn't really listening. It's not that i couldn't carry my own in a conversation like that, i can. It's just that intelligent conversation wasn't my job for the evening. Serving was, and most of my attention was captured by the amount of food on people's plates and anticipating their needs for napkins or refills.

Everyone looked as though they were through with their plates, so i moved forward quietly, unobtrusively.

"May i take your plate, Master?" i spoke quietly, as i leaned forward and touched the plate.

"Yes, thank you," Master said. i removed the plate, fork, and napkin, but left his drink. "The problem with the current understanding of nanotechnology is that the general public doesn't realize that the mere presence of nanoparticles is not in itself a threat. It's only their mobility and increased reactivily that make them risky, and then only if some of their properties were harmful to humans or the environment."

i moved to the next person. "May i take your plate, Sir?" i leaned forward.

He nodded and continued speaking, in counterpoint to what Master had just said. "We don't actually have enough data to know for sure if nanoparticles could have an undesirable effect on the environment, although carbon nanotubes practically soak through skin, and can be carcinogenic."

My interest was piqued, but i said nothing. i moved on. "May i take your plate, Ma'am?"

She nodded, and i leaned in to pick up the plate as she said, "Yes. You've got to consider the nanoparticles that are released during production or as waste accumulate in the soil, plants, or water. And in addition, manufactured substances end up being disposed of as waste or recycled. There's just not enough information to know if some of the nanoparticles will end up being non-biodegradable."

i couldn't help myself. "But the benefits outweigh the risks. Considering the information we do have, it's unlikely we're going to end up with a grey goo scenario. In fact, since scientists are aware that they don't know, they can take steps to reduce the risks even further," i said as i straightened up with her plate in my hand. All three of them stopped speaking and stared at me. i blushed bright red, straight to the roots of my hair.

Oh no. i dropped my gaze immediately, my arms full of dishes. "i'm sorry," i whispered.

"We'll talk about this later," Master said, taking another sip of his drink. "Get into the kitchen and clean up."

"Yes, Master," i said, hurriedly, and bobbed a quick curtsy. My heart was pounding hard as i rushed into the kitchen. Once there, i barely managed to set down the dishes before i burst into tears. Stupid stupid stupid! One job tonight, service, and i couldn't manage to do it without messing it up. All i really had to do was keep my mouth shut. That was it.

i couldn't indulge myself with tears for long, though. i knew i only had a short amount of time to do clean up before i was required to return to Master's presence. i didn't want to mess that up too. i wiped my eyes, cleaned up the kitchen, and returned to the dining room, where Master and his guests were finishing their drinks and their conversation.

The moment i walked into the room, Master's gaze fastened onto me. "We've been talking, jessie, and since you so rudely and inappropriately interrupted our conversation, you're going to have to make it up to each of us."

Ma'am and Sir were both smiling, and looking at me. They were regular participants in all aspects of our life, but i hadn't exactly expected the evening to turn out with me having to make up for a mistake to three different people. i felt ashamed for having messed up, and at the same time, i began to feel aroused.

Master beckoned to me, and i went.

"Kneel," he said. i did. He attached a leash to my collar and led me to the dungeon. Ma'am and Sir followed us.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees." i did. He traced his hands up and down my buttocks, and then between my legs, gently trailing them around and over my pussy. Then he smacked my ass, two hard swats, on on either side of me. He placed his foot upon my back side and pushed. i went with the pressure, yielding under the weight, until he said "come back here". i returned to my original position and supported it. He repeated the caresses and the spanks and then ordered me onto my back.

i lay on the carpet and watched as he retrieved a blindfold and put it on me. Starting with my breasts, he attached clothespins to me, my nipples, my pussy lips, the flesh of my breasts. One by one, he put them on me. i don't know how many, i didn't count, only the exquisite pinch of the wood against my flesh. i moaned and gasped, my breath quick. Each pin, when placed, was manipulated either by the brush of his chest above me, or the push of his thigh between mine, pressing the pain deeper within me. Suddenly cold metal between my breasts and the sharp prick of the whartenburg wheel. The trail of the wheel lead between my breasts and down my sides, over my mons, intensifying the already acute pain of the pins. i wiggled a little, attempting to relieve the pain, and moaned as he kissed me.

He removed the pins and the sharpness turned to ache. He crouched above me, leaning in, and the world was him. i hungered for a kiss, the soft touch of his lips, but he fled my seeking mouth, evading me, only granting the lightest of touches, the brush of his beard against the side of my face, the gently trail of his lips on my cheek or quickly and lightly pressed against mine. i wanted more, i needed more, and i let out a soft whine. His mouth went to my nipple and he bit HARD. i sucked in my breath, going still, trying to absorb the pain, as he returned above me.

"Where are my kisses now, hmmm?" he whispered to me, as i sought to control myself. "i'm sorry, Master," i whispered back, seeking his lips again. He granted me a kiss, and then his hands were between my thighs. i squirmed.

He made me beg him for his fingers inside me, and i wanted it. i begged until he thrust one finger in, then two, then three. i thrust back against him and tried to take more, harder. He removed his fingers from me, and traced them over my skin. "Stand up and get on the spanking bench," he ordered me. i heard him take down some floggers and swing them around.

Master flogged me in earnest, and then Sir joined in. Since i was blindfolded, i have no idea who was hitting me when or with what, but the joint flogging went on for a long time on both back and ass. i pushed through the pain and came out the other side. After the flogging stopped, Master beat my ass very very hard with the SLUT paddle. i was left gasping from the onslaught.

He switched to a belt. "What did i tell you was the rule for tonight?"

i could barely respond with the way my body was singing from the punishment i had received. "To serve only. That i was not to be involved."

"You messed that up, didn't you?" The belt smacked and stung. i gasped with each strike as i answered him.

"Yes, Master."

"And this is your punishment." The belt came down particularly hard and i tried not to scream.

"Yes, Master!" He stopped. and switched to the heavy rubber hose. He said nothing else, just let me absorb what i had done as the hose beat down. When he was finished with that, he and Sir flogged me again.

They pulled me off the bench and i practically fell to the floor. Master grabbed my collar, and pulled me over to the massage table, ordering me to lay face up. Then, Ma'am joined in my torment. She put nipple clamps on me and used the whartenburg wheel and the needle hammer on different parts of my body.

"She's such a whore," Ma'am said while she rubbed my pussy, sliding her fingers in and out of me.

"Yes, she is. A disobedient one, though," Master responded. He turned my head roughly to the side.

"Suck my cock, disobedient slut."

i opened my mouth and accepted his cock, sucking it eagerly. They caressed me and hurt me, and most of the time i really couldn't tell who was what, unless i concentrated on a single action. It all kind of blended into a flow of pain and pleasure over my body.

i rubbed Sir's cock with my hand, and Master pulled my face away from his cock and pushed me to the other side to suck on Ma'am nipples as she leaned over me. Ma'am pulled hard on the nipple clamps causing me to gasp. Sir's hand was between my legs now, pinching and pulling my clit, forcing my legs further apart. i needed to cum so badly.

i begged for release, but Master denied me.

"Disobedient slaves are not rewarded with pleasure," he stated. Ma'am pulled the clamps off my nipples roughly and they dragged me from the massage table, pulling me into the bedroom.

Master shoved me onto the bed on my hands and thrust into me from behind roughly. Ma'am slid beneath me so that my weight was supported by her, and Sir shoved his cock into my mouth. My body hummed as it bounced back and forth from their thrusts, completely out of my control. They used me and used me until Sir came into my mouth, and Ma'am slid out from beneath me. Master sat back and watched as i moved between her legs, gently licking her pussy. Master held my head there with my collar as i eagerly and willingly licked her to orgasm, her hands grasping the bed covers as she spasmed against my tongue.

The sights and sounds had reinvigorated Sir, and he pulled Ma'am onto her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. Master pulled me over to him, slid beneath me, and slid his cock into me. "Fuck me," he said to me in a rough voice. i rode him hard, my clit rubbing against him, fighting not to orgasm as his cock slid in and out of me. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto him as he came deep inside me. He continued moving me up and down on his cock, and then thrust me away from him roughly.

i almost sobbed as my clit lost contact with him. i crawled to him.

"Please, please, Master, let me cum?" i placed a hand on his chest pleadingly. He glared at me.

"I'm still displeased with you, slave," he said. "Go to bed. We'll see if you behavior tomorrow is any better."

My heart sank. "Yes, Master," i said, and left the bed for my pallet on the floor, my pussy and clit still throbbing. i fell asleep, my legs spread apart to relieve the wanting, listening to the quiet voices of the three of them talking on bed. 



The Maid & the Mrs.



"Isabella, Isabella...Can you come in here and help me with something?"

Isabella was dusting a large banister on the stairs when she heard Victoria Carbonara, her boss, calling down to her from the upstairs master bedroom. She had been working at the Cabonara Estate for nearly 20 years and knew every nook and cranny of every room in the house. She was only 21 when she first applied for a housekeeping job there. Over the years, she had seen the English tutor mansion go through two full renovations, five redecorations, two wives and a slew of hired help. She always managed to keep her job and overall she enjoyed her work and took it very seriously. Now over 40, her hardworking demure was starting to show on her once youthful figure. Isabella was a petite 5'2, she has dark brown hair and eyes to match. She was still attractive, but now her face had crincks and wrinkles, she was carrying a little child-rearing weight in the areas of her tummy, hips and thighs, and her legs and feet ached from her hard days of cleaning and organizing. She would often come home late in the evening to cook dinner for her husband and three children and toss her shoes callously about, dreading the time when she would have to put them on for another day of arduous work. 

Nevertheless she was thankful for the longevity of her career at the estate. It had given her some financial security; over the years she had saved enough money that allowed her to be able to afford her first home, a place for her now teenage children to feel safe and secure. 

"Isabella!" she heard Mrs. Cabonara call to her again. She put down her feather duster and started up the grand, wooden staircase. She passed four bedrooms and then entered the heavy, double doorway leading to the master suite.

"Where are you?" Isabella called.

"I'm in here," Victoria called from inside the large walk-in, cedar closet.

Isabella found Victoria towards the back of the closet behind a large Victorian dresser, which showcased all of Mrs. Carbonara's expensive jewelry and gifts from her husband. She seemed to be struggling with a black cocktail dress that was only halfway on. Victoria was the new wife of Dr. Carbonara, a well-known plastic surgeon in Southern California. She was much younger than his first wife. At 26 years old, Victoria, was tall, blonde and slender. Her complexion was golden from being out in the sun and she had the most beautiful green eyes that seemed to sparkle when she smiled. The black dress was on her lower half, covering her long, athletic legs and tight ass. On the upper portion of her body, her new breasts were nearly spilling out of a plain black strapless bra.

"Can you help me with this?" Victoria asked in frustration, as it was obvious that she had been fighting with the slinky dress trying to zip it up.

Isabella got behind her and brushed her beautiful blonde hair away from her neck, she could smell the expensive perfumes and lotions on her beautiful skin. She reached down for the zipper and caught a glimpse of Victoria's black lacy panties. As she zipped up the dress, she wondered what her sexy employer's pussy looked like. She knew she frequently made appointments to get a bikini waxing. She could picture her self in between Victoria's legs, admiring her freshly waxed bikini line and smelling her sweet juices.

"Isabella...thank god you came to my rescue," Victoria said affectionately. "I have a benefit to go to with Hal tonight and I am running so late."

Isabella came out of the sexual trance she was in. "It's no problem, Ma'am."

"You don't have to call me ma'am...please...call me Victoria."

Isabella was a tad embarrassed. She remembered that Victoria did not want to be called ma'am, and had mentioned it several times to her before. She had gotten into the habit of calling the doctor's first wife, ma'am, who was much older than the vixen that stood before her.

Just then the phone started ringing and Isabella reached for the brass old-fashioned French receiver, which had recently been installed by one of the handymen in the closet. While answering in her usual phone manner, Isabella, out of the corner of her eye, could see Victoria fastening an ornate diamond and emerald bracelet on her wrist and then admiralty starring at it, as she twisted her hand to see it shimmer and sparkle. Isabella finished with the call and put the phone down slowly.

"Ma'ma...um...Mrs. Victoria," she started, "That was Dr. Carbonara. He is held up at work and unfortunately cannot make it to the benefit tonight."

She could see the disappointment in her young employers face. Victoria sluggishly fell back on a velvet, cushy chair and slug one shoe off in anger. "I can't fucking believe him," she said like a frustrated teenager, "He's always at work."

It was true; Dr. Carbonara loved his profession and was always caught up with his work. He spent hours upon hours preparing for surgery and perfecting new ways of the surgical tasks he performed. He was at his practice so often that he often slept there and wouldn't make it home until 5 a.m., only creeping into bed with his beautiful wife for an hour or so before he was up to start another work day. Isabella felt sorry for Victoria, she was so young and how she loved getting dressed up for him. She could tell that Victoria was lonely and missed him terribly. After all, she had seen these signs before; it was only two yeas prior, when she witnessed the doctor's first wife pack her belongings and take their 8-year old daughter to New York.

Isabella reached for her and Victoria collapsed in her embrace, sobbing like a baby in her arms. Isabella comforted her and stroked her shiny blonde hair in the same way she had done for her children, when they were upset with schoolmate or with a skinned knee. Isabella had a very nurturing way about her and Victoria felt safe around her. She patted her back and rocked her until she began to settle down. Isabella fantasized about coming out their long embrace and engaging in a long romantic, tear-soaked kiss. She began to rub her back affectionately and could feel the tension and stress under Victoria's muscles. "Honey, you are so tense. Why don't you let me give you a massage?"

"That would be wonderful," Victoria said softly as she came out their clinch and reached for a box of tissues.

"Okay, okay," Isabella said excitedly, as she hoped this would lighten Victoria's somber mood.

She helped Victoria off the chair and gently held her wrist, guiding her out of the closet and into the bedroom. The master suite had been recently redecorated and was fit for a modern princess. The room was a soft shade of white. It had a certain retreat-like way about it and was stark with furniture expect for a large wooden four-post bed with hanging sheens of angelic like sleuths draped along the top and posts. The same drapery was on three sets of French doors leading out to a moonlit veranda. You could almost see the stars through the light fabric as it swayed softly to the gentle night breeze.

Isabella lit a few of the large pillar candles on the nightstand and turned around to see Victoria in her bra and panties laying face down on the plush white bed. Her panties made the shape of a lacy "v" and only partly covered her tight, tanned ass. Her expensive cocktail dress lay a few feet from the bed, heaped up on the floor like a pair of worn underwear. Isabella lathered her hands with some expensive looking lotion that she also found on the nightstand. She stood over Victoria's youthful body like a wolf ready to begin a feeding frenzy. Victoria reached behind herself and unfastened the strapless bra that was confining her. She arched her muscular back up, just enough to free it from her skin, and tossed it to the floor. 

Isabella started rubbing and massaging Victoria's back with deep force as her youthful superior moaned and started to feel more relaxed. Isabella loved touching Victoria's skin; it was so soft, and now shiny with lotion, as she melded her hands from Victoria's neck to the band of her black lace panties. She had kept massaging ferociously for close to 20 minutes until her hands began to tire. 

"No," Victoria shouted. "Don't stop what you are doing."

Isabella was tired and knew she could not keep massaging her with the same intensity. She, instead, began to make gentle circles going from the middle of her back outward. Victoria seemed to like this and moaned and sighed deeply. Isabella kept making the circles bigger and bigger until the edges of her hands started brushing against the sides of Victoria's breasts. With each outward circle, Isabella reached her hands further and further, touching more and more of what she could of Victoria's over-sized handfuls. 

Just then Victoria turned over abruptly and exposed her "DD's" to her much older housekeeper. Isabella admired each breast with her eyes. It was obvious that they had just been through a surgery; they were large and swollen. Her pale nipples were so hard and erect one could tell they were painful. It wasn't a surprise that there wasn't a scare in sight; breast augmentation was one of Dr. Carbonara's specialties.

"They haven't been touched by another person in so long," Victoria winced. "Please touch them, your hands feel so good."

Isabella, still standing on the side of the bed, submissively glided her fingertips over her boss's breast. Victoria moaned with pleasure and approval. Isabella eagerly starting caressing Victoria's breasts and nipples. Her hand cradled the fullest part of her breast and then came up like a claw to gently pinch at her nipple. Victoria enjoyed this greatly and motioned Isabella to join her on the bed. 

There was Isabella in her housekeeping uniform, in the same bed that she had made every morning with fresh sheets for nearly half of her life. Next to her layed her sexy, half-naked supervisor, she could feel the hotness and wetness build in her mound. In all her fantasies, she couldn't imagine Victoria feeling this good and could hardly believe this was really happening. 

Victoria sat up a little and put her hands on top of Isabella's. "They're still a little sore," she whispered.

Isabella then leaned over on her side, and lifted one of Victoria's breasts to her mouth. Victoria fell back with pleasure. She kissed, sucked and flicked her boss's brand new tits as if she had done it many times before. Although Isabella had only fantasized about being with another woman, she was extremely carefree about it. Being a woman herself, she touched Victoria's breasts how she would want hers to be touched. 

Victoria began thrusting her body with pleasure, as Isabella glided one of her hands down her stomach and outlined Victoria's panties with her fingertips. She first outlined the band and then traced down the side of her hip around to her inner thigh. She finally tracked her pussy lips through her panties. Isabella was so hot she could barely stand it. She had to get down there; she had to see the pussy she had been fantasizing about all day. 

With one full motion, she pried Victoria's legs apart and positioned her face in between them. She parted her sexy boss's lacey underwear to one side and caught her first glimpse of the pussy she was longing for. It was fully shaved, with no hair whatsoever. This excited Isabella so much. She had never seen a totally shaved pussy on a grown woman and never thought of shaving her pussy entirely. She was so horny now nothing was going to stop her.

She reached up and pulled Victoria's panties down her legs and around her ankles, so that her legs had no choice but to be bent, as Isabella was still in between them. With the tips of her fingers she lifted her boss's hairless cunt lips and saw a sheen of liquid emerge and glisten in front her eyes and then trickle down her cunt towards her ass. She pointed her tongue and licked it up. Victoria let out a long, lustful moan. It was the first time Isabella had ever tasted another woman's pussy juice and she liked the way it tasted more than she could have ever imagined.

She licked, kissed and sucked Victoria's pussy, often lapping at it as if she was a kitty cat. Isabella plunged her tongue in and out of her hole and then caroused her tongue over Victoria's red-hot clit. Isabella has made her so hot and wet that Victoria was in irreversible pleasure and started fingering herself in between lust licks and sucks from her new female lover.

Isabella loved being in plain view, watching Victoria finger herself with her long, delicate finger. "That's it, baby," Isabella coaxed, "Fuck yourself just like that." 

She decided to put one of her own fingers inside of too, and felt Victoria's cunt stretch to accommodate both her own finger and Victoria's finger inside of her.

Victoria's body started thrusting more and more and Isabella knew she was going to climax. She could feel her finger fucking her harder and harder, and she sucked at her clit as Victoria shuddered in complete bliss. 

"Oh, Oh, Oh," Victoria moaned in post-orgasmic bliss as Isabella lapped at her pussy until she had gathered all of Victoria's fresh cunt juice in her mouth. Isabella then snaked up to Victoria's smiling face and together they shared a wet, lustful kiss.



The Maid and the Pizza Guy



My name is Ryan I am 33 years old. I am 6'1 #200 with auburn hair and brown eyes. I am not in the best shape anymore but I wouldn't call myself fat either. I have been cross-dressing since the age of eleven. It started with just panties but has evolved to full dress over the years. I work as an electrician and take on side jobs when I can. 

With the recent state of the economy I was forced to look for other ways to increase cash flow, so I placed an add on craigslist for handyman work. I got a couple of responses but not enough to really help. Frustrated I tried again only I posted my ad in the personal section for a handyman who was willing to work nude for a price. Being that I am a cross dresser I also offered an option of doing it wearing lingerie. I had a few replies right away from guys who wanted me to do general handyman work in the nude. It was great cuz they were easy jobs and I got to charge double my usual fee. Then one day I got a response from a guy named Dillan who was interested in having me do some cleaning. 

He liked the idea of me cleaning around his place wearing lingerie. I told him that I didn't have much lingerie at the time but if he wanted I would clean the first time for free in exchange for him buying the lingerie for me to wear. He happily agreed and I gave him my sizes. A couple of days later he had gone to Victoria's Secret and purchased a really hot French maid outfit complete with stockings and a feather duster. And I began my new job as his maid. 

I cleaned his place with him watching me a jerking off for a couple of weeks before we began having sex, and every time he bought me something new to wear for him.

After a few months of this I had more lingerie than most women. He even gave me a drawer in his dresser and some room in the closet. This carried on for some time, i'd clean he pay me, we'd have sex and then repeat the next week. Then one day I am doing my usual routine wearing the maids out fit when the doorbell rang. I was a little scared and started for the bedroom.

"Get back here and clean." Dillan ordered.

I was really nervous about it but I went back to my dusting. Dillan opened the door and I could see that it was a pizza guy. He was about 20 years old 5'10" with shoulder length blond hair and very good looking. Dillan asked him to step in. while he was getting his money I noticed the delivery guy checking me out, when I heard.

"Now I can give you a five dollar tip, or I can have my maid give you a blow job. "

I was in shock did he just say that? What now? Dillan waved me over to them; I walked up close to the delivery boy and whispered in his ear while rubbing his cock through his jeans.

"Don't worry I don't bite." 

he didn't say a word but I could tell from his growing bulge that he was interested. I took him by the hand and led him to the couch. I reached out and undid his jeans letting them drop to the floor exposing his very nice seven inches. I began stroking his cock. 

"Sit back and relax." 

I said and I dropped to my knees and started sucking him. After a few mins he was really getting into it. I looked at Dillan who was watching us. 

"You want to give me a hand with this? "

and with that Dillan was on his knees next to me taking over. I got up and sat on the couch and began kissing our hot delivery guy, and he started rubbing my cock through my lace panties. A few mins later the guy let out a deep moan and shot rope after rope of his hot sticky cum down Dillan's throat. 

"Wow, that was great. "he said. 

"But I have to get back to work." 

Dillan and I helped him clean up and walked him out. As he was leaving Dillan told that if he wanted to come back by after he was done working that he was welcome. I hoped he would but I didn't think it would happen.

Later that night Dillan and I were relaxing on the couch watching a movie. I was wearing my satin garter slip with matching thong and sheer stockings, Dillan in just his boxer briefs, when there was a knock on the door. Dillan got up and opened the door.

"Hi, my name is Nick. "

he said as he walked in the door. I was instantly excited that my delivery guy came back.

"Have a seat, I'll get you a drink." 

Dillan said as Nick made his way to the couch. He sat down next to me and I put my hand on his thigh. 

"So Nick," 

Dillan said from the kitchen. 

"I'm curious, have you ever worn women's clothes before?" 

Nick instantly started blushing. 

"Actually I have tried on my sister thong a couple of times. " 

"Great" 

Dillan said. 

"Would you like to wear some now?" 

he just smiled and nodded yes, so I took his hand a led him to the master bedroom. I showed him were I kept my lingerie and he picked out a pink fly-away baby doll with matching boyshort. I pick out a pair of white thigh highs to go with and show him into the master bath to get ready. We got into the shower and I helped him clean and shave. 

After drying off I helped him into the babydoll and thigh highs, and I put his hair into pig tails. He waited in the bedroom as I went into the living room.

"Introducing the new Nikki"

To be continued.



The Maid Ch. 01



The sun came streaming through the window, hitting me straight in the face. Samantha, my wife had just got up with the alarm clock and left it ringing. She was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, hopping from foot to foot on the cold floor tiles. Yesterday she had flown in from the U.S.A after she had finished finalisizing a big business deal. God she was beautiful. I watched as she pulled her top over her head, her beautiful perky breasts bounced up and down, her nipples stiff from the cold.

"You better get up and go to work, my husband will be home any minute" Sam jokingly said when she saw me eyeballing her.

"What time will he be home" I asked pulling up my trousers, while I pushed my feet into my shoes.

"Oh, in about an hour or so" Sam said as she rinsed a bath cloth under the hot water tap and wiped her pussy with it.

"Time for a quick fuck before I leave" I asked doing up the buttons on my shirt.

"After all the sex we had last night and he still wants more" Sam said shaking her head.

I hopped off the bed and walked up behind her, grinding my hardening cock into the cheeks of her ass.

"No, we havent got time for another fuck" Sam said holding onto the side the of the hand basin, not moving a muscle as I pulled my now stiff cock out of my pants and pushed it slowly between her thighs and arse cheeks till I felt her hot pussy lips surround it.

"Yeah right" I said parting her legs so I could slip my cock into her.

"Please no" Sam moaned as I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy until I was all the way in.

"Oooooh christ make it quick please" Sam moaned as I started to pump my cock in and out of her pussy.

There's one thing I love about my wife, she's doesn't say no when it comes to sex. Well she may say it but she doesn't mean it. Shove a cock in her mouth and she'll suck you dry as I found out on the first night Sam and I made love. The first thing she did was beg me to fuck her mouth, then she told me how much she loved swallowing cum and then proceeded to tell me about how many men she had sucked off and fucked. As she was telling me all this, I was getting hornier and hornier and fucked her all over her apartment. Even thinking about it while I had my cock buried inside her hot pussy just made me want to pound the living crap out of her. 

"Oooohhh fuck baby....fuck me harder....yeah baby fuck my pussy....yeah..oh fuck yeah" Sam moaned pushing back against me faster while I thrusted the full length of my cock deeper into the depth of her pussy.

Sam held the sides of the hand basin tighter as she met my every thrust halfway, ramming her arse cheeks into my hips. I could hear sloshing noises coming from her pussy as I pumped my cock in and out of her.

"Still wet from last night" I grunted as I pounded my cock into her pussy.

"Yeah baby...your beautiful cum....from last night...filling me up....ooooohhhh filling me up like your going to do now" Sam moaned.

"You love my cum inside you, don't you baby" I said pushing my hard cock right into her hot pussy as far as it would go.

"OOOOOOHHHHH fuck yes....love your cock...in my pussy....in my mouth.....everywhere.....OOOO OOHHHHH FFFUCK YYYYYEEEESSSS" Sam panted lifting herself onto her toes as I tried to push the rest of my cock into her delicious hot pussy.

"Ooh god.....I'm going to cum baby....your making me cummmmm" Sam growled arching her back further down until her head lay on the hand basin.

"Fuck me baby...please fuck me.....fuck my pussy baby.....fuck meeeeee" Sam moaned as I went back to pounding her pussy even harder and faster.

I lasted about five minutes after Sam climax. Feeling her juices flow over my rigid cock and balls were to much to take before I myself start to cum.

"I'm coming to baby" I managed to moan as I felt her pussy juice flow over the head of my cock and then all over the shaft.

"Oooooh jesus christ.....cum for me baby.....cum for me please.....I'm cumming again" Sam moaned gripping tightly onto the hand basin as she orgasmed again.

"I'm cuming baby.....I'm cumming" I moaned as I rammed into her pussy a few more times before blowing my hot load of cum deep inside her.

"Oooooohhhh fuck, I can feel baby, I can feel your hot cum exploding into my pussy, oh shit that feels sssooooooo good, yeah fill my hot pussy baby" Sam moaned as she slowly pumped her pussy back and forth along my cock.

"Fuck you're a hot bitch baby, you sure know how to milk a man's cock" I said feeling Sam's pussy muscles tighten then loosen up as she pushed and pulled herself along my cock, milking it for all it was worth.

"Considering how big you're cock is baby, it's quite easy" Sam laughed letting out a heavy groan as she pushed herself hard against me, burying my cock all the way into her pussy.

Sam and I stayed bent over the hand basin for a few minutes, catching our breathes before I pulled myself out of her so we straightened ourselves up.

"I'm going to be late because of you" Sam moaned as she slipped into one of her favorite g-string lacy knickers.

"Well you won't need to make yourself some lunch" I said.

"Why's that" Sam replied bending over into the closet to pick out a pair of shoes.

"Because all you have to do is suck on your knickers" I said watching my sperm slowly leak out the sides of the crotch of her knickers and slide slowly down the inside of her thighs.

"Fuck I just wiped myself clean too" Sam said running her fingers up the inside of her thighs and into her knickers before pulling them out and slipping them into her mouth, sucking my sperm off them before licking them clean.

"Mmmmmm yummy" She said showing off her cleaned fingers.

"If you don't hurry up and get to work, you'll get more of that, much more" I said unzipping my pants and pulling out my hardening cock.

Sam always knew how to get me hot. If she wasn't finger fuck in her pussy while we watched television or bending over in front of me to show off her beautiful bald pussy lips. She is one hell of a erotic hot wife. Sam looked into my eyes and knew I wasn't joking.

"Okay I'm definitely outta here" She said hurriedly putting on the rest of her clothes and grabbing her shoes as she made a failed attempt to reach the bedroom door. "One more time" I said grabbing a handful of hair, pulling her head down to my cock.

"No I have to get to work and do my reports......please....mmmmm" Sam wailed before I filled her mouth fill of my cock.

Her mouth felt so warm and soft as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. Instead of fighting me, Sam grabbed my ass and pushed the entire length of my cock down her throat, sucking it as hard as she could. Of course, with the way she sucked cock, it didn't take me long before I came again, shooting another load of cum into her, this time into her mouth and down her throat. Sam swallowed every bit of it, not gagging once as spurt after spurt fired from my cock.

"Now I definitely don't need lunch" Sam said licking her lips after I pulled out of her mouth.

"Meet you for lunch anyway babe" I said as I watched her open the door to our apartment.

"Only if you have more milk for me to swallow" Sam said waving over her shoulder to me as she closed the door behind her.



The Maid Ch. 01



Nechole was excited but a bit intimidated at the prospect of working for the Wilsons. Everyone had heard about the infamous Wilsons. They were an old-fashioned couple, wealthy with "old money" and a bit extravagant. Their wealth often led them to believe that they were above the law. They were very demanding and expected perfection in every aspect of their lives. The people with whom they worked would testify to this. Mrs. Heather Wilson had conducted the interviews for a new maid but it was Mr. Donald Wilson III who would orchestrate things from behind the scenes. He pulled the strings; dealing with any issues and he paid the bills. Therefore he felt entitled to decide what was and was not acceptable. Mr. Wilson also had what was commonly called a "wandering eye." He enjoyed the ladies, especially the young ones with whom he could have his way. Rumors abounded about his affairs. While he let his wife hire the new maid, he didn't hesitate to nix hiring a few applicants whom he deemed as not sexy enough. Not that he would tell Betty openly but Mrs. Wilson more than suspected what he had going on and seemed to accept it.

Nechole loved the idea of working in the huge mansion. When she walked up to the imposing gate that surrounded the property she was in awe. She pushed the call button at the gate and waited for a response. 

A woman's voice spoke through the speaker, "Hello, who's there?"

"My name is Nechole. We spoke on the phone. I'm here to interview for the maid position."

The buzzer startled her when the latch was released on the gate and it swung open by itself. She walked through the opening gazing in awe at the beautiful setting. The entire estate was manicured with not a single weed visible. The entrance to the mansion was impressive as would be expected for a house like this. She pressed the doorbell. It took a while for Mrs. Wilson to open the door. 

"Sorry," she apologized. "We really do need a maid here as soon as possible. You caught me at the other end of the house."

Nechole was surprised at how young and pretty Mrs. Wilson was. She looked nothing like the image that she imagined from their reputation. This woman appeared to be in her early thirties and in very good shape.

The interview consisted of all the usual questions and went well as far as Nechole could tell. 

"We'll get back to you probably this afternoon," Mrs. Wilson said with a forced smile. "Can you find your way out dear?"

"Of course Ma'am," she replied, not entirely sure that she remembered the exact turns they had taken to get to the back of the house. Nechole headed for the front door, turning where she thought they had before but she was soon hopelessly lost in the house. She found herself in an unfamiliar darkened room as she went down what appeared to be a major hallway. 

"It must be a study or library," she thought to herself. 

She turned to see where else she should have gone when she noticed Mr. Wilson staring at her from beside a bookshelf. Seeing him staring really took her back. Not only was he as young as his wife but he was absolutely handsome and sexy, she thought.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Um, I think I took a wrong turn somewhere," she replied meekly.

"Are you here for the maid position?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'd like to ask a few questions too," he said as he put his book back in the case. "Come over here by the window," he commanded. 

She timidly followed his order and walked in front of the window where the sun was shining into the otherwise dimly lit room. 

"Spin all the way around for me so I can get a good look at you. 

She complied.

"Hmmm, very nice," he commented as he placed his hand directly on her bottom as she twirled in front of him. "Open up your blouse a bit more please."

She knew that this was way out of line for an interview but she really wanted the job so she unbuttoned her blouse down to the bottom and pulled it open for his pleasure.

"Ah, yes he said as he placed his hands around her glorious breasts where he lingered, running his hands all over her supple bosom. 

She sighed at his touch as he was gentle and knew just how to touch her to elicit pleasure. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

"I'll speak with Mrs. Wilson. Wait here. Did you discuss the salary?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great, I am very generous with raises when I get good help so consider that just for starters if you do well. Well then, I think you're hired. Oh, one more thing; Will you be available to live with us?"

"Yes sir," she replied immediately.

"Excellent! Then we'll be seeing a lot of one another around here."

He considered himself good at reading people and took her reactions to mean that she was okay with being his new pet. He liked what he saw and was eager for her to move in.

"When can you start?"

"Pretty much any time," she replied having been out of her last job for a few weeks. "I don't have a lease and I don't need to be anywhere right now. I also don't have many things to move. I think I can fit everything I own into my car in one trip."

"If you need help moving I can get Charles to help you. We'll prepare your room and you can move in tomorrow."

He handed her a business card for his assistant, Betty.

"Let's try to get you together with Betty my business assistant today to get everything arranged. She has an office at the top of these stairs, he pointed. I'll take you there and introduce you. Follow me. While you're meeting with Betty I'll speak with Heather, my wife to make it official. "

He led her up the stairs and into a nice office just off the top. 

"Betty, I'd like to introduce Nechole, our new maid. Would you please take care of the paperwork and get her the things she'll need? She'll also be moving in tomorrow so if you would please coordinate that I'd appreciate it. We're going to put her in the servant's quarters."

Betty arose from her seated position behind a desk and first tuned to Mr. Wilson and then Nechole, extended her hand to welcome her.

"I'll take care of everything, Sir," Betty replied. It's my pleasure to meet you Nechole."

"Likewise, Ma'am, "

"I'll leave you two alone while I go find Heather. Welcome aboard, Nechole."

Betty seemed very cordial as she gathered the forms to be filled out. She took a tape measure out of her desk and approached Nechole.

"The uniforms are custom tailored so I'll need your measurements," she said. 

She expertly measured Nechole, writing them down on a pad of paper. 

"There is special underwear required for your maid uniform as well. Please write your bra and panty sizes on this form so we can get everything you'll need to be looking sharp."

Nechole was excited be not only be working here but to also be living at the mansion. Would she be able to have friends over? She wondered how far his personal interest would go once she was living here. She rather liked the idea of being treated so well by everyone already.

The next morning she arrived in her car with all of her possessions. A gardener directed her around to a driveway into the gated estate. Her room turned out to be a nice little apartment with everything she needed in one separate building behind the mansion. The furnishings were old but quite lavish. The huge 4-post bed was the focal point of the bedroom. She sat on the bed to feel how the mattress felt. It was firm, just the way she preferred. The kitchen and bath were modest but very nicely decorated. The building had windows that overlooked the scenic river valley below as well as the beautiful grounds. Charles helped her to get set up, which barely took an hour. He seemed to enjoy flirting with her and she did not object. In that time she got to know Charles. They seemed to hit it off. He was a very nice guy and they had a lot in common. He too came from humble beginnings, had big ambitions for a better life and was about her age. He lingered for another hour just chatting with her.

"I'm here whenever you need a friend," he promised as he headed out the door.

"Thank you for all your help," she called out to him as he left abruptly because he was being paged.

There was a fancy maid's uniform for Nechole hanging in the clothes closet. She undressed from her street clothes to try it on. The underwear was not the regular every day sort of stuff. This looked like special things from Victoria's Secret. A very beautiful black bra with a two-tone thong. The fit of everything was perfectly tailored to her figure she noticed. Walking over to the mirror she modeled the uniform out. From several angles. It reminded her of the naughty French maid outfits that people wore for sexual fantasies or Halloween parties. It was low cut in front and had a very short skirt. She bent over and peered into the mirror.

"That dirty man," she thought to herself.

Just then there was a quick knock on the outside door followed by Mr. Wilson entering her living quarters. He closed the door and leaned against one of the bed posts, looking at her every move with his coy smile.

"That outfit suits you well, Nechole. I had to check you out and make sure that everything is to your liking here." 

"Thank you, sir. Everything is great," she humbly replied, noticing that he hadn't taken his eyes from her since he had arrived.

"Would you please help me with one thing?" he asked. "Would you please remove the tie-backs from the bedroom window curtains?"

The request seemed strange but she thought maybe he wanted the curtains closed for some reason. She went to work, untying the thick rope tie-backs and collecting all four. She placed them on the bench at the foot of the bed. He walked over and picked one up.

"You know Nechole; these are perfect for tying a person's wrists, for example. The thick rope doesn't cut into their skin and they are just about the perfect length to get a few wraps around their arms. Come over here and stand in front of me," he suddenly ordered. "I want to show you something."

She looked at his eyes and noticed that they were staring into her. She walked over and turned in front of him. 

"Hold out your hands."

She complied. He arranged her forearms together and wrapped the rope around her arms three times. Tugging to tighten her arms together he tied a knot with the ends.

"How does that feel to have your hands bound, Nechole?"

"It excites me a little," she replied. "It also frightens me a little too."

"You have nothing to fear, my pet. What I like about bondage is that it frees you, the submissive from trying to make love to your partner, the Dom. while he's trying to excite you before fucking you. When a submissive is properly bound, she is expected to give up control and let her Dom. pleasure her. She can focus on just receiving the pleasure while he concentrates on giving it, sometimes in unpredictable ways. Here let me show you"

He untied the knot on her arms. 

"Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back."

She did as he said. He re-tied her wrists together as he had done in front of her. He then took another tie-back and tied her elbows, forcing her shoulders to pull back with her breasts pushed out. He turned her so she was once again facing him. The uniform was cleverly designed so that the top could be stretched and pulled over her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He slipped her bra straps over her shoulders as well so he could uncover her nipples. They both could see that her nipples were hard and erect. He leaned down and kissed them as his fingers encircled the sides of her tits. His warm breath on her breasts made her tingle with excitement. She sighed a deep breath as he continued to fondle her. She was getting more aroused as he played with her body. When he reached under her short skirt, pulling her panties aside to feel her slit she straightened up. 

"You are wet my dear," he announced. "I think you are enjoying this session."

"Yes, sir," was the only thing that she could think to say to that proclamation.

He lifted her by the waist and laid her on the bed with her feet hanging over the side. Reaching up under her skirt he took hold of her panties and slipped them down and off over her feet. She lay still on top of her bound arms watching and waiting for what was to follow. He gently spread her legs and lifted her skirt from her pussy. He bent down over her until she could feel his tongue running over her clit. Her legs tingled down to her toes as he licked her sweet juices from her wet opening. Simultaneously he continued to stroke her breasts. She moaned so loudly it surprised even her. She was so horny that she knew she was about to cum. 

"Not yet. Try to hold back Nechole," he whispered then resumed playing with her body.

He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants along with his short. She could see his member standing hard and ready to enter her. He moved slowly, parting her lips as he pressed his cock slowly into her wet opening. 

He lunged, forcing it all the way in. He started to stroke her to his great satisfaction. He moaned as he was about to ejaculate. She couldn't hold off any longer. She came in waves as she screamed on the bed. He continued to pound her on the bed. They came together.

"I didn't expect you to be a screamer, Nechole," he said. "Next time we might want to try a gag. That's why we do this in this separate building."

She lay trembling from having just had such a powerful orgasm. He withdrew from her body and stood over her. He then rolled her onto her side and removed the ties.

"I think your first job is to clean your comforter," he said as he tossed the tie-back onto the bench with the other two. "Re-tie the curtains too, would you please? I have to get back to business. Welcome to the estate Nechole. Oh, and find Mrs. Wilson. She has some things for you too."

With that he left for the mansion.

After freshening up and straightening her uniform she went into the mansion through the back door that was connected to her quarters by a sidewalk. The mansion's kitchen was near the back entrance. She saw the cook and Nechole asked where Mrs. Wilson could be found.

"She's probably in her garden at this time of day," the cook informed her. "Just go out there in the yard behind the carriage house."

Nechole walked on the path through the back yard where she saw Mrs. Wilson picking some strawberries in the garden. "Garden" was an understatement. There were vegetables and fruit of all sorts planted inside a white picket fence. She sauntered over to ask Mrs. Wilson where she should start with her chores.

"Oh hello dear," she greeted Nechole. "You look lovely in your uniform. Are you finding everything all right?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Did my husband, Donald find you? He apparently has something important for you."

"Yes, we met and he took care of a few things Ma'am," Nechole replied.

"Oh good. Do you think you could start with the dusting the vacuuming? It's been weeks since the house was last dusted."

"Of course, Ma'am."

Nechole headed back to the house to get started on the cleaning. She felt comfortable with the assignment since she had done this kind of work many times before. She was shown to the supply closet by Charles. He seemed to be very useful and available when she needed help. He showed her a cart filled with all the supplies that she would need. She3 decided to start on the top floor then work her way down. Once the3 cart was on the second floor via the service elevator, she started dusting the shelves and tables. After dusting for an hour she was still in the first room. She realized that it would likely take weeks to get through the mansion with all the dusty surfaces.

She was so bust=y dusting that she didn't notice Mr. Wilson enter the room. He watched with interest as she dusted the statues with a feather duster. Her movements were fluid and purposeful with no wasted motion. The feather duster was a blur. As she swept it back and forth

"You appear to be very good at that," he complimented her.

She stopped dusting because he startled her and she wanted to be available in case there was something to discuss. He approached her.

"That feather duster gives me an idea," he told her. "May I?"

He took the duster from her hand and ran it several times over the back of his hand. 

"That really tickles," he concluded and gave it back to her.

Nechole took the duster back and stood at attention, waiting for him to state his purpose.

"Lift your chin for me please," he said with a mischievous grin on his face. 

She did as he said, standing still with her hands on her hips.

He took the feather duster and ran it ever so lightly over her neck and exposed chest. He watched her eyes to see her reaction. He ran it up and down from the top of her neckline to her chin, then back down again. The tickling made her flinch.

"You ARE ticklish," he exclaimed as he tried the duster on her neck again. 

The more he tickled her, the more sensitized she became and the harder it was for her to stand without wiggling 

and giggling.

"Come with me hon," he said as he placed his hand on her back to guide her.

They walked to another distant bedroom in the far reaches of the top floor. She had not seen this room before. The ceilings were sloped with the roofline and there were two small windows in dormers. This bedroom was as nice as the others, just smaller. 

"Slip you top down for me," he said, stiff clutching the feather duster. 

He waited for her to lower the garment, exposing her breasts and bra.

"Sit on the side of the bed," he told her as they both moved over to the side of the room. "Place your hands on your thighs and hold them there."

She looked up at his face and she obeyed, knowing that he was going to resume tickling her. At first the tickling was done with a very light touch that produced an intense reaction from her. She squirmed on the bed, losing control of her body.

"Please stop, Sir. I'll wet my pants," she implored.

"Place your hands on the mattress at your side," he ordered.

He continued tickling her neck and breasts as he pushed on her left shoulder with one hand to lay her back on the bed. She continued to twist and fidget as he persisted. He lifted her skirt to see whether she had in fact wet her pants. He ran his right hand over her panties to feel the moisture. She was wet but his touch made her more aroused. He ran his fingers over her clit, just barely tracing the outline on both sides. She shivered with pleasure as her state of arousal built.

"I guess you really are a ticklish one, Nechole. I'll leave you to get back to work. I heard a rumor that you were ticklish and I just wanted to see for myself."

With that Mr. Wilson left her on the bed. She immediately got up to make sure that the comforter wasn't spotted. To her great relief the pee had been limited to her panties and the back of her skirt. She was also glad that the skirt was dark navy blue so she could simply wash it out without a conspicuous spot on her clothing. She thought about her encounters with Mr. Wilson and wondered how far he would go. He had already fucked her on her first day. Nechole resumed her chores, hoping to get through all of the dusting before the end of the day. She was willing to work until the job was finished providing it didn't interfere with her own personal activities. She had established her rhythm again and the dusting progressed nicely. She wasn't entirely sure that she had found all of the rooms but she decided to quit for the day and pick up the vacuuming tomorrow. She was tired and wanted to rest, have something to eat and relax with a book she was reading. 

She put her cleaning cart away in the closet near the kitchen and headed to her quarters. Charles was sitting on a bench in the back, smoking a cigarette and staring into space. 

"Hi Charles," she said as she walked in front of where he was sitting.




The Maid Ch. 01



"Oh hi, Nechole," he answered as he blew a stream of smoke from his mouth that billowed around his head.

"What are you up to tonight, Charles?"

"I have to hang around until 10:00 in case Mr. Wilson needs my services," he replied with little enthusiasm. "He likes to leave for god knows where at the most inconvenient times and he usually wants a ride."

"Oh, I see," she replied. "I don't have much of anything going on tonight. Do you want to hang together until you're off duty?"

"I have a better idea," he said as it became apparent that something else had just crossed his mind. "Would you like me to show you one of the great secrets of the Wilson estate later tonight?"

"Uh, sure," she said now that he piqued her interest. "What do you have in mind?"

"There will be a gathering here on the grounds later tonight in the old carriage house. We can just remain in the background and watch. You won't believe your eyes. I'll stop by to pick you up around a quarter after ten. Wear dark clothing so you fit in. Nothing fancy, just wear something comfortable."

Charles' phone rang just then. He looked at the screen. "It looks like I'm needed at the front gate. Be ready for me later."

Nechole felt more awake again now that there were plans for the evening. She was completely fascinated by the way the Wilsons lived on the estate and it looked like she was about to learn even more about the secret side. She put some left-over dinner that the cook had given her into the microwave oven as she went to her bedroom to change. She washed up at the sink and refreshed her makeup. It was a warm evening so she didn't want to overdress, but she had no idea what it would take to blend in. She decided on her black tank top and jeans, assuming that this was going to be a casual gathering. She looked out the window in her kitchen as the grounds grew darker. She could see some activity in the compound. She heard the voices of both men and women and saw the silhouettes of people as they walked to the carriage house along a dimly lit path. She could not tell much other than the people seemed excited and there were getting to be a lot of people in the carriage house.

Charles arrived promptly as he promised. 

"Perfect! " He said when he looked her over. "You will fit right in."

He was dressed casually in his jeans and a navy blue collared shirt. 

"All set to go?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Is there anything else I should know? This all sounds very mysterious. Will it be okay to crash their party?"

"Of course you will be welcome. It's open to anyone who's invited by anyone in the group. I am a member so you are my guest. Just follow my lead and say as little as you must until you get to know how things are done."

"How often does this gathering take place?" she continued.

"Enough questions for now, Nechole. Just watch and learn. I hope you will enjoy the evening."

Charles took Nechole by the hand and led her along the path through the grounds to the coach house. The sounds of laughter and merriment grew louder as they approached. Nechole could see that people were much more active than at the typical parties she had attended. Guys were chasing women and couples were intertwined with one another in various states of undress in the shadows. They entered the building together. There were lights that hung on the walls and a few overhead fixtures but the lighting was very subdued. A makeshift bar had been set up along a wall on one side. The building had obviously been well maintained and possibly fixed up for activities like this. She could see the edge of what appeared to be a loft above the bar area. Looking up, she could see shadows from activities talking place on the second level too.

"Let's get some drinks," Charles said like someone that was familiar with the etiquette. "What would you 

like?"

"I'd like some white wine," she replied as she had just noticed someone with what appeared to be white wine.

Charles walked up to the bar. Nechole followed him. The woman tending drinks seemed very familiar and friendly with Charles. After a few moments of flirting she asked him about his friend.

"This is Nechole. She's the new maid in the mansion. Nechole, this is Samantha"

"Sam, everybody calls me Sam," she said as she extended her hand to Nechole. "Nice to meet ya. Are you two, you know?" she said with raised eyebrows and her finger pointing back and forth between them.

"Just friends," Charles replied quickly. "I'm just showing her around to let her know what really goes on around here."

"Well Nechole, I'd watch this one if I were you. You'll be bound with him all over you if you let him."

"Uh, thanks for the warming," Nechole said with a smile. 



She stored that nugget away in her mind because she wouldn't mind being dominated by Charles if there was any truth to what she had just been told. Charles slipped some money to Sam as they received their drinks. He noticed a couple leaving from a nearby loveseat.

"Let's go sit over there and do some people watching while I fill you in on who's who and what's going on with the different people."

"Do the Wilsons come here?" she asked.

"Yes they do and I'll explain about that later," he replied with some hesitation to say any more on that topic.

They sat on the sofa that was in the shadows of the room. It was perfect for people watching she thought as she started to take in everything that was happening in the main lounge area. There was definitely a strong sexual mood in the place. Couples were openly showing affection to one another. Many seemed to be only half dressed as they walked by. One woman whose wrists were handcuffed behind her back caught Nicole's eye. She watched as the woman stood quietly as the man who accompanied her got two drinks then held hers to her mouth to drink. They kissed before he led her away by a collar that was around the woman's neck.

"What is this place all about?" whispered Nechole.

"It's a private club where people can come to mingle with others who are like-minded about their sexuality. You may have already noticed that people here are very unabashed about public displays of affection, domination, BDSM, general sexuality and many other taboo things. Where the Wilsons fit into this is that they started the club when Mr. Donald Wilson Sr. ran this estate. Donald Jr. secretly started the club as a way for him to have a ready supply of young women for his pleasure. Of course everything here is strictly consensual so it became his little fantasy world. I think his father knew what he was up to but as long as it was kept secret and everyone was discreet he didn't interfere. The Wilson that run this place now met here years ago."

"I can believe that," Nechole said. "The Mr. has already cornered me and introduced me to his ways."

"Already?" Charles said with surprise. "You must have really caught his eye. He's usually not that aggressive. Watch out for Mrs. Wilson too, Nechole. She's rumored to be bi-sexual and can be just as kinky as her husband."

"Thanks for the warning although I can't say that Donald's advances were completely unwelcome," she said with a seductive grin.

"I'm glad to hear that you're so open," Charles replied as he looked her over. "I can see why Donald was so attracted to you."

"I should have known something was coming when they dressed me up like a French whore," she said as she sipped her wine. "It can sometimes be fun to be slutty, you know," she said with a laugh.

"The evening is still young, my dear," Charles responded

The music suddenly grew louder. People began dancing and moved to an open area that served as a dance floor.

"Care to dance, Nechole?" Charles asked taking her by the hand without waiting for an answer.

"Okay," she said as she was pulled to her feet.

The music was lively with an upbeat tempo. They were soon moved to the dance floor among the others who were enjoying the music. 

Being in the open allowed Nechole a good vantage point from which to see into the various a==corners and dark areas in the building. Her eyes had grow accustomed to the dim lighting now so she could see more than before.. She noticed that many of the couples were engaged in acts of bondage and discipline as the masters dominated their subordinated. The music changed to a slow dance tune. Charles took her in his arms and led her around the dance floor. He took the opportunity to run his hand over her back at first, then grew more personal as he groped her breast. 

"Charles, what are they doing?" she whispered in his ear.

"Oh, you're probably seeing some of the bondage and discipline that this club is known for. That was the reason they started this place. The basis for the club revolves around BDSM. In a little while we'll probably see a public display of a master showing off his sub."

She looked around saw some activity on a small platform, just off to the side of where the band was playing. They continued to dance. He was kissing her and she felt safe in his arms. Nechole kept trying to position herself to get a better view of what was happening as Charles continued to grow more aggressive in his fondling. Just then the music stopped and the lead singer announced that the band was talking a small break so enjoy the other show.

They applauded the band then the crowd dispersed. Charles led her over toward the stage where she had see people moving about. The lights for the band went dark and a single spotlight shone on the next stage.

"Wait here and you will see better what we do here," he said in a soft voice.

She watched as a woman was brought to the stage and positioned in front of an X-shaped cross. The spotlight followed the woman as she was led to the cross. The room fell silent. Here master removed her bra and held it up before hanging it on a hook. He pulled her panties down, slipping then over each foot in turn. A pair of men gently bound her wrists simultaneously to straps on the upper lengths of the cross with her facing the wall. Her legs were then spread, lifting her off the floor so they could bind her to the lower half of the cross. The woman was clad only in black panties and a black bra. A man whom Nechole assumed was her master began softly stroking her limbs. She remained still as he gently ran his hands over her body, pausing to run his fingers between her legs where he lingered. The woman responded by shivering and throwing her head back. She appeared to be enjoying the display too. Nechole watched with fascination as he wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind, playing with them to elicit a soft moan from the woman as she writhed against the restraints. 

Someone handed a flogger to the man. He ran the multitude of soft leather tendrils down his woman's back. She shivered again. Suddenly, without warning he snapped the flogger against her bottom. The slapping sound was loud. She let out a shriek of mostly surprise when he whipped her. He alternated back and forth as he stroked the flogger quite gently across her bare back. Nechole couldn't see any signs of distress on her skin but the room was not well illuminated. The man played with the woman for about ten minutes or so before stopping. A few others joined in to release her from the St. Anthony's cross. The crow politely clapped and showed their appreciation of the display by calling out to the couple by name.

"Thank you for that delightful display of domination and submission Pete and Carol, the lead singer for the band said before he started playing his guitar to lead into another song again.

"What do you think?" asked Charles into Nechole's ear. "Would you be brave enough to go on display like that?"

"Not right now," she said quietly as she wondered about the entire estate. What was this place?

"We can play in a more private setting, like your place. How would you feel about being dominated by me?

Nechole had been fascinated about being spanked and maybe bound but she wasn't experienced and didn't know how she would feel about it.

"Maybe someday you can show me," she replied .

TBC



The Maid Ch. 02



Both Misternik and vmc312 have had a part in editing and critiquing this chapter, but it has been somewhat rewritten by me since then and not proofed by either of them. Suffice to say their input has undoubtedly improved it no end but any mistakes you might spot are most definitely my own.

Feeling exceptionally bleary eyed the following morning Andrea dropped Sophia off at school. She sat on the bus in a daze, not realising how far she'd travelled until her stop was called. When she got to work, she noticed Connie watching her more than usual. She commented on how tired Andrea looked, but didn't ask any more questions.

Andrea felt very apprehensive about going anywhere near his room, she wanted to avoid seeing him again at all costs. She managed to swap her rota with Maria without raising too much suspicion. She wondered if she could find out who he was at front desk and how much longer he was booked in for. 

Stephano managed to get back to the room early. He planned to be there half an hour earlier than he'd arrived yesterday, he was relieved to find it hadn't been cleaned yet. Would she be back today he wondered. He'd cancelled his lunch meeting so he could try and see her again. He had to see her again, he'd hardly slept, and he needed to try to figure out why she affected him so strongly. 

He was pacing around the room. What was wrong with him? What was happening to him? It had taken every last scrap of self-control not to just tear that ugly uniform from her body and take her right there on the bed. He felt his heart quicken just thinking about it. But he couldn't just take what he wanted, what must she think of him, he needed to talk to her, to try to make a mends. 

He sat down, and then he stood up again. He dragged a hand through his hair. He hoped that he could somehow salvage the situation. He wanted to make sure she was okay but more selfishly he just needed to see her again, he wanted to explore this attraction more thoroughly. The urge to have her was so strong he could hardly think straight. 

He was still pacing when an entirely different chambermaid arrived to clean, she nearly jumped out of her skin when he emerged from the bedroom. They stared at each other open mouthed for a moment.

"Shall I come back later?"

"Where is she?" at her confused expression he impatiently clarified "the girl that was here yesterday instead of you, why isn't she here?"

"We swapped rotas. She... she said she needed to leave early."

He tried to control his emotions as an irrationally possessive rage bubbled up inside him. How dare she try to avoid him. He decided he was going to find her. He considered asking the new girl for help, but then thought better of it. He stalked out of the room and down the stairs to look for her.

The day dragged on. Everything seemed to take forever and she was being so scatty that she had to make an extra trip to supplies twice to get stuff she'd forgotten. Finally she was finished. She was the last to push her trolley down to drop off the dirty sheets and towels. She sighed in exhaustion and relief as she dumped them in the laundry room. She was toying with the idea of buying a bottle of cheap wine on the way home just in case she couldn't sleep again. She slipped out of the laundry room, pulling the door closed behind her and started to leave. 

It was then that she spotted him. He was leaning against the corridor wall watching her. He looked angry, His dark eyes contained a challenge that she wasn't sure she could meet. Her insides seemed to lurch when she saw him, but whether it was with fear or attraction or a bit of both she couldn't be sure. She panicked and started to back away, trying to pluck up the courage to turn her back to him so she could run for it. But he moved fast and suddenly he was right there. 

He grabbed her wrist pulling her towards him, preventing her escape and then he was all around her trapping her with his arms. She was captivated by his familiar scent and what had happened in the bathroom the day before came flooding back. Their eyes met and, she found she was unable to look away.

He didn't speak he didn't say a word, he just leaned past her and turning the door handle so that the laundry room was open he pushed her inside. He immediately closed it again, shutting them in. She knew perfectly well that there was nowhere to go, he had the only exit covered, but she still backed away as he closed the space between them. His pupils looked huge making his eyes seem impossibly dark. She spotted lust in them but there was a hard edge too, she shuddered.

He was pressing his body against hers. She felt her back hit the tiled wall as he grabbed her jaw in his hand, turning her face towards his. He trapped her in a punishingly aggressive kiss. She slid her hands between their bodies and pressed them against his chest, trying to push him away. Determined to reclaim control of the situation before it got completely out of hand, terrified that this reluctant attraction to him that she felt would defeat her. 

She was met with an immovable wall; he was very strong. She began to feel overwhelmed with the helplessness of the situation. As he ground his hips into hers, she could feel herself begin to succumb to the arousal that was starting to build.

Fleetingly she noticed how cold the tiles felt, even through her uniform. He wasn't kissing her any more, he was breathing heavily and gazing at her intensely through hooded eyes, his body pushed up against hers, pinning her to the wall.

"You have to stop this. Let me go." She had meant for the words to come across as strong and assertive but her voice betrayed her, she sounded shaky and frightened.

"No" was all he said in response.

"But you have to, I don't want this." She wanted to cry with frustration.

"Don't you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. The confidence present in those two simple words was galling.

Deftly pulling her skirt aside and sliding his hand down between their bodies he grabbed the crotch of her pants and yanked, hard. They tore and he pulled them out of the way and dropped them on the tiled floor beneath their feet.

She yelped. What was it with him and her underwear? 

He slid a finger into her and then slowly pulled it out again, flicking her clitoris as he did, drawing an involuntary moan out of her. She couldn't deny the dampness he found there. 

"It feels like you want it to me." His voice was rich and deep and tantalizing. He continued to stroke her lazily with his finger.

She stared at him unsure of how to reply. He leant forward and kissed her again, it was a long slow lingering kiss. She was rapidly losing her ability to think, finding it increasingly difficult to remember why this was supposed to be a bad idea. 

Sensing this, he seized the opportunity. Pinning her against the wall with his hips, he started unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her chest. She clung to his shoulders, her heart in her mouth. He slid his hands into her bra and cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a shuddering breath unable to prevent herself from reacting to his touch. He was looking down at her as if he wanted to eat her for breakfast.

"Why didn't you come to my room today?" he demanded.

"I was on a different rota." 

"The girl who came, she told me you changed with her."

She looked at him, eyes wide with fear. Maria! She hadn't considered that he might..."You didn't...?"

"No," he barked. "Of course not, I'm not in the habit of seducing my chambermaids." He scowled, looking insulted. 

He wasn't? 

She was still trying to make sense of that statement with her lust addled brain when he gripped her jaw roughly and lifted her chin up, turning her face towards the wall behind her. Andrea's cheek was pressed against cold hard tiles, exposing her neck. He trailed his lips across the flesh there, along her collarbone up her throat. Shivers of involuntary arousal coursed through her veins, she balled her fists her fingers dug into the palms of her hands, the pain somehow helping her to remember why this shouldn't be happening. 

Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it might burst out of her chest. He leant in and began to nibble and kiss her neck, occasionally biting a little harder, eliciting involuntary gasps from her when he did. He inhaled and she heard him groan appreciatively. His face pressed against her, his lips tickling the particularly sensitive area behind her ear. 

The sound effected her profoundly, it spoke to her of the dark, unspeakable desires she was feeling and before she could stop herself she'd rolled her pelvis towards his, pressing her hips into his erection, arching her back. The action sent a delicious frisson of arousal bubbling through her and she sighed. 

Almost immediately she realised her mistake. She had surrendered to him; she had given him the undisputable message that he was having the effect he was trying for. 

He grabbed her hair in his fist and pulling firmly he forced her to face him. She was cringing with embarrassment as reluctantly she met his stare. He chuckled darkly, his face a picture of mischievous satisfaction. His eyes burning with unfettered arousal. He returned her thrust gleefully. Moving his hands back down to her waist he kissed her forcefully, pushing her back even harder up against the cold tiles, delighting in her unintended response.

She turned her face away from him, brimming with shame and began to struggle a new but she knew was losing the fight. What she couldn't decide was who the fight was with? -Him, or her own dark, sensual desires. 

He was kissing her again, whilst simultaneously rubbing his crotch up against hers; she could feel his erection pressing into her. Despite both their clothes the sensations the friction was causing were unbearably, tantalisingly delicious. 

Propriety be damned, she was teetering on the brink of begging him to take her in the cramped, musty smelling laundry room. He slipped his hand back beneath her skirt and cupped her mound, grinding the heel of his hand against her. It was her undoing.

"Please..." she whispered wretchedly. 

He stopped and looked at her quizzically. She could see the barely controlled desire blazing in his eyes "What do you want?" his voice was strained.

"I don't know what I want." She whispered. Her head was swimming with a myriad of conflicting emotions. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he growled. 

Oh God, even his voice was incomprehensibly sexy 

He let go of her for a brief moment and she felt his hands moving as he deftly undid his trousers. He grabbed her thighs, wrapping his hands around them. Her knees bent as he lifted her. She felt herself sliding up the tiled wall. She was desperately clutching at his shoulders, quaking with need. His hands were on here thighs, holding her up, his thumbs tracing lines along the tops of her stockings.

He pushed his hips forward; his erection was nestled at her entrance. Closing her eyes she waited for the inevitable invasion when his voice penetrated her foggy brain once more.

"Tell me you want this." His accent was stronger as a result of his arousal, it sounded hard and exotic 

She managed a strangled moan in reply. 

"Answer me!" he demanded.

Slowly she opened her eyes, only to be met by his fathomlessly dark ones. Why was he asking her this? Wasn't it obvious? She was a quivering with need, a desperate panting mess. 

She looked at him and nodded.

"Tell me. I want to hear you say it."

"I want you." She answered quickly, squeezing her eyes tightly shut again, against the admission.

She clung to him as he slid into her, his movements slow but assertive, until he filled her, buried to the hilt, completely possessing her. She whimpered incoherently, the delicious feeling of completion was one that she hadn't realised she'd been craving it until he was fully inside her. He growled in response with carnal satisfaction.

She met his gaze; his eyes were burning with arousal but there was a look of triumph there as well. He looked like the cat that had the cream. When he finally began to move it was with a focused intent, pushing into her with determined aggressive strokes. She clenched her hips and wrapped her arms around his neck. He rewarded her with a passionate invading kiss that thrilled her to her very core. 

His hands began working their way up her torso to caress her breasts as his thrusts began to come faster and deeper. She was moving with him, lifting her hips to meet his as she was plunged into a world of heady, elicit pleasure. And then suddenly, unexpectedly she climaxed so intensely she thought she might actually be seeing stars. She blinked trying to clear her head.

As she came back to herself he was holding her face in both his hands, kissing her face, his touch was unexpectedly gentle. But before she'd completely recovered he was moving again. That tenderness replaced by fast, penetrating thrusts. His breathing became erratic as he slammed into her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, clinging to him, pulling him closer. She felt him tense, his fingers digging into her thighs and he grunted as he too found his release

Gently he released her from his grip. She slid down the wall and her feet hit the floor, she was feeling a little light headed and unsteady. She pressed her hands against the tiled wall behind her. Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he rested his forehead against hers and the seconds drifted by as his laboured breathing began to settle. Finally he moved his face away and looked down at her with a frightening intensity. She stared back at him unsure of what to do or say, she no idea of what the etiquette was in this kind of situation. Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she noticed he was wearing a watch. 

Fuck, the time! 2:45PM. She checked her own watch; the same.

"Shit!" she hissed, and pulling her skirt back down over her hips she ducked out from under his arm and sprinted through the door and out of the laundry room without a backward glance, frantically buttoning up her blouse as she went and leaving a frankly bewildered Stephano in her wake.

She grabbed her bag and coat from the staff room, thankful it was longer than her uniform and dashed out of the building to her bus stop. Checking before she left Wearily? Worried he might accost her again, and make her even later.

She sat on the bus legs crossed, thighs squeezed shut, tapping her foot nervously. She felt shaky. She was preying the traffic wasn't going to be too bad she was already so late. Her head was spinning. How did she let that happen again? Why did she let him? What was wrong with her? She knew nothing about him for Gods sake, nothing at all, she didn't even know his name.

When the bus arrived at her stop she made her way to the school as fast as she dared to move, convinced everyone she passed in the street would know she wasn't wearing any pants. 

Sophia was sitting in lobby in one of the chairs opposite the reception desk reading a book. Her face lit up when Andrea arrived. She pulled her daughter into a hug and apologized profusely to Mrs. Ashton, the kindly receptionist. 

"Don't worry dear. "We've been having fun here haven't we Sophie?" she looked at Andrea for the first time "You're looking very pretty today dear. Have you done something new to your hair?"

Andrea could feel herself blush so hard her scalp tingled. She nervously swept her hair off her face, tucking the loose strands behind her ears and smoothing it down, she only just managed to stop herself before she nervously tugged her skirt down again. She wondered what on earth she must look like. She shook her head.

"Well maybe it's just that you've got a bit of colour in your cheeks, you look radiant."

Radiant? Radiant! No, she'd just had unprotected sex. She loved Sophia, of course she loved Sophia but being a single parent was hard and she didn't want to start that all over again.

She nodded absently and mumbled goodbye.

"Goodbye Mrs. Ashton, thank you for looking after me" Sophia said brightly.

Andrea and Mrs. Ashton shared a secret smile over Sophia's head and Andrea was proud to realise that her daughter still remembered to be polite, even when she forgot to be.

They walked home though the park hand in hand. Sophia talking excitedly about the story she'd just read, whilst kicking over the piles of autumn leaves. When they got home Andrea parked Sophia in front of the TV and went to take a shower. She could smell him on her skin she realized and she was slightly tender too. Hot cleansing water, she rubbed lots of shower gel into her arms and her chest and her face until at last her skin felt as clean and soft as the description on the bottle promised. 

-

The incident in the laundry room had happened two lingering days ago and she hadn't seen him since. She'd been a nervous wreck, constantly looking over her shoulder, jumping at the slightest noise. Perhaps he'd checked out. Frowning to herself she wondered if it has simply been about the chase for him and now she'd finally submitted he was no longer interested in pursuing her. 

She was beginning to feel the first inklings of relief that maybe this confusing intense liaison had come to an end. Why would he want her anyway, she had no doubt he could have any women he wanted. She was just a maid, shy was he even interested in her? She needed to just forget about him and get on with her life. 

She was walking to the bus stop. Staring at the ground, It was raining again. Torrential sheets of water fell from the sky like some sort of tropical deluge. She imagined this weather would be more typical of a far off exotic country during the monsoon season, except it probably wouldn't be so cold she thought sighing to herself. She'd remembered her brolly for a change and although she was still getting wet, she hated to think how wet she'd be if she hadn't been using it. 

She needed to get home and clear up, Tracey was coming over later and she hadn't seen her since they'd spoken on the phone on that fateful day. It felt like a lifetime ago now.

Something caused her to look up and she was pulled abruptly from her thoughts to find that suddenly he was there, standing in front of her. She only just managed to stop before she walked into him. Before she had a chance to process what was happening he was pushing her up against a door in the street, he took the umbrella out of her hand and dropped it on the floor beside them so that the way would be clear for him to press himself up against her. She was too stunned to react.

The doorway should have afforded them a bit of shelter but the downpour was such that the rain was pouring in regardless. She was drenched instantly, wet hair plastered to her face, water running down her forehead and falling into her eyes. She looked at him and found that he too, was dripping wet. His hair was hanging in his eyes. The rain was running in rivulets down his face. The effect was unexpectedly alluring. 

He wrapped his hands around her waist and leaned towards her, gently brushing his lips against hers. A tingling sensation seemed to envelop her entire face. Closing her eyes she unconsciously leaned towards him, waiting for him to deepen the kiss, but instead he was running the tip of his nose along hers. He moved back and met her eyes, gazing at her with unapologetically lustful intent. Desire bloomed the pit of her stomach and she thought she might actually melt right there in the street 

"I want you. Come with me now." 

He was actually giving her a choice, kind of. Well, this was novel.

"I... I can't." she stammered, cross with herself for failing yet again to sound assertive. She wondered, not for the first time, how on earth he managed to affect her so profoundly.




The Maid Ch. 02



Charles was not easily discouraged. He squeezed Nechole tightly as they sat together sipping their drinks. He got the attention of the bar tender and ordered another round of drinks using hand gestures.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" asked Nechole, batting her eyes in a playful manner.

"Please, I am a gentleman," replied Charles. "Although I better get you home pretty soon so you can continue to make a good impression on the Wilsons tomorrow."

He went to the bar to get their drinks and returned to her side. He handed a glass to her as he sat down. He immediately started to make casual contact with her, stroking her arm to test the waters. He was able to run his hand over her thigh before she gently steered his probing hand away. Not that she wasn't feeling horny. She just figured that things would quickly spiral out of control if she let him start anything physical in this setting. She was also beginning to feel tired.

"Would you like to check out some of the equipment?" he asked, pointing to the open area.

"I'd love to look," she replied. "It seems that this place is just full of surprises. I don't quite know how some of this stuff is used but I get the chills when I see some of those things that have things that look like they're made to be inserted into someone or squeeze different body parts."

"C'mon then", he said as he took her hand and helped her to her feet.

He brought her into a dark area in a corner of the building where many couples were either just playing together or using some of the equipment. She tried not to stare but people were doing incredibly provocative things in the open area and she was learning a lot. Some not so subtle moans and other reactions could be heard. 

It was almost as if the seductive play fed on itself, making the others try for the same effects. She felt the electricity in the air. She knew that she'd really like to try some of the things that were taking place. The idea of being the one holding the whip especially aroused her. The erotic feeling that came over her came as a surprise because she had always considered herself more of a submissive. 

She watched a dominatrix as she humbled her male submissive. His identity was completely masked by the apparel that was strapped to his body, bound in leather and gagged. The crack of the whip against the leather suit amplified the sound but probably reduced the amount of pain that was transmitted to his body. 

Nechole had never seen most of the various pieces of equipment before but many of the home-made devices were pretty self-explanatory as to how the subject would be restrained in the apparatus. She shivered at one particularly painful-looking device that had jack screws and mating restraints that were shaped for specific parts of a woman's body. She heard muffled moaning from one woman who had a ball gag in her mouth and whose eyes conveyed a look of terror.

"Wow, this is some pretty serious stuff," she whispered to Charles. "Is this all consensual?"

"Yes, serious and consensual. Maybe I should have started you out with an overview of the simpler and less kinky stuff first," he whispered back while he re-thought his poor decision. You'd be amazed at how many of the submissives love the pain and beg for more.

Nechole's gaze was glued to the figures moving about, giving and deriving pleasure from their partners. She wasn't sure about what she was feeling but she knew that she had never felt this turned on before. She wanted to touch everything but kept her hands close by her sides. She felt safe in staring from a comfortable distance like where they were sitting but had to tear her away when they were walking through the participants, each in their own space oblivious to the others.

"As much as I'd like to see it all, I better be getting back to my place so I can get some sleep tonight," Nechole announced when they got to the end of the activities area. "Mr. Wilson said something about coming to his office again tomorrow morning but I don't know when yet."

"Yes, we better get you back," Charles agreed. "If Mr. Wilson wanted you to meet him in his office you can be pretty sure he's up to something. Be courteous and do as he says but try to limit how much time he takes or you'll be working night and day to get your chores done. He is the proverbial dirty old man and he's not even that old. I have ten dollars that says he'll at least grope you."

"I don't think I'd take that bet, Nechole said as she slushed. "Do you think he's dangerous?" 

"Not really dangerous but it appears that he already has designs on you. He'll probably back off once the novelty wears off. He's always looking for new girls. He once hired three maids at once so he could have threesomes while one of them did the house work."

"Does Mrs. Wilson know?"

"Oh yes, they have a very open marriage. She possibly has more lovers on the side than he does. Being bi-sexual, she has twice as many people from which to choose. From what you've said, she's probably interested in you too."

Nechole blushed again. 

Charles laughed, "So innocent; you are the new toy at the Wilson estate. You will undoubtedly be very busy. I've seen how they both look at you. We need to get you off to bed right away tonight though. I wouldn't mind hanging out a little more but we can get together again soon."

They walked together without much more discussion along the path back to the mansion and Nechole's quarters in particular. Nechole was deep in thought about all of the night's revelations and her future in particular. She enjoyed being with Charles. He seemed to genuinely care about her and was very patient in explaining things to her. When they got to her cottage, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, said thank you for the lovely evening and slipped into her place alone. 

She waited to see whether he would pursue her any further that night but nothing came. She peeked out a window from behind the curtain in time to see him departing around a corner of the mansion. Was he a true gentleman; who knew around this place? She slipped out of her street clothes and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

The morning came quickly when her alarm buzzed loudly at 6:00. After figuring out where she was and what she needed to do, Nechole pressed the button to stop the buzzing and wearily sat up on the side of her bed. She desperately wanted to crawl back under the covers but now was not the time to be late. She didn't think that she drank that much the night before but she had a slight headache. She dutifully walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She could see how tired she looked in the mirror as she removed her underwear. The hot water in the shower felt soothing and refreshing and helped to clear her head as she lathered up and prepared for the day.

She took her freshly washed and pressed uniform from the hanger in her closet and made sure she was perfectly prepared down to her lacey underwear. She dabbed some cologne on her wrists just in case she was called upon by the master or mistress of the estate. Something told her that at least one of them would seek her out for a little liaison during the course of her day. She otherwise knew where she needed to resume cleaning from where she left off on the day before. At least some aspects of her job were predictable. 

She looked in her refrigerator and cupboards for some inspiration for breakfast. She put some toast into the toaster while she made some coffee. The clock showed that it was nearing 7:20 so she had ten minutes to finish and get to the mansion. She put on her shoes as she ate and then brushed her teeth. Thankfully it only took a minute or so to get into the mansion from her place. She said hello to the kitchen staff as she passed through and ran up the stairs to the second floor to get her cleaning cart. Just as she started to roll it out into the hall she came upon Mr. Wilson standing in a manner to block her way.

"Good morning MS Nechole," he greeted her. "I must say you look amazing in that outfit. Is that your perfume that I smell? It is very pleasant."

"Good morning to you too Sir, thank you and yes, I think you might smell my new cologne," she said as cheerfully as her headache would allow. She flashed him a big smile.

"Did you have a nice evening?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir I did. Charles showed me the party in the old barn on the property."

"Ah yes. The barn of drink, lust and debauchery," he said with the look of pleasant memories. "Mrs. Wilson and I used to go there all the time but now we tend to have more private parties here. Did you find the experience enlightening?"

"Oh yes Sir," she said as she wondered where this line of questioning was leading.

"Yes, you can do or have done to you most anything in that place. That was the idea when we created it. Tell me truthfully; do you find some of the kinky things that they do there to be sexually stimulating? Were you turned on at all?"

Nechole blushed a bright shade of red. "Well sir, I certainly would like to try some of the things I saw there if that's what you mean. I was somewhat attracted to the idea of being the Dominant one at times too. I think it would be exciting to make a handsome man bow to my desires. Have you ever been dominated, Sir?"

"I see ad yes, I let Heather have the upper hand every once in a while - That's what they call a switch if you like to be submissive sometimes and Dominant at other times. I can see that myself although I've never explored being submissive in real life. Perhaps I should try it. I sometimes grow tired of always being in charge and having to make the decisions. It might be a nice change of pace to be told what to do and simply do it; especially if it's pleasurable. Heather like to dominate sometimes but she likes to do that with other women. So you think it's odd that I like to watch her when she does that - secretly of course?"

"Un, no sir. I think I would like to see something like that too if I could without being seen."

"Hmmm, I see," Mr. Wilson said briefly but he looked like he was deep in thought regarding that particular notion.

"Nechole, would you please come into my office to help me get something down from the top of my bookshelf?"

"Of course, Sir," she replied, knowing that she would be protected if she were helping one of the Wilsons rather than just not working on her duties.

He placed his left arm around her back as they walked down the hall. She wasn't surprised but she had the feeling that he was coming on to her. When they were both in his study, he closed the door behind them.

"It's up there," he said pointing toward the top shelf of his massive bookcase. Let me roll the ladder over and I'll let you climb up to get my copy of my financial accounting book. As you can see, I don't need to use it much."

Nechole took hold of the ladder railings and began to climb. When she reached where the top shelf was within her reach she checked through the titles. Finding one that seemed like what he had described she pulled it out and showed it to him.

"Is this the one?" she asked as she hung a little to the side over the railing.

"Yes, that's it," he said as he came closer.

She noticed that he was paying more attention to her bum and panties than the book. When she began her descent he reached up but not for the book. She immediately felt his hand exploring her bottom and fingering her cunt through her panties. She froze in place, not knowing whether she should say something or just let him do with her as he pleased. He continued and she allowed him. He pulled the padded fabric between her legs to one side and inserted two fingers into her vagina. She shivered from the sensation of his attention to her clit. 

She could feel herself getting wetter as he played with her from below. Mr. Wilson reached up with his other hand and took ahold of her panties with both. He wiggled them back and forth, down her pale white thighs until they were resting at her knees.

"Mr. Wilson!" she exclaimed.

"Yes Nechole, I have the need to do some exploring of you today. You left me thinking about you yesterday so I wanted to learn more about what makes you tick. I get the feeling that you're a complex woman and I'd love to investigate your physical responses in more depth. Here, hand me that book and hold on to the ladder with both hands."

She passed the book down to his outstretched hand. He set it aside on a lower shelf ad then returned to running his fingers over her pussy as she trembled on the ladder. She felt trapped up on her perch, unable to go anywhere. The ladder suddenly shook. She looked down to see him stepping on the first rung to get closer. His touching became more intense as he worked on her entire pussy, tracing her delicate features with his index finger. He inserted it again to feel for her g-spot. He encircled it and applied gently pressure as he kept massaging her pubic bone. 

Nechole was on the verge of cumming but she also felt an unusual tugging inside and near her genitalia. It felt similar to being about to pee but much more intense and erotic. Suddenly without warning she exploded with orgasm and more. She was aware of the sudden release of a large amount of liquid from her opening. It gushed out so hard it sprayed hard and in tiny droplets. Oh no, she thought; had she just ejaculated on Mr. Wilson?

"I guess I brought that on myself," he exclaimed as he wiped his face with his handkerchief.

"Oh dear Mr. Wilson. I'm so sorry," she said apologetically but then burst out laughing. "I've never done that before, honest. You really have the touch." 

He stepped down and backed away from the ladder. He continued to look startled by what had just happened as she looked at him.

"Well, come down now, dear. You might as well get back to work. We definitely need to continue this later. Oh, and please clean up the floor in here as soon as possible."

"Yes, Sir," she said as she reached down to pull her panties back in place so she could climb back down the ladder.

"Let's meet back here at 3:00 Nechole. I have something else for you," Mr. Wilson added after thinking about something.

"Yes, Sir," she replied as she left his study. What a way to start the day, she thought to herself.

Nechole gathered her cart and headed for the second floor where she had left off the day before. She felt a little strange about what had just happened but otherwise it also left her feeling aroused. He had awakened a desire within her that wanted more. She tried to not think about it as she focused on her cleaning chores. The large mansion had a lot of surfaces to dust as well as rugs and carpet that needed to be vacuumed. 

She was alone and undisturbed as she worked. She found herself humming a catchy tune that she had heard the night before in the club and now couldn't get it out of her head. That song reminded her of Charles. She thought about him and compared his timid approach to the hard-charging Mr. Wilson. She supposed that power and wealth probably played a big role in his attitude.

As she was running the vacuum near the main stairway she felt a tap on her shoulder. She was startled and it made her jump. Turning around she saw Betty gesturing. Nechole turned the vacuum cleaner off so she could hear what Betty was saying. 

"Nechole, dear, Mrs. Wilson needs your help in the greenhouse and wondered if you could join her there in a little while."

"Yes Ma'am, of course," Nechole answered. "It's the one that is just off the garden, right?"

"Yes, that's the one and only," replied Betty. "Just go out the back door by your cottage and take a left. The door faces the garden."

"I'll leave tight now," Nechole said.

"That would be perfect dear. I got the feeling that Mrs. Wilson needed you as soon as possible."

Nechole set her cleaning things back in the cart and wrapped up the vacuum cleaner cord as quickly as possible. Betty had disappeared after delivering the message so Nechole left her things at the side of the hall where the landing from the staircase open up into a larger area and hurried down the steps. She wondered if Mrs. Wilson needed help with some heavy bags of soil or something more interesting like transplanting flowers to the garden. She figured that the urgency came because the Wilsons weren't accustomed to waiting for much of anything; at least she hoped Mrs. Wilson wasn't in trouble with something out there.

She practically ran once she got outside to see what Mrs. Wilson needed in the greenhouse. She had never had the chance to see one up close so that would be interesting too. Nechole was winded as she entered the greenhouse. She didn't see Mrs. Wilson anywhere. Nechole hoped that she hadn't fallen somewhere. The familiar blond hair was suddenly visible at the back of the rows of plants, bobbing as she moved down the row.

"Hello dear," she said with a smile as she stood to greet Nechole.

"Hello Mrs. Wilson," Nechole answered back with equal cheer. "I heard that you needed some help."

"Yes, that's partly true," she confessed as she continued to apply some liquid in an applicator to the plants. "The other reason I called for you is that we've barely had the chance to chat and get to know one another. You can help me fertilize these sprouts while we talk about this and that."

Her cheerfulness and interest in her was something that Nechole was not used to from an employer. Her candor caught Nechole off guard.

"Sure Mrs. Wilson. That would be nice."

"Oh and stop calling me that. It sounds so formal and makes me feel old. I'm just in my thirties. Please just call me Heather."

"Okay...Heather," she tried it out and right away it felt much less formal and more friendly.

"Much better. Now come over here and I'll get you fixed up with the proper things and show you how I like to do this. I guess it's the nurturing instincts coming out since we don't have any children. So tell me Nechole. What is a lovely young woman like you doing here? I mean, not that I don't appreciate you but I'm always interested in the circumstances that bring people together. I find you seductively gorgeous and I am very glad that you came to work for us."

"Oh, I don't really have a plan for my life yet," Nechole answered, "so I thought I'd do something simple like housework while I figured it out. Would you and Mr. Wilson like to have children," she asked.

"Oh, we always said someday but so far that day hasn't come and now it seems to grow fainter with each passing year, but you never know do you?"

Nechole walked around the benches and back along one side to get to where Heather was standing. Heather showed her new assistant how much fertilizer she was adding to each plant in its small plastic container and how she applied it. She handed a spare pair of gardening gloves to Nechole for her to wear.

"Here, put on the gloves and you try taking care of a few plants."

As Nechole fertilized her first few plants, Heather gave encouragement and showed her a few of her techniques.

"I think you're doing great. I'll get you your own set-up so we can divide and conquer, What kinds of options have you considered for your life?" Heather asked.

"I was looking at going to college but I decided that I needed a plan before I started just taking classes."

"That seems wise," she agreed. Heather bent under the workbench and was trying to retrieve a tray from behind a large bag of potting soil. She had to slide the fifty pound bag from an awkward angle when she suddenly cried out, "Oww, my back!"

"Are you okay?" Nechole asked as she leaned down to where Heather was bent over, trying to hold her hand to the small of her back.

"I fear I reinjured an old strain on the right side of my back," she said in a pained voice.




The Maid Ch. 02



"What can I do to help?" asked Nechole who was as upset as Heather and afraid that she had caused this unfortunate accident.

"Would you please help me to the open bench over there?" she suggested as she pointed with her left hand.

Nechole did her best to get under Heather's arm to assist in moving the six feet or so to the bench. The two women ambled slowly over to the bench and then Nechole set Heather down with her upper body hunched over the work surface on the counter. 

"Could you massage my lower right side?" Heather asked timidly for a woman who was usually very demanding.

"I'll see what I can do," Nechole answered as she removed her work gloves.

Nechole placed her fingertips on Heather's back and began to make small circular motions over her lower back. Applying increasing pressure, she swept her fingers in ever larger circles then focused on the muscles that she could feel were tied up in knots. 

"Oh that feels wonderful," Heather said as she untucked her blouse from her pants and pulled it up to uncover the lower half of her back. "There's some sunscreen lotion in a pocket on the side of my gardening bag. Please go get it over there are use it on my back when you rub; and please don't stop."

Nechole spotted the bag against a wall and saw the lotion sticking up from a side pocket. She walked over, removed it from the bag and applied a liberal amount to her hands. She spread it on Heather's bare skin and kept running her hands on the bare skin of Heather's back. She used the heel of her hands and put her weight into the massage to really work out the kinks. She noticed that Heather was gyrating to the motion and seemed to be enjoying the attention and feel of Nechole's hands.

"You smell so lovely too dear," Heather complimented her. "You know, I must confess, I think I find you to be a very lovely young woman."

Nechole blushed again but didn't respond to the remark. Heather suddenly made a remarkable recovery and rolled over onto her back while still on the counter. Nechole wasn't sure what to do with her hands and dropped them at her side, stopping the massage immediately.

"These are magic fingers and hands," Heather said as she took Nechole's hands in hers and pulled them toward her body, just below her chest.

Nechole watched for what she would do with her hands next. Heather placed them directly on top of her breasts.

"Unbutton my blouse, Nechole," she said as she held her hands away to allow easy access to her buttons. 

Nechole felt as if she was under Heather's spell and without giving it much thought did as she was instructed. Heather's eyes looked to the side, zeroing in on two massive bags of peat moss that were stacked on a wooden pallet in an open area. She stood and walked slowly over to the stack before lying down in a sprawled out position on the soft bed of peat. She positioned her body with her legs spread and her back fully supported by the bags. Heather unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled it open. Nechole could see that she was wearing a sheer silken bra with a lacey pattern that covered her nipples. Heather stared longingly into Nechole's eyes.

"Come over here, Nechole. This will be much more comfortable than that workbench with its sharp edge against my back."

Nechole found herself more attracted to Heather in the heat of the moment than she would have expected. Heather's breasts were exquisite with her nipples poking against the delicate fabric and she looked radiant lying there so eager to share her body with Nechole. Nechole approached slowly, unsure where to position her body. Heather reached out and took hold of her torso, guiding Nechole down onto her open body. Heather reached up with her head and began to kiss Nechole on the mouth. Nechole responded with passion as she felt the supple softness of Heather's lips against hers. She had only had a peck on the cheek kind of kiss with another woman before. This was kissing at a new level and she raised her hands to caress Heather's head as the tow of them kissed and embraced o the bed of peat.

Heather slowly readjusted her body until she was first able to roll Nechole onto her side and then over onto her back. Heather was now on top where she continued to nuzzle and fondle her new assistant. 

"I just love your smooth and delicate skin. Ah, to have the body of a twenty-something again."

Nechole was so absorbed in the exchange with her boss that she didn't mind. She opened her posture as Heather began to open Nechole's uniform in front. She was glad that she had made herself up perfectly that morning down to her lingerie and cologne. Heather was attacking her as though she was starved for love and affection. She ran both hands softly with limp fingers over Nechole's breasts and down her sides. Both women were breathing hard. Their body heat soon turned to perspiration as their love making grew more physical and intense. Heather pulled Nechole's bra aside and devoured her right tit. After sucking and tugging on her left nipple, she moved to her right. When she gently closed her teeth on Nechole's right nipple, Nechole let out a loud sigh. Heather took hold of both of Nechole's now erect nipples and pinched them before tugged on both. 

"Are you ready to cum sweetness, Nechole?"

"I believe that I may have already begun," replied Nechole as she squeezed her pelvic muscles and shivered with delight as she kept the sensation going between her legs. She knew that once she was this aroused she could keep going for quite a while.

Heather immediately ripped Nechole's panties down to check for herself. She ran her fingers over the moisture that had formed like drops of dew on her pubic hair. Leaning down, Heather ran her tongue over Nechole's slit, flicking the tip of her tongue in Nechole's honey at her clit. Nechole moaned loudly again as she laid back, her arms lying around Heathers shoulders while she enjoyed the sensuous delight. She could not believe the skill that her boss possessed in eliciting every nuance of pleasure from her body. Heather smiled as she watched her maid enjoying her play so thoroughly. She wondered what else they could do together. They remained together, kissing and cuddling in the greenhouse. After what seemed like a very long time, Nechole suddenly remembered that she had a 3:00 appointment with Mr. Wilson.

"Do you know what time it is?" she asked Heather.

I think it's nearly 3:00 Heather replied as she looked at her wristwatch.

"Oh, no!" Nechole moaned. "I am supposed to meet Mr. Wilson for something at 3:00."

"Oh don't worry about him," she reassured Nechole. "I'll call him and take care of everything."

With that she leaned over to her bag and pulled out her cell phone and pressed the button for Donald. "Hello Donald. I'm afraid that Nechole ad I are still busy in the greenhouse. Will you be able to see her later; perhaps at 4:00? Excellent, I'll tell her. Good bye Donald, see you at dinner."

She hung up the phone and announced, "There, everything is okay. I bought you another hour. Come here and let me play with your lovely tight body."

She wasted no time in resuming her exploration of her new pet. She wondered whether her husband, Donald had already discovered their new maid.

Nechole was wondering if she was living in a dream world with everyone so eager to get into her pants.

*****

Thank you for reading my stories. I hope they continue to improve for your pleasure. Comments are always welcome.



The Maid Ch. 02



"But I need to have you."

"I need to go."

"I could make you come with me." He replied raising an eyebrow. Clearly this was a man not used to being denied.

"But you won't." She replied firmly, fixing him with a hard stare. "Anyway, I don't even know your name."

"Stephano," he said abruptly "and yours?"

"Andrea."

He repeated her name thoughtfully like he was testing it for size. It sounded beautiful and exotic on his lips. She shivered and she knew it wasn't entirely because of the cold wet weather.

He stared at her intently like she was a puzzle he couldn't solve.

"Why do you need to go?"

"I have to collect my daughter from school."

"You are a mother."

She nodded uncomfortably.

She watched, fascinated as absolute shock spread across his handsome features. He staggered back releasing her from his grip. She peeled herself off the door and they faced each other. She noticed for the first time that he was quite a bit taller than her. He lifted a hand to her face and brushed his thumb along her lips. It was a surprisingly tender gesture.

She looked at her watch nervously. "I have to go."

"You are going to be late? I can take you."

"No! No, I can get the bus, I'm not that late." She quickly replied. He stepped out of her way and she realised that her bus was trundling up the road towards them. She looked back at his face.

"I need to get this."

"Yes of course."

And again she was dashing away from him.

She was sitting on the bus with yet another bizarre interaction to analyse on the way home; well at least she knew his name now. She was cold and wet. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, not that it was going to make much difference really, given that it was soaking wet. 

Sighing, she decided that she could probably stop worrying about what was going to happen. She was quite sure that would be the end of that, If she was honest with herself, she hadn't really understood why someone like him seemed so interested in someone like her anyway, and now that he knew about Sophia there was even less reason. 

As she gazed forlornly out of the bus window and sighed again, she thought she could just about make him out standing on the junction watching as the bus pulled away but she couldn't be sure it was him, the street looked blurry through the bus window as torrential rain continued to fall.



The Maid Ch. 03



Again, with thanks to both my editor misternik and to vmc312 for being a critical friend, this story has been much improved by their work. 

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She was nervous as she stood outside Stephano's room the following morning. Andrea had left it till last, hoping that the later she was the more likely he was to be out.

She listened intently through the door; there was no sound coming from within. She hovered there for a moment until she was sure he was out. He was probably here on business, so he must be out doing that. She crept in, setting the towels on the desk and looking around; apart from the bed the room looked as though it was uninhabited. She could be in and out in a few minutes if she was quick. 

She was pulling the bed into shape when she heard the bathroom door open.

"Andrea."

She spun around. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were here."

He'd clearly been in the shower, his hair was wet and dishevelled, and she could just make out the familiar musky exotic aroma of his shower gel from across the room. He was wearing trousers and a white shirt but he hadn't buttoned it up yet. Her mouth went dry, she was rooted to the spot. Her eyes were already roaming down his front, taking in his impressively toned torso before she even realised what she was doing. 

It was clear from his expression that he realised what she was doing. She blushed furiously.

"I... I can come back later" she stuttered nervously, taking a step back.

"No, don't go!" he said urgently. 

Crossing the room he closed the space between them. Her heart was in her mouth and she could feel heat pooling in her loins already. She took a steadying breath and it took all of her will power not to turn and run out the door.

He stopped in front of her, close but not touching. 

"I can see you later? There will be time after you've finished? We could have coffee?"

Andrea was trying to consider his proposal, but he was standing so close to her that she was finding it hard to think. She couldn't breath without inhaling his scent. She knew that would be the end of her self-control, so she was trying not to. She was beginning to feel lightheaded. 

"You're trembling." He took her hand, holding it between both of his. 

Nervously she swallowed. At the contact, a ripple of attraction seemed to pass between them like a lightning bolt. She felt like the proverbial rabbit trapped in front of the headlights. She desperately needed to get away from him.

"I would like very much to see you."

"Okay." she replied. It seemed like the easiest thing to say and she had to get out of there.

He rested his hand on her jaw, brushing his thumb along her lower lip. Her stomach clenched and she almost groaned in frustration. She couldn't recall ever having such a physical reaction to a man before.

She was nervous of being seen with a guest too near the hotel so they agreed to meet outside the tube station; she thought she could be there in twenty minutes. 

She spent the next twenty minutes wondering why on earth she'd agreed to go to coffee with him and trying to decide whether to bail on their arrangement. 

In the end she decided to go. Just this once, she thought, just to tell him no more. She didn't want to think too hard about the reasons why.

Half an hour later she slipped her coat on and walked up the side street and round the corner to main road and the front of the hotel. Straight ahead was the tube station, or she could go around the corner and just catch her bus home. She stopped and considered, struggling to decide and then she saw him. He was waiting for her outside the station, he was wearing that suit again; the dark grey one he had on when she'd first seen him. He looked very handsome. He spotted her and started walking towards her purposefully, taking big strides. She felt her stomach lurch with attraction and terrified that someone from the hotel was going to see them together she started towards him.

They stopped in front of each other and he spoke. "How long have we got?"

"About two hours, my daughter does football on Thursdays after school."

He smiled at that. She realised she'd never seen him smile. It was disarming.

"I would like to take you somewhere."

Frowning, she bit her lip, this wasn't going as she'd planned.

"It's not very far away."

"Umm, okay." 

"Come, we will take my car."

She hadn't banked on a car journey. She paused, she wasn't sure. His arm slid round her waist and he rested his hand on the small of her back. At the contact she felt butterflies in her stomach. He was leading her towards a large sleek black car when suddenly someone called out to her.

"Andi!"

She spun round and found herself facing Connie and Maria. Oh of all the times to bump into them.

"Hi..." she even sounded guilty. 

"Hello..." Connie replied slowly. Slowly she looked from Andrea to Stephano. Andrea could see the cogs in her brain working. Marias eyes were sparkling.

"This is Stephano, we... we're just off to have a coffee."

"Are you?" Connie narrowed her eyes at Stephano and nodded at him briefly and then she turned her gaze back to Andrea. "I'll see you tomorrow then." She added the statement was heavy with all the unasked questions. She turned and left, Maria followed.

They climbed into the back of the car, she sat as far from him as she could, it was big, but still an enclosed space. He spoke briefly to the driver but in a foreign language so she didn't understand him. As the car pulled away she looked out of the window. The silence was heavy, finally Stephano spoke.

"She called you Andi?" 

"Yes." 

"It suits you." 

"Thank you."

They hadn't gone very far before they arrived. They were in Knightsbridge, she realised as she climbed out of the car and looked around. Although it was quite close to the hotel, she didn't come to this part of town very often. It was very grand.

He took her hand and began leading her into a nearby shop that seemed to sell only lingerie.

"Oh no." she said, backing away. What was he thinking? she started to pull her hand out of his grasp "No. You are not taking me underwear shopping!"

He looked genuinely baffled at her reaction, so she elaborated. "What parallel universe are you living in that you think taking a girl you hardly know underwear shopping is an acceptable thing to do!" 

She was aware that her voice had risen and that she was almost shouting. She needed to get away from him.

She spun around and started to walk purposefully away. She wasn't entirely clear about which direction she was heading in but she was sure she would come across a tube station eventually, there were plenty around. She released an exasperated breath. Why had she even thought this was a good idea? He was nuts, indescribably sexy perhaps, but nuts all the same.

Suddenly he'd grabbed her wrist and was spinning her around, pulling her towards him, her chest slammed into his, almost knocking the wind out of her as he wrapped an arm possessively around her waist, trapping her against him. The violence of the move came as a shock but immediately she was overcome with the involuntary arousal that being in such close proximity to him seemed to cause. She was staring at his chest, she met his eyes and saw similar emotions to the ones she was experiencing reflected in them. For a fleeting moment she was aware of how this must look to passers by and then emotion overtook her, she lost awareness of anything else but him.

Several long moments passed as they stared at each other in a silent battle of wills. When he spoke his voice sounded quiet but controlled, like he was struggling to get the words out. 

"The one in which I owe you two pairs of knickers."

She was finding it hard to think coherently. The one what? It took her a while to process his words and link them to her earlier question. Yes, well he did kind of have a point, she supposed.

She closed her eyes. "Okay." she whispered.

The shop assistants were surprisingly friendly. Andrea felt out of place in the boutique, although they didn't seem to notice. One of them took her into the back of the shop where the changing rooms were. As she left she cast a nervous glance at Stephano. He was involved in conversation with the women behind the counter.

She knew she was there to buy pants but they had so many different types. The shop assistant suggested that she'd bring a selection for Andrea to try and after disappearing for a few moments she reappeared with an armful of lingerie. 

"You have an hourglass figure," the woman said admiringly.

"I just wanted some knickers." Andrea mumbled, embarrassed, looking at her feet. She'd taken off her coat and hung on the hook in the cubical. She'd left her apron in her locker, but she was still wearing the rest of her uniform, a black skirt and a white blouse. She was hoping she didn't look too much like a maid.

The shop assistant looked uncomfortable. "Signore Giorgi has said you are to have two full sets of underwear." 

Andrea frowned as she wondered who on earth Signore Giorgi was. When she realised, she folded her arms and marched back out to the front of the shop, past the horrified looking shop assistant. Determined to set him straight. He'd said he owed her two pairs of knickers, not the whole ensemble, that's why she'd agreed to this. What was he playing at? Stephano was standing with his back to her, arms folded, legs apart, facing the window talking in rapid Italian on his mobile phone. He didn't seem to notice her presence. She stopped, the wind knocked out of her sails. She didn't know what to do.

She turned again to find the assistant standing nervously behind her still holding an armful of lingerie. She sighed and rolled her eyes, torn between wanted to leave and wanting to avoid the scene the woman was so clearly dreading.

"Okay," she huffed in an exasperated voice. "Let's do this."

As she led Andrea back into the fitting rooms, the shop assistants relief was palpable. "I think these would suit you."

She handed one set of underwear to Andrea, and hung the other hangers on a hook in fitting room. She was just about to leave the fitting room when Andrea asked.

"Does he do this often?"

"Pardon?"

"Does he do this often? Bring women here to buy them underwear."

"Whatever gives you that impression?"

"You know his name" Which is more than I know. She thought to herself. She wasn't entirely sure why she thought it was okay to ask the shop assistant these questions but the words just seemed to be falling right out of her mouth.

The shop assistant fixed her with a penetrating look "I know him because he is a friend of the owner, and as far as I know, no he doesn't. I'd never seen him before today"

"I don't know him very well." she replied uncomfortably by way of an explanation. 

The shop assistant seemed to be battling with whether to say something, eventually she decided to speak "Listen, I don't know what kind of relationship you have with the man out there but you are a very beautiful young woman, and a beautiful woman should wear beautiful underwear. I think you should enjoy this opportunity. My mother always said that the most important clothing choice a woman can make is to wear good lingerie and then it hardly matters what she wears over it.

I got you two cup sizes, a D and DD. Start with the D see what you think. I'll be outside."

Andrea looked up and met her gaze. She wasn't sure what she was expecting to find, but the woman was simply looking at her understandingly. 

When she returned, Andrea apologized. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I asked you that" she whispered.

"Honey, I sell lingerie. People ask me all sorts of strange things." she replied, smiling. "Here, let me just adjust the strap on the bra. I think that's the perfect fit, what do you think?"

Andrea looked at her reflection in the mirror. Not as slim and toned as she had been before she had Sophia. She didn't really have time to work out anymore, but at least she'd got away without any stretch marks.

"It's lovely." Andrea whispered.

"You're lovely." the shop assistant replied sternly "Now, we can do this set with a thong if you like or a brief but I think the mini shorts are nice. What do you think?" 

"I like the shorts too." she said shyly.

When they left the shop twenty minutes later she was wearing one of the new sets of lingerie under her clothes and carrying the other one in a bag. She did feel wonderful. He wanted to know if they still had time for coffee, he seemed a little meeker, more cautious. She nodded, if they were quick.

They went to a quiet little café a few doors down. It seemed Stephano knew this place as well, as he was immediately speaking Italian to the women behind the counter. Andrea decided hot chocolate would be safer, not trusting herself to introduce caffeine to her system with her already frayed nerves. 

They sat opposite each other at a table near the back. An awkward, intense silence filled the space between them. The waitress arrived with two small cups full of dark liquid, he was having an espresso. Andreas drink was in a cup the same size, it wasn't like any hot chocolate she'd ever seen before. 

She lifted the cup to her lips, and tasted it. it was dark and bitter, not too sweet, and it was thick like custard. It was delicious and it was finished far sooner than she'd had of liked. She noticed a drop of the stuff on the saucer and using her little finger she wiped it clean and absently put it into her mouth to lick the resulting residue off. She closed her eyes. She'd never tasted anything like it; it was divine.

It was the sharp intake of breath first alerted her to the effect she was inadvertently having on Stephano. She felt a shoeless foot slide tantalisingly up her calf and along her inner thigh. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands as she breathed in sharply but managed to close her mouth before she made a sound.

She looked up, meeting Stephanos heated gaze..... He raised a hand without looking away from her.

The waitress was suddenly at there at their table again

"Possiamo avere più del cioccolato per favore." he said, without breaking eye contact with Andrea. 

The waitress promptly disappeared again to return shortly with more chocolate

"Grazie."

"Prego."

The short interaction was over and they were alone again.

"Thank you." She whispered, sure that she was blushing.

"Don't thank me, my reasons are selfish." As if to illustrate his point he leant back in his chair, folded his arms and watched her through hooded eyes. 

She squirmed and self-consciously took a sip of her cocoa.

Then she remembered that he'd been speaking Italian. "Where in Italy are you from?" 

"Reggio." When he saw her puzzled expression he added, "It's in the south."

"Oh." She'd never heard of it before. 

"I live in Milan now." 

"Are you here on business?"

"Yes."

There was a finality to his answer, like he didn't want to talk about himself. The silence stretched between them again. He wasn't giving much away. Suddenly he spoke again.

"Are you married?"

"No." she replied shaking her head "Are you?"

"No, I'm not married." Again his reply was clipped, and before she had a chance to ask more he was speaking again "Where is the father of your daughter?"

"He's..." She wasn't going to go there. "He's not around." She looked away.

"Are you seeing anyone else?"

He wanted to know whether she had a boyfriend? Now, after everything that had happened? Where was he going with this? She shook her head.

He leaned forward and took one of her hand in both of his, immediately the dynamic between them changed as again the electricity-like current pulsed between them. Already she could feel her resolve was beginning to crumble. She should say something now, this was the right time to tell him she couldn't continue to see him, but then he was talking again, his tone was short and clipped. 

"I have to go to Italy for a week, then I will return. I want to see you when I get back."

She cringed. "Stephano, I came here to tell you we can't do this again, I can't see you anymore and I have to go now, or I'll be late." the words tumbled out of her mouth sounding rushed and feeble to her ears. "Oh, thank you for the cocoa." She added. 

Abruptly, she got to her feet almost knocking the chair over in her haste. Not wanting to give him the chance to reply she began to leave.

She made it out the door but he trapped her in a doorway, another doorway. At least it wasn't raining this time, she thought as he leaned towards her, caging her with his arms. She felt trapped.

"I don't want to do it again." he replied his expression unreadable. 

She blinked. He didn't? Well that was confusing. She had assumed that was exactly what he wanted, the only reason she was there in fact. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She looked back at him, perplexed. 

He stepped closer and leaned towards her, he was speaking into her neck so she couldn't see his face. As he spoke his were lips tickling her skin in the sensitive area behind her ear; his arms braced on either side of her. He spoke quietly but clearly and slowly so there was no way she could misunderstand him.

"I don't want to take you in my bathroom, or up against a wall in a store cupboard." His voice was crooning, his words sending shivers of anticipation down her spine.

He lifted a hand and infuriatingly slowly, he trailed his fingers down her cheek. "I want you at my leisure. I want to undress you, I want to take your clothes off, so I can see what you look like underneath them." 

The hand travelled down her throat towards her chest. "I want to have you in my bed. I want to taste you again." His started to sound strained as he spoke into the shell of her ear. She was virtually salivating in response.

"I want to make you climax over and over again, and I want to watch your face as I do it. I want to make you scream for me as you come." 

She squeezed her eyes closed, sharply breathing in as she tried not entirely successfully to supress a moan.

She opened her mouth to reply but the words didn't come. She was already experiencing a profoundly physical response to him when he began to drag his lips gently along her throat her knees buckled. It was like her throat and her groin were directly connected. He pressed his body into hers, wrapping an arm around her waist bracing himself against her. She fought to get control of herself. She was worried about the time. Finally she managed to urgently whisper his name.

"Stephano."

"Hmmm?"

"I have to go."

"When can I see you again?"

She squeezed her eyes shut against the reality of the situation. "You can't see me again, Stephano."

He grabbed her jaw, trapping her with his glare; she could see barely concealed rage reflected in his eyes. Despite the darkness of their colour, the look in his eyes was icy cold. She shuddered with a mixture of fear and arousal.

"I want to see you again." He ground out.

Steeling herself, she pursed her lips. "We don't always get what we want."

His reply was immediate "Is that what you say to your daughter?" His voice was challenging.

She paused for a moment and frowned, she realised it was. "Yes, yes it is."

"I always get what I want, Andrea." 

Despite the chilling tone of his words, hearing her name on his lips sent an unexpected surge of arousal through her. She had to remind herself why this was a bad idea.

"I'll drive you."

"No! I can get the bus."

"I'm taking you. Where is it?"

Feeling torn, she looked at her watch; she's already cutting it fine, she didn't want to be late for Sophia twice in one week. She remembered she didn't know exactly where she was and anyway the Tube is quite pricy. She didn't want him to know where she lived but he could take her to the school she supposed if it prevented her from being late. She acquiesced and agreed to go with him.




The Maid Ch. 03



He backed off in the car, she was grateful for the distance between them; she needed the space to cool down. They travelled in silence. They pulled up outside the school. She wasn't too late, thankfully. She climbed out cautiously and looked around; no one seemed to have noticed her. She glanced back at him; he was watching her from his seat. She smiled shyly and whispered a thank you. He nodded. 

When she left the school with Sophia's hand in hers a few minutes later she could see the car was still parked in the same place across the road. She couldn't see in through the tinted windows but as she walked down the street it pulled away and she gripped Sophia's hand without looking up as it crawled past them slowly. 

They cut through the park on the way home, she couldn't see it anymore but the car couldn't follow her there. It wasn't too cold, so they stopped for ten minutes. She sat on one of the benches and watched as Sophia ran around and played on the swings with a boy from her school that Andrea didn't recall seeing before. She drifted off into thoughts about him. Damn him, two hours in his company and she felt like a pot on the stove that was about to over boil. She squirmed frustratedly. 

They headed home, she needed to get the dinner on. She opened the front door to hear the phone ringing. Dropping her bag, she ran to catch it.

"Andi?"

"Connie!" She said breathlessly. "Hi!"

Connie didn't beat around the bush. "Who is he?"

"Erm..." Andrea nervously bites her lip, and glances at Sophia who is standing in the doorway, watching her expectantly. "I can't talk now, can ring you later after I put Sophia to bed."

Finally Andrea flopped down on the sofa in her front room and exhaled. Sophia was fed, bathed and asleep. Her head was spinning as she tried to make sense of what had happened that afternoon with Stephano. She felt very frustrated after spending two hours in close proximity with him. She needed release. Squeezing her eyes closed she rubbed her forehead she heard a quiet knock on the door. Who could that be?

Tentatively she opened the door. Standing in the doorway waving a bottle of wine by way of explanation/entry fee, was Connie. 

Andrea grinned. "Come in!" 

Connie marched into the living room and sat down on the sofa, Andrea brought glasses and bottle opener and sat down beside her. 

Connie fixed her with a penetrating stare "He was the reason you were so shaken up last Thursday wasn't he, Andi?"

Looking away she nodded and took a fortifying gulp of wine, bracing herself for the onslaught of questions. Questions she wasn't sure she'd know the answer to.

"Are you going to see him again?" Connie asked

"He's not a suitable person for Sophie to be around." She replied shortly.

"Why not?"

"We have nothing in common!"

"But you don't even know him really and anyway what about you? How do you feel? Sophie doesn't have to be around him. Can't you just have sex?"

She almost choked on her wine at that. She couldn't believe Connie of all people was suggesting she have a casual sex, but perhaps she was right. The state she was in after a couple of hours in his company combined with a few glasses of wine and the idea was becoming increasingly appealing.

"I don't know if anyone has ever had the physical effect on me that he does." She sighed. "I can't stop thinking about him; he's like a drug. I feel so out of control when I'm around him." She was staring intently at her now empty wine glass on the coffee table.

"Well maybe it's about time you did something for yourself, you deserve to have something for yourself Andi, and you're so young."

"But Sophia..."

"Sophia needs a mother who is happy, and how will you be happy if you never do anything for yourself? Have you even had sex since Joe?"

"Connie!" Andrea was blushing furiously.

"Well?"

"Of course I have!"

"Yeah? How many times? You're just a mother Andi, you're not a nun."

"I don't think he's someone I should get involved with." She mumbled lamely. 

"But you're attracted to him?"

"Yes."

"Well you don't have to get married. This is the 21st century. Just be careful. Make sure it's on your terms, not his, and don't get too emotionally involved. Take it slowly." 

She frowned. "I don't think he does anything that's not on his terms."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," She bit her lip, thinking. "He's just...he's really uncompromising. He knows what he wants and he takes it. I just seem to get swept along with it." 

Connie giggled. "I would mind being swept along by him."

They sat in silence for a while, then Andrea finally spoke. "I've been accepted on the school centred teacher training program."

Connie squealed with excitement uncharacteristically. It seemed to be the evening for her to do odd things.

"When did you find out?"

"Yesterday."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I've been a bit distracted." Absently, she smiled to herself.

They talked late into the night about teacher training and Stephano, but she didn't mention her initial lack of consent. She felt uncomfortable talking about it, didn't want to give it a voice. It would seem more real, and she wasn't ready for that to happen. She didn't want to think that about him.

Connie looked thoughtful. "What do you know about him anyway? Where's he from? What does he do?"

"He's Italian, somewhere in the south. I think it started with R. Reggio? But he lives in Milan now. He didn't say what he was doing here exactly but it's business."

"Reggio...In Calabria? That's a very poor region of Italy." Connie said. "Usually men from the south of Italy who have money are Mafia."

Andrea looked at Connie, her eyes widening with shock. She couldn't be sure Connie's theory was correct, but suddenly a lot about Stephano made sense. She frowned. What on earth had she gotten her self into?



The Maid Ch. 04



Thanks again to my amazing editors misternik and to vmc312 Truly, I don't know where I would be without you. 

*****

It had been over a week and still there was no sign of him. At least she'd stopped being jumpy when she was at work. She felt a confusing mixture of relief and disappointment. Oh, and just a hint of annoyance. If she was never going to see him again that was fine, but she'd prefer to just know. She couldn't bear this waiting, this being in limbo. She still couldn't decide what she would do if he came back anyway. She'd thought about him till her head hurt, but she still hadn't reached any kind conclusion. She just seemed to change her mind a lot; oscillating between positions, sometimes she wanted to see him again, and then she'd think about Sofia. 

She couldn't just invite strange men into Sophia's world: especially one that seemed to be so lacking in appropriate boundaries. What sort of example would she be setting for her daughter? Would it be okay if she didn't have to consider Sophia? She couldn't imagine how it would feel not having the responsibility of her daughter to factor in.

A few days later, they were walking to school when she saw it. The familiar sleek black car. It was parked on the corner on the other side of the road. She stopped dead in her tracks, rooted to the spot. She was unexpectedly crippled with shock and indecision. What was he doing there? She'd just gotten used to the idea that she was never going to see him again, and there he was. Her anxiety immediately expressed itself physically as her insides clenched. 

"Mummy! Mum?" 

She couldn't be absolutely sure it's his car she told her self, but it was, she knew it was. The slick, shiny black paint job, those tinted windows. Why else would it be there? It's not like anyone drove a car like that around there.

Suddenly she realised Sophia was tugging on her arm. 

"Mum!"

"Sorry honey, what were you saying?" 

"Why have we stopped? We're going to be late."

"Oh, I thought I saw someone I knew." She mumbled.

They carried on towards the school. Despite the noise of children running around the schoolyard waiting for the bell to ring, Andrea heard none of it, her mind was racing, heart was thumping, she was tapping her foot nervously. Suddenly her reverie was interrupted.

"Can Sophia come to my house after school today?" 

The urgent little voice belonged to Mia, Sophias best friend. The two girls were jumping up and down on the spot, and Andrea briefly wondered where on earth they'd found this much energy so early in the morning.

"Er..." She was always a bit stumped when this situation arose. "Mia, you can't just invite Sophia over, we need to make an arrangement with your parents!" 

"I can ask my Mum, she's just over there!"

"Please Mummy pleeeease?" squealed Sophia.

She starting shaking her head but she realised Mia was already asking her mum, Andrea smiled apologetically over at her and hurried towards them both.

Helen looked harried and tired. Mia was the oldest of three and her two younger brothers were quite rambunctious.

"Look, Sophia doesn't have to come over this evening, maybe we can have Mia instead?"

"But Mummy, Mia said we can do loom bands at her house!"

"We have loom bands too, Sophia."

"But Mia has better colours!"

Helen smiled reassuringly and said "Really. it's okay. They get along so well I don't even know that they're there most of the time, it's like having one less child, not one more." 

"Okay." Andrea sighed. "If you're sure? Should I l pick her up around 6:30?"

"That would be great." 

"Okay, see you later. Thanks so much." 

She left the playground and apprehensively started to walk towards the bus stop. She tried to avoid looking over to where his car was parked. Feeling cold, she wrapped her arms around herself and walked faster. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do about him, but she couldn't deal with it so unexpectedly, so early in the morning. She hadn't drunk enough coffee and anyway, she needed to get to work. 

It was then that she noticed the car crawling along beside her so she began walking faster. She heard what must have been the electric window lowering and glanced up. She caught sight of him through the window and she faltered. He said her name and her heartbeat accelerated. 

"I can't stop," She replied. "I need to get to work." 

The safety barrier between the pavement and the road beside the school ran out and he immediately got out of the car and stopped in front of her. Before she could react he pulled her into his embrace, whispering her name and kissing her hungrily.

Almost straight away her resolve crumbled, and she was kissing him back. He pulled her towards him and curled himself around her like he wanted to swallow her whole. Her treacherous body was purring in response. She glanced around nervously; worried someone she knew might see them. 

Desire uncurled in her stomach, stretching and slowly opening its eyes like a lazy cat. She clung to his lapels as he covered her face in a rain of gentle kisses.

"Let me take you." His voice was gravelly. She'd noticed his accent always seemed to be a bit stronger when he was aroused. The effect that this realisation had was quite profound, her mouth was suddenly very dry. She swallowed nervously. 

"Um, Okay." she was apprehensive, she wanted to avoid the intimacy being inside his car would provide, but she was also keen to get off the pavement. They were still almost right outside Sophia's school.

She watched out the window as the car sped along, the residential roads relatively free and clear of traffic. He took both her hands in his.

"I can see you later? After you finish?"

She noticed he was momentarily wearing a vulnerable expression. Then he locked it down, and his look was challenging again. She bit her lip, what should she say? She really ought to say no but she didn't have the strength to keep fighting this attraction. And besides, she didn't have to pick Sophia up from Mia's until 6:30 that evening. Could she follow Connie's advice and keep the relationship on her terms? She wondered. Could she manage to avoid falling for him?. She had to try. 

"Okay," she took a deep breath. "I finish work at two."

He stared at her intently, his gaze heated. She felt her insides prickle with anticipation as warmth gathered between her thighs. She squirmed at the mere thought of what could happen later and she really wasn't sure if she would make it through the day without spontaneously erupting into flames. She looked over at him, his eyes were alight with mischievous intent. It was almost as if he could tell what she was thinking.

Suddenly he lunged towards her, and before she could react she was entwined in his arms. He buried his face in her chest, inhaling greedily as his hand travelled up her thigh; when he reached the top of her stocking and found bare flesh she heard him groan.

"You are so beautiful, even more beautiful than I remember." It seemed like he was struggling to get the words out as he trailed kisses along her neck. "I have been desperate to see you again." 

Finally, they arrived at the hotel and she stumbled out of the car, taking huge gulping breaths of the cool morning air. As the car pulled away she was relieved to be free of him. She'd forgotten how debilitating being in this constant state of arousal was. She tried to collect herself as she entered the hotel she smoothed her hair and straightened her skirt. She wasn't sure it had worked, but it would have to do.

She was lost in thought, collecting the towels and sheets when her musings were interrupted.

"You've seen him, haven't you?"

She spun round to face Connie, her jaw slack with surprise. "How did you...?"

"I can tell by the dreamy look on your face."

She cringed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes!" Answered Maria from the other side of the room, without even turning round; as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She felt herself colour.

Somehow she managed to get through the rest of the day, but she was a wreck by the time work finished. She was a bundle of frayed nerves from the constant warring of all sorts of conflicting emotions. To make matters worse, Maria and Connie cornered her at the end of her shift.

"Are you meeting him now?" Maria was obviously excited for her. She nodded guiltily; it did nothing to make her feel any more comfortable about it all. 

"Is someone collecting Sophia from school?" asked Connie, practical as ever.

"Yeah, she has a play date with Mia." 

"Okay. You be careful, Andi. Don't let him talk you into anything." Connie told her sternly.

"And have fun!" Maria added, giggling.

Belatedly she realised she hadn't made any kind of definite arrangement with Stephano. She wasn't sure where he was going to be, or what she was supposed to do. But when she finally left work after what felt like the longest day ever he was there, leaning against a wall near, but not too near the staff entrance, waiting for her. She was struck again by how handsome he was. When she got close didn't speak, he just took her hand and started walking briskly towards the high street. She struggled to keep up with him. 

As soon as they turned the corner, he stopped, took her face in his hands and kissed her gently on the mouth. She sighed. He brushed a tendril of hair out of her face as he looked at into her eyes searchingly.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"How long have we got?" He asked urgently.

"About three hours before I have to leave.." 

"Come" he took her hand again and started leading her towards the main road.

"Stephano," she gulped, steeling herself against what she was about to say. "We can't have unprotected sex." She couldn't take the morning after pill, not again.

"No of course not, that was very selfish of me. I'm sorry." He looked stricken.

He led her into the lobby of a new hotel, the other major hotel in Kensington. She looked around tentatively. She knew of it of course; this place was their most serious competitor, but she'd never actually been inside. She felt out of place. She pulled her coat closer around herself and her uniform underneath, worried that someone would see, but the staff were all polite smiles. She felt they should recognise one of their own, but somehow they didn't.

Once they were in the lift, he solemnly gazed into her eyes again, kissing her face and holding both her hands in his.

"You're staying here now?"

"Yes, you seemed uncomfortable with being with me in your hotel" She nodded and absently reeled off the rule in her head. 'Strictly no fraternising with the guests.' She caught the reflection of them both locked together in the mirrored walls of the lift. She couldn't quite believe she was doing this. She didn't do this sort of thing.

The bell dinged and the lift doors slid open. As they walked down the hall, she felt apprehensive as he opened of the door of his room. She looked around, taking it all in. The room was more modern than the ones in her hotel; minimal, sleeker lines. She realised she preferred it: it had a sophisticated beauty. There was a large vase of white flowers on the table and she gazed at them with admiration.

She turned and realised he had sat down in an armchair, his legs apart. He was watching her expectantly as she took in her surroundings, waiting. He beckoned her forward. Nervously she took a step and stopped in front of him, her heart in her mouth. He looked up at her hungrily. Taking hold the hem of her skirt and Yugging at it he forced her to step even closer.

"This. Take it off. I want you in your underwear" he said gesturing dismissively at her blouse.

She hesitated, nervous at the idea. After a fortifying breath she slowly started to undo the buttons, her fingers clumsily stumbling over them. She was relieved to be wearing the lingerie he'd bought her the last time they'd met. Not that luck had much to do with it really; she'd been wearing it as often as she could, only taking it off to wash it. It was probably the nicest, most comfortable thing she'd ever owned. But despite how comfortable it was, she still felt sexy and womanly in it. 

She came back from her thoughts to realise he was still waiting, his gaze seemed even hungrier, more heated than before. She wasn't sure how that was even possible. As his eyes roamed across her newly exposed flesh he looked pleased with what he was seeing. Self-consciously she began to slide the blouse off her shoulders. Suddenly he jumped up out of the chair and grabbed her, kissing her roughly. Caught unexpectedly by the move, she stumbled back until she felt her back hit the wall behind her. Before she had a chance to respond, he was yanking her skirt down, and then tying something around her eyes, and she was plunged into darkness.

"Turn around, stand with your legs apart, your hands up against the wall." He ordered, putting put both hands on her waist to help spin her around. She could feel herself starting to tremble.

As she was frantically trying to calm her breathing she realised he was speaking. He'd obviously noticed her panicked state. 

"Why are you shaking?" She could feel the heat of his breathe on her neck. "Are you scared?" There was an incredulous, impatient tone to his voice, but when she only managed a whimper in response he added more gently, "Don't be, I'm not going to hurt you."

He must have dropped to his knees; she could feel him running his hands up her stockings so gently he was barely even touching her. It seemed like his touch was intensified a thousand times by the blindfold covering her eyes: she didn't know where or when it was next going to happen. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her cheek against the wall, relishing the coolness it found there.

He started to drag his lips along the tops of her thighs where the stockings ended and her skin began. She still felt nervous but the sensation was almost unbearably pleasurable. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest. 

She wasn't sure how much more she could take. She vaguely registered a strangled incoherent sound as it escaped her lips. She was wishing she had something to cling to when she heard him laugh; it was a dark seductive sound that affected her in the most unspeakable ways. She realised then that he enjoyed this power he had over her, He knew he could reduce her to a quivering panting mess and he seemed to like doing it. 

"I like these very much." He whispered against her skin, running his hands up her stockings. She shivered at his words, and at the feel of his lips moving against her skin. His voice was like a soft caress, mirroring his touch. 

She was panting. Even if she could think of someway to respond she wasn't sure she could speak, she was only just still standing. He unhitched one of her stockings from her suspender belt and slid it slowly down her leg, trailing gentle kisses down the backs of her thighs and behind her knees, following its progress.

"Step out of the stocking." 

He repeated each step with the other leg, and then tantalisingly slowly he dragged her pants down, and finally he unhooked her bra. Momentarily she was aware of her state of undress but then he stood up and pressed himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her and enclosing her with his body. He grabbed her hair in his hand, curling it around his fist and using it to gently pull her head back towards him. Then he leaned forward and spoke directly into her ear. 

"You have no idea what you do to me. I haven't been able to think of anything else but you since that first day when I returned to my room and found you lying on my bed." his voice sounded gravelly and strained. "You beguile me, you captivate me, you enchant me." 

She felt a hand creep downwards, and he began rubbing her clitoris in lazy circles. 

"I can't sleep for thinking about you. I can't concentrate on anything. I seem to lose all self-control when I'm near you. Every time you creep into my thoughts I become so aroused I have to stop what I'm doing."

She felt like his words had spoken directly to the darkest, most sensuous part of her soul, sending a frisson of arousal shuddering through her. 

He was nibbling the skin on the neck, he seemed to slow the pace but he increased the pressure, she was starting to tremble again, but this time it wasn't fear induced. 

"I want you to come for me now..." 

His words were her undoing, and despite, or possibly because of the slowness of his movements, her orgasm came upon her suddenly. She collapsed as she climaxed, her knees buckled and she was starting to fall when suddenly he caught her in his arms and carried her to the bed. 

"Good girl." He said, as he placed her gently on her back. 

She lay there in a daze. He wasn't touching her anymore, and although she listened she couldn't hear him. She lay still as her breathing returned to normal. She felt exposed, she felt naked. She was naked. She was feeling incredibly turned on by what was happening but also more than a little bit unnerved, she was starting to wonder about him. She'd never experienced anything like this before, never met anyone like him. She needed to reorient herself. 

She raised her hands up and was about to push the blindfold off her face but like a shot he grabbed her wrists and pulled them back down, pinning them to her sides.

"No!" his voice was hard and right next to her ear. She hadn't realised he was so close. He quietly continued. "If you try to do that again, I will tie your hands to the bed." 

Arousal laced with fear coursed through her and although the idea sounded indescribably erotic she certainly didn't want him to tie her up. She didn't trust him enough for that. Yet.

He let go of her wrists and she lay still, waiting. 

Suddenly she could feel his lips brushing along her stomach sending rippling shivers across it. 

"Put your arms over your head, hold the head board." His voice was quiet but compelling.

Hesitantly she reached up with both her hands, and finding a metal bar she clung to it. She lay there, struggling to keep still as his hand crept up her body, in between the valley of her breasts, up to grip her neck, gently pinning her in place. His other hand drifted down past her navel, towards her groin. Her grip tightened on the bars in anticipation, and she was grateful to have something to cling to.

Initially his touch was so gentle it felt like the wings of a thousand tiny butterflies were beating against her skin, sending prickles of desire fluttering through her. She fought to keep still as he gently stroked her clitoris, the urge to move towards his touch was so strong. Torturously slowly he slid two of his fingers inside her. When they were fully buried, he pressed his thumb firmly into her clitoris. She whimpered, arching off the bed in response.

She felt the mattress sink as he climbed onto the bed. He straddled her and she realised he was naked too now. As he cupped her breasts, she could feel his erection brushing against her navel and she thrust her hips towards him. He responded with another dark chuckle. She groaned. It was so frustrating not being able to see him.

He leaned forward, enveloping a nipple in his mouth, it felt hot and sensitive as he drew his tongue over it. She risked letting go of the bar, reached down and found his hair, as she gripped it she ground her hips into his. 

He stilled for a moment, before taking both her wrists and lifting them back over her head. 

'Hold on to the bar. Don't let go." She thought his voice sounded quietly menacing, but she couldn't be sure if she was reading it right. "I'm going to fuck you now."

He reached over her, and she thought she heard the sound of foil ripping. She felt him line himself at her entrance, and gripping her waist with both hands he plunged into her, burying himself as deeply as he could. He groaned with satisfaction as she clenched her internal muscles around him. He settled on top of her, gripping her jaw in both his hands and kissing her face passionately as he finally he peeled the blindfold off. 




The Maid Ch. 04



"I want to see your eyes when I take you." He whispered gazing at her intently. His words sent a shudder of arousal rippling through her.

She gazed up at him, drinking in the sight of his perfect form. He was towering above her, his arms braced on either side of her head. His dark hair was no longer combed back but dangled messily over his face. She lifted her hand and and let it drift along his chest and down his arm. Dark, coarse hairs peppered his torso. She glanced at his face and found that a look of triumph was dancing in his eyes. 

He leaned down and kissed her again greedily, his tongue darting into her mouth. She kissed him back, basking in the freedom of being able to see him, to touch him, to taste him. He began to move, slowly at first but soon he was thrusting into her with everything he had. The sensation of completion she felt on having him inside her was delicious, she didn't want it to end. She raked her fingers down his back, and felt him shudder in response. 

He rolled over, pulling her with him so she was straddling him. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her behind as he pulled her towards him and thrust into her, grinding his pelvis into hers. She gasped at the invasion.

His hands began to travel up her torso, briefly enveloping her waist before wondering onwards toward her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, dragging his thumbs across her nipples, pinching them gently until she felt them harden in response to his touch. 

"Fuck me." he growled.

And she did. Abandoning herself to their mutual pleasure, she rode him, grinding her pelvis against his, seeking that perfect angle and the delicious friction that would send her plummeting into another orgasm. His hands were gripping her hips and she could feel his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her towards him and thrust into her.

They found a rhythm together and she could feel herself beginning to unravel as another orgasm began to sweep over her. It felt like she was being bombarded by crashing waves from a reckless, stormy sea. She leant over him, desperately gripping the headboard, clinging to it, trying to anchor herself against the onslaught of sensations she was experiencing. She threw her head back and cried his name as she came. She fell forward, letting go of the headboard as tremors wracked her body. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed onto his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his grip as he rolled her back underneath him. He wasn't far behind her; he thrust into her aggressively a handful more times until he went rigid and held her even tighter. She watched as he climaxed, he came with a roar, his eyes were closed but his face was contorted with pleasure. 

He collapsed on top of her, covering her body with his, still lodged inside of her, he buried his face in her neck. They both lay still as their breathing returned to normal.

"You are incredible." He whispered softly against her hair. She turned to face him unsure if she'd heard right and was taken aback by the look of admiration she found in his eyes. 

He held her in his arms for what felt like an eternity and she listened as their breathing returned to normal. Finally he Rolled off her and lay with his eyes closed.

She sat up and looked around the bedroom. It looked splendid in its understated luxury and she wondered, not for the first time that day how on earth she ended up there. She reached down and tentatively pulled the sheet up over herself, covering her nudity. All consuming desire was no longer clouding her judgement and she was filled again with wretched, crushing, self doubt. 

She looked down at Stephano. He was lying on his back, hands behind his head, gazing back at her questioningly. She studied his face; she noticed for the first time that he had the beginning of laughter lines around his eyes. He was a typically handsome Italian man, strong masculine features. He had classic good looks; strong jaw, chiselled bone structure, dark well defined brow and those fathomlessly dark eyes. She wondered at his age. He seemed older than her, but not by much. She let her eyes wonder down to his torso, the position he was lying in accentuated the muscles in his chest and his abdomen. What does he see in her? Why was he so enchanted with her? She frowned to herself, shaking her head in bafflement.

This all seemed to be happening so quickly. She had intended to stay uninvolved, to keep the relationship physical. Who was she trying to kid? She couldn't do this. She had never been the kind of person who could just have sex with someone without getting emotionally involved; she was sure getting emotionally involved with Stephano was a bad idea. What was she even doing there? Having sex in a hotel room with a strange man she barely even knew, had hardly ever spoken to; what was she thinking, she didn't do things like this! Suddenly she felt cheap, like a whore. 

Her skin on her face started to feel warm and she knew she was blushing. As she started to get up, her movements were sudden and jerky. "I-I should go..."

She thought she saw hurt flicker across his face ever so briefly, before the familiar Stephano returned. His stare hardened and quick as a flash he had pulled her back down and straddled her, arms brached on either side of her shoulders, effectively trapping her.

"No, you shouldn't." He began kissing her face softly.

She struggled to rise. "But, I..." 

"No, you are staying. You said you had three hours." He cupped one of her breasts in his hands, leant down and drew the nipple into his mouth. Simultaneously he pushed her back onto the bed. She could feel that he was hard again, already. She tried to fight it, to stay in control but already she was losing herself to the delicious sensation as arousal raised its sultry head again in her consciousness. 

Suddenly his mobile phone rang, interrupting them. The noise was piercing and loud, penetrating her aroused state and startling her. He leaned across her and pressed a button, cutting it off without even looking it. He trapped the same nipple in his mouth and continued. Almost immediately the infernal noise started again. He sighed noisily and picked it up.

After a brief glance at the screen he looked back down at her. 

"I have to take this."

He pressed a button, and holding it to his ear barked a greeting impatiently.

"Pronto?"

She could faintly hear that the caller on the other end of the line was male, but not what he was saying. Stephano climbed off her, returning to his previous place on the bed and concentrated intently on the conversation. She rolled on to her side so she could look at him as he spoke, watching him awkwardly. He sounded irritated, but his face told a different story. He was watching her through narrowed, stormy eyes; that roamed up and down her body hungrily. 

Eventually, he stopped talking and simply listened. Absently, he reached towards her and starting at the top of her throat, just beneath her chin, began tracing a line down her skin with his finger. Lazily, it curved down in between her breasts. He began speaking again in harsh clipped tones, but as he did so he continued to watch her with a heated gaze. 

His hand travelled torturously slowly down her torso, following the line of her waist, her hip before moving towards her sex; she unconsciously arched towards his touch as it crept closer. She could feel her heartbeat accelerate and her breathing become erratic as he found her entrance. She was already wet with anticipation. She watched as a hungry smile spread across his face and let out a fervid sigh as he gently slid two of his fingers inside of her. 

Suddenly, the phone call was over. Without breaking eye contact or removing his fingers, he leaned over her as he put the phone back on the bedside table. He kissed her then, slowly. She closed her eyes as she was pulled back under his spell. 

"I can see you again on Saturday?" He asked, his gaze intense.

His fingers were inside her, and he was stroking her gently, searchingly, her fists clenched and her toes curled. 

She was finding it hard to think straight, and briefly she wondered if he was doing it on purpose; using this power he had over her to influence her answer. He was already drifting down to her chest, he caught a nipple in his mouth. Whether it was his intention or not, it was working. She would have agreed to almost anything right then, and seeing again him was exactly what she wanted to do. She gripped his hair in her fists, tilted her head back and sighed, losing herself again to his torments.

"Andrea?" she shivered at the sound of his voice as he said her name. He was still traveling downwards, his lips brushing across her stomach, towards her groin.

"Yes, okay." her voice sounded unexpectedly breathy to her ears.

"Va bene." He said, climbing off her and he lowering himself between her legs. He put his hands behind her knees pushing them up towards her chest and caught her clitoris, pulling it into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it gently. She gasped with renewed fervour at the sensation and wondered if she could withstand another assault from this insatiable man.

-

He was lying behind her, encasing her in his arms, his chest pressed against her back as he stroked her hair and laid gentle kisses along her neck. She couldn't quite decide how she felt; partly like she was trapped, but partly like she was being held, cherished, and worshiped. It always seemed a bit like that, with him.

He spoke, interrupting her thoughts, his voice like honey. "You need to go soon, would you like to take a shower? 

"That would be lovely, thank you."

She was in the shower, alone. It was very posh, and it was strange to be using the shower in a hotel room instead of just cleaning it, but it was very enjoyable and it was far superior to the one in her bathroom at home. She still felt troubled about the afternoons events, but less so. She was confused by Stephano, he seemed controlling and aggressive at times, but then so confusingly, beguilingly sensitive by turns. She leaned against the tiles and closed her eyes; she was too tired and dazed to think very hard about it, so instead she enjoyed the sensation of the hot water as it tumbled over her body. 

When she crept shyly out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, she found he was dressed and sitting on the bed. He'd collected her discarded clothes from where they were lying forlornly on the floor, left all those hours ago. She quickly dressed and he buttoned up the front of her blouse. It was an oddly tender gesture.

As they wait for the lift, he holds her close to him speaking quietly but firmly into her hair

"Where are you going? Let me take you."

"You really don't need to do that. I can get the bus."

She stole a glance up at him, biting her lip nervously. She couldn't keep letting him do this; she had to keep some distance from him. 

He looked at her for a long time without speaking. Finally he exhaled. 

"Okay." He said quietly, stroking her cheek.

Clearly he wasn't happy about this. His answer was curt, but he didn't insist. 

The lift doors pinged open, breaking the awkward moment.

He walked her to the bus stop and the bus arrived almost immediately cutting their parting short. They kissed briefly just before she climbed aboard, and he handed her his card.

"Ring me." He said. She nodded as she disappeared onto the bus.

She sank gratefully into a seat, relishing the time alone so she could gather her thoughts before she had to pick Sophia up from her friend Mia's house. She studied the business card he'd given her. It was expensive looking; when she ran her finger over it she could feel that the lettering was slightly raised. She turned it over in her hands, hoping that somehow it would offer the key to understanding him, that it would be imbued in the material it was made of, but it was disappointingly absent. It seemed he was a financial analyst, whatever that entailed. She stowed the card away safely in her purse and before she knew it, it was time to get off the bus.

She arrived at the familiar comfortable chaos that was Helen's home. Mia and Sophia were sitting at the kitchen table constructing things from loom bands. Sophia had made Andrea a bracelet. From somewhere above, she could hear bangs and thumps as the younger brothers rampaged around upstairs. 

"Would you like some soup?" Asked Helen. 

It smelled wonderful and the idea of soup at Helens familiar kitchen table felt so welcome after such an emotional roller coaster of a day, but Andrea felt anxious too.

"No, I'm fine really." Andrea replied politely. In actuality she was ravenous, but Helen seemed to know that.

"Have some! There's plenty leftover, and Sophia has eaten already." She was already ladling it into bowls. "I was going to eat when James got back, but I'll have some with you." She said, smiling.

Helen made a space on the kitchen table by clearing some Lego and loom bands out of the way and piling some bills up off to the side, as they both sat down to eat. Andrea fell on the food like a starving woman. She was so hungry she gulped it down, barely taking the time to notice its contents; spinach and lentil, with Turkish bread. She glanced up to find Helen staring at her looking bemused.

"You were hungry then?"

"Thank you, this is delicious! I was famished, I didn't have any lunch." She felt herself blush.

"Are you okay? You seem flushed."

"I'm fine, really." She managed to resist the urge to cast her glance in the direction of the girls, but she could feel Sophia's curious stare boring into her. Helen looked at her strangely but thankfully didn't say anything more. 

They left Helen and Mia's later than planned, and after a rushed journey home with no less than three new loom bracelets adorning her wrists, she finally got Sophia into bed.

"Mummy, what did you do today while I was at Mia's house?"

Of course Sophia was going to ask this; she had a memory like an elephant and was incorrigibly curious. Andrea hurriedly thought up white lie.

"Oh, I just did a bit of shopping honey" This seemed to work, despite the lack of shopping in evidence.

"Mrs. Templeton says we must always eat our lunch." Sophia explained earnestly.

"Mrs Templeton is absolutely right. It was very remiss of me not to. Eating lunch is very important." Andrea replied solemnly. "But, so is getting lots of sleep, especially if you have school in the morning. It's very late, Sophia." She leant forward and kissed her daughter on the forehead before switching the bedroom light off and leaving her to sleep. 

She lay in her own bed, staring out of window at the silhouette of the sycamore tree as she wondered about him. Now she was finally alone again she wanted to analyse what happened, to try and decide out how she felt about it; to figure out where to go from here. Instead, she fell quickly into a satisfied, contented sleep.



The Maid Ch. 05



 Oh my goodness, this has been such a long time coming. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. At least I didn't leave you all on a cliffhanger I suppose! 

Thanks again to my editors Misternik for copy editing and vmc312 betaing. This instalment has been hugely improved by their input.

So without further ado

*****

Sohpia's grandparents collected her on Saturday morning and took her home with them to Brighton. Andrea was going to pick her up from them the following afternoon.

This was a common occurrence; Andrea arrived to collect her on Sunday afternoon after Sophia had spent the night. They always stayed for dinner and they always had Sophia's favourite, 'Grandma's bestest ever fish and chips' before taking the train home. 

After they left she called Stephano.

"Where shall we meet?"

"I can come and pick you up."

"No, don't be silly, I'll come to you."

"I don't want you to travel here on public transport, I will come and get you."

"No."

He was silent for a while and then she heard him sigh.

"We will meet at the school?"

After a brief hesitation, Andrea conceded. "Okay." 

Another confrontation about where she lived had been circumnavigated and her relief was palpable, she was sure he must be able to feel it through the phone line.

"Wear something nice Andrea, I'm taking you out."

"Where?" She asked, already in a panic. "What should I wear?" 

But he'd hung up already.

She spent the morning catching up on housework. When she'd finished, she spent an inordinate amount of trying to decide what to wear. She considered the dress she bought for Mark and Tara's wedding; it was cut on the bias and she knew it flattered her shape, but it seemed too plain. She tried on lots of other things. She was tempted to go for the comfortable option and just wear her jeans with a nice top but eventually she decided to go with the dress after all. It was a few years old and a bit out of date but she hoped Stephano wouldn't mind. Most of her wardrobe was all over the bedroom floor by the time she'd finally reached a decision, but she was late so she decided to deal with it when she got back. Hurriedly she packed an overnight bag and rushed out the door.

He wasn't outside the school; he was waiting at the entrance to the park. Leaning against his car, with his arms folded, wearing a sly smile as he watched her approach. He was getting closer to her flat by increments.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in his appearance and yet again she felt overwhelmed by the situation.

He looked so confident and so incredibly handsome. His eyes travelled up and down her body appreciatively as she approached. He gently pulled her forward for a kiss before he opened the door for her.

Upon climbing into the car, he turned to face her and touched her cheek. She sighed, leaning towards him as he dragged his lips along her neck and peeling the strap of her dress off her shoulder. She gripped his thigh, her fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers. She gasped as he gently caressed a nipple through her clothes. He pulled back and gazed hungrily at her.

"You can stay with me tonight?" He asked urgently.

"Yes."

"All night?"

She nodded.

He smiled. "Va bene. What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I have to collect my daughter from her grandparents."

"What time?"

"I'll need to leave at about three."

He nodded. 

"Where are we going?" She asked tentatively.

"I am taking you to see Rigoletto, it's an opera by Verdi. It's showing at The Royal Opera House." He sounded so matter of fact, as though he'd just told her they were going to the cinema. 

"No," Feeling panicked, she shook her head. She felt like her heart had fallen out of her chest and landed on the floor of the car. "No, I...I can't go to the opera, not dressed like this!"

"Why not?" He looked baffled.

"This dress, it's too old, it makes me look frumpy!"

He looked at her blankly.

"No," He said, shaking his head slowly. "You look beautiful" 

"No, I don't." 

He ran his thumb along her jaw and she felt an involuntary shiver course down her spine.

"What you're wearing, it doesn't matter..."

"It does to me."

She looked down at her shoes; they weren't too bad, she supposed.

"I will buy you nice clothes." 

She raised her eyebrows at him. "We need to get something straight Stephano, that's not how this is going to work."

"Why not?" He fixed her with a steely glare.

"It just isn't." she replied tightly, not feeling able to articulate why the prospect him buying her stuff made her feel so uncomfortable.

He didn't query her further, but somehow she just knew this wasn't going to be the end of it. She was pleased to notice that she didn't feel so intimidated by him anymore, just exasperated.

They ate first and she was grateful that the restaurant seemed far more normal than she imagined somewhere he'd take her before seeing an opera would be. She had a wild mushroom risotto and it was delicious. He had steak.

He noticed her eying his chips enviously

"Would you like to try one?"

Nodding shyly she leaned forward reaching for his plate with her fork, he grabbed her hand and unexpectedly a frisson of desire coursed through her. He laughed and the sound pulled at her insides. Spearing a chip with his fork he held it up. She leaned towards him and opened her mouth, allowing him to feed it to her. 

She met his stare and found unapologetic lust in his eyes. 

He leaned forward and in a voice to low for anyone else to hear he growled. "The things that I would like to do to you, Andrea."

Immediately, she felt her body react and she squirmed uncomfortably. It was odd spending time with him when they were not alone. She found herself wishing they weren't in a public place, so she didn't have to school her features or resist any urges she had. They watched each other in silence for a while until he spoke again.

"Do you like working at the hotel?" He asked. 

Welcoming the change of subject with a small sigh of relief, she replied. "It's a job. It suits me, and it works with Sophia's school schedule."

"How long have you worked there?"

"Nearly three years, but I'm starting teacher training in September."

"Oh," He looked perplexed at that. "You will be a Primary school teacher or secondary?"

"Primary"

He nodded. In Italy you must have a degree and then another qualification, this is true here also?"

"Most of the time, I don't already have a degree so I'm going to do one in teaching specifically. Can you do that in Italy too?"

"Yes," he nodded thoughtfully. "I think that you can."

They'd finished eating and he was telling her about the opera they were going to see. She could see it was a subject he was passionate about. As he explained its history, and intricacies of the plot she noticed he used his hands a lot; they were very expressive. As she watched his long, tapering fingers she found her mind wandering off into dark forbidden places, remembering other occasions, times that they had spent together. She was watching his lips, the way they moved as he spoke, the shape of them, she was remembering the feel of them on her skin. 

She was still gazing at his lips as he said her name loudly, pulling her from her illicit thoughts. She realised she hadn't been following what he was saying.

"Sorry." She blushed, biting her lip.

He smiled knowingly, his eyes were blazing and again she had the feeling he knew what she was thinking.

"Shall we go?" He asked, standing up and holding out his hand. When she took it, he pulled her towards him, resting a possessive hand on her back as they exited the restaurant.

The Royal Opera House was a very grand building, as they queued she looked around. She felt like a fish out of water, she peeped up at Stephano. He seemed to be lost in thought. He appeared so comfortable here, so confident, she slipped her hand into his, seeking the comfort of his touch. Momentarily he looked surprised and then he pulled her towards him and wrapped an arm around her.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded.

Placing a finger under her chin, he pushed her face to meet his, he brushed his lips gently against hers. 

"Good."

The queue was moving slowly, giving her time to look around. She's seen the building before of course, but had never been inside. She felt overwhelmed by the ornate architecture and its tremendous size; it must hold at least two thousand people. They didn't have to wait very long before they were led to their seats near the front. 

"It's so much bigger than I imagined." She said in an awed whisper.

The space was filling up with all kinds of people, most of them were much older than her, some were dressed up to the nines, but to her intense relief most weren't. She looked around, they were sitting very near the front. Briefly, she wondered how much this must have cost him. Something comparable to a week of her wages, she supposed. Suddenly the curtain closed, and she felt a flutter of anticipation when she realised it must have been about to start. She glanced over at Stephano and found that he was watching her, his gaze softened. He took her hand and turned back to the stage. She watched, rapt as the curtain lifted again, drawing a collective gasp from the crowd at the transformation.

And for the next few hours she was swept away, with the help of dazzling sets and beautifully crafted costumes into the magical world of tragedy, passion and revenge that was Rigoletto in the 15th century court of Mantua. 

Surprisingly she recognised parts of it, but she wasn't sure where from; adverts on TV probably. When the court jester found that his beloved daughter dead it was so sad. The curtain fell and she hadn't even realised there were tears on her face until Stephano pulled her into his arms and began to kiss them away. She looked at his face to find him smiling down at her approvingly. 

"I knew you would love it." She felt like she passed some kind of test.

Afterwards they walked hand in hand along the bank of the Thames. It was dark but there was still the ghost of a red sunset in the westerly sky. They stopped and admired the city lights reflected in the water. It was dreamily beautiful. She felt almost like she was floating on air. The skyline seems to change so frequently here. Despite living in London all her life she rarely had reason to visit the Thames, this was not a part of London she came to very often. 

When she could finally speak again she said "Thank you for taking me. It was incredible, I've never experienced anything like it."

He stopped and looked at her, the look in his eye was dark and hungry. He pulled her into an embrace, pressing himself against her and spoke quietly against her ear.

"I would take you right here if I thought you would let me." 

He pulled away again and looked down at her face.

"I can hardly bear to spend time in public with you, I want you too much,"

At his words she felt her insides tug with need. Rooted to the spot, she was mesmerised by the strength of her reaction to him. He took his mobile out of his pocket, and never taking his eyes off her, he made a call.

He took her hand and they walked a little further until they came to the car waiting outside the Tate Gallery to collect them. They climbed in, he pulled her into his arms and they were hurtling through the night back towards Kensington. 

When they arrived in his suite at the hotel, he immediately started to walk around her, she felt like he was stalking her; like she was his prey. He stopped behind her, so close she could feel his body heat emanating from him, his breath on the back of her neck. Arousal bloomed in her stomach.

As he spoke, she could feel his lips tickle her skin. "I am going to undress you now Andrea." 

She shivered as he slowly pulled the zip of her dress down. He slid his hands under the material and found her breasts. She let out her breath, unable to hold it anymore as she leaned into him. He stroked her nipples with his thumbs until they hardened into peaks while he kissed her neck. She was melting, so lost in her own arousal it was a while before she realised he was speaking.

"You looked beautiful this evening." 

She blushed, and she was grateful he couldn't see her face. 

"Thank you." She whispered shyly.

He took his hands back out and slid the dress down off her shoulders. He led her to the bed, slowly and deliberately he removed her underwear, she lay perfectly still.

"No stockings today?" He asked, as he pulled down her briefs.

"I don't wear them when I'm not at work." She mumbled, she wondered if perhaps she should have.

"Hmmm." was his only reply, as he dragged his lips across her stomach. Whether it was a sound of appreciation or disapproval she really wasn't sure, but it had a strange effect on her insides regardless. 

Leaning towards her, he reached behind her and undid her bra, peeling it off her shoulders.

She was lying on the bed, naked, as he watched her, and she felt nervous. He gripped her waist with both hands, and studied her breasts intently.

He didn't speak or move for what felt like forever, she resisted the urge to squirm uncomfortably, finally she broke the silence.

"Stephano?" She asked quietly.

He looked up, pulled from his reverie. "You are perfect, you are absolutely, completely perfect." 

"Oh." she didn't know what else to say to that.

He leaned forward and kissed her mouth gently, and then he stood and started to undress.

She watched him, this bewilderingly intense man, as he removed his jacket, carefully folding it over itself he hung it over a nearby chair. He didn't take his eyes off her as he undid his tie. For the first time she noticed he was wearing cufflinks as he took them off.

As he continued to undress, his every move seemed considered and careful. After a whole evening in his company she was almost panting with need, desperate to feel his naked skin against hers, this was usually the very first thing to happen and yet he was somehow able to move with what seemed like deliberate slowness.

Sitting down on the bed, he ran a finger over her lips, the sensation was unexpectedly intense. Involuntarily she gripped the sheets, making fists with her hands as he slid one finger into her mouth. She licked for a moment, then sucked until he withdrew it again. He slid the wet finger over one of her nipples in a slow spiraling pattern and watched as it stiffened into a peak, and she moaned in frustration and arched her back.

He lay down, facing her, and wrapping an arm around her waist, half lifting her off the bed he pulled her towards him, pressing his chest against hers. 

"Would you like to come?" He asked teasingly, as he watched her. 

She could feel her heart speed up in her chest as she tried to regain control of her breathing. How did he manage to affect her so profoundly?

She nodded shyly. 

Continuing to watch her face, he pushed one of his knees between hers, forcing her thighs to part. An expert hand slid down in between their bodies and found her clitoris. Having been desperate for his touch for the entire evening, she found herself immediately writhing and bucking. It was almost unbearably pleasurable. She clung to his shoulders as gently but firmly he stroked her into a frenzy. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly focusing on the feeling of his fingers as he took her to the very edge of arousal until abruptly he stopped

Her eyes flew open staring directly at him, forehead wrinkled and painting with need. "Please"

He smiled wickedly. "Do you want to come, Andrea?"

"Y-yes!" She stammered, louder than she intended. "Yes."

"Would you like me to make you come?"

"Stephano please!" She whimpered, desperate to feel his fingers return.

"Answer me." He growled.

"Yes, yes I want you to make me come!"

"keep your eyes open, do not look away. I want to watch your beautiful face, I want to see what I do to you."

To her intense relief he began again, slowly at first, Alternating between soft pressure and hard against her clitoris. Sliding his fingers through her slick folds then returning his attention back to her clitoris, all the while intently watching her face. It was uncomfortable at first for Andrea to keep her gaze on him, but somehow she managed it. 

Without meaning to she felt her eyes start to drift shut again, and he stilled, waiting, watching as she forced herself to open them and meet his expectant gaze.

She felt that familiar heat rise through her body as he wrenched a powerful orgasm from her. He kissed her hungrily as she climaxed.

Breathlessly, she tried to collect herself as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed over her, but before she had a chance to fully recover he had pulled a condom on and he was kneeling above her.

Wrapping his hands around her waist he lifted her, and lowered her onto him so they were both sitting and she was astride him with her legs wrapped round his torso, his erection impaled deeply inside her. She felt incredibly full in this position and it was delicious. 

Cupping her breasts with both his hands he lowered his face to meet them and enveloping a nipple in his mouth, he sucked. She sighed as a riot of pleasurable sensations swept over her. Wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself,she found his hair and threaded her fingers through it. Throwing her head back she surrendered herself to him. 

Releasing the captured nipple, he slowly lowered her down on to her back. Her pelvis tilted upwards, she was still sitting on his lap but draped backwards. He gazed down at her admiringly, as he trailed his fingers lazily down her torso, it was almost like he was leaning out of a rowing boat and she was the surface of the water. She arched in response, inadvertently increasing his penetration, encasing him further within her and simultaneously they both groaned.

He kneaded her breasts in his hands as he began to move. He found her clitoris again and stroked it firmly with his thumb as his gaze traced the curves of her body.

She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her hands found the head board above her head and using their solidity as leverage she pressed herself forward, pushing herself into him returning his thrusts with equal vigor. 

Despite having only just climaxed it wasn't too long before she could feel herself starting to climb towards another orgasm. The feel of him as he thrust into her, the look of unrestrained desire in his eyes, the effect of his hands as they explored her body formed a heady combination and one she couldn't resist for long. 

She could feel her internal muscles clench around him as she found her release and she couldn't help but call his name as she lost herself in the throws of her orgasm. His response was almost immediate, his head fell back as he thrust into her a final time, until he stilled, emptying himself inside of her.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she lay sprawled across him, exhausted, and a bit overwhelmed by the evening's events. 

He was gently threading his fingers through her hair. It was a while before he spoke.

"Tell me about your daughter, how old is she?"

Andrea smiled, her head resting on his chest. "She's six. Her name is Sophia, she's funny, she makes me laugh. She's very independent. She like playing football but she likes to play with dolls too. She reads a lot. She's very bright."

She realised she was babbling, he couldn't possibly be interested in any of this. Abruptly she stopped talking, but when she looked up at him he seemed interested, attentive.

"Where is her father?" He asked gently.

She'd wondered how long it would take until that subject rose its unwelcome head. She slid off of his chest and rolled onto her front, propping her chin up on her hands and with a sigh she began to talk, to tell him the story of Sophia's father.




The Maid Ch. 05



"His name is Joe. We were childhood sweethearts. He left before Sophia was born. After I got pregnant, we decided to keep her. But then he started taking drugs, disappearing for days at a time. When he was around he was always in a foul mood and he kept missing days at work without giving them any explanation. Eventually they sacked him and we split up and then he just left. I never saw him again. I don't know where he is. I think Eleanor and John see him sometimes, -they're Sophia's grandparents- but they don't talk about him, he must be in a bad way. She shook her head sadly. 

As she spoke he trailed his hand gently across of her back following the curve of her spine.

"I'm sorry." 

"We weren't in a relationship at the time." She replied tightly, inexplicably finding this sympathy from him both irritating and uncomfortable.

"How old were you?"

"Nineteen."

"You must have been very frightened."

"It wasn't so bad, I had a lot of support." 

She'd hardly had a chance to think about it at the time, she'd been far too busy surviving; but yes, it was terrifying. 

"We're very lucky, both Joe's parents and mine have always been very involved in Sophia's life and very supportive. They adore her."

He pulled her into his arms and pressed himself against her back. 

"Well you have me now." He spoke decisively into her hair. "I will take care of you."

They lay in silence and she wondered about him. What did he mean by that? What did he want from her? Where was this going? She wasn't even sure if she knew where she wanted it to go.

Encased in his arms, despite her misgivings, she felt safe and protected and it was a nice feeling. A feeling she could get used to very quickly if she wasn't careful. Finally she fell asleep

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The following morning she woke to find herself alone in an unfamiliar bed. It was far bigger than her own and so much softer. She was disorientated for a second, and then memories of the previous night came rushing back. He wasn't there. She sat up and looked around. The sound of the shower running only seeped into her consciousness as it stopped. He emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel. The white fabric contrasted sharply with the olive tones of his skin. He was dripping wet and gorgeous, his hair disordered and messy. 

Her eyes were drawn to his navel, and she followed the line of dark hair that began there and travelled down until it disappeared behind the towel. Self-consciously she pulled the bed sheet up higher to hide her own nakedness in the face of such perfection. His expression altered, he stalked over to the bed and yanked at the covers roughly off her, pulling them clean away, exposing her completely. Instinctively her legs shot up, knees beneath her chin she wrapped her arms around them as a protective measure. 

"What are you doing?"

In his eyes she thought she saw anger, or lust, or maybe both.

"You do not hide your body from me." 

He looked beautiful, but dangerous. Assailed by the smell of his shower gel, that familiar musky fragrance, she felt arousal bloom in her stomach, despite herself. She blinked, trying to sweep away her bodies involuntary reaction so she could focus on what had just happened.

How dare he? What right did he have to dictate what she could and couldn't do? Anger flared up inside her.

But before she had the chance to reply he was on top of her, kissing her ravenously, pinning her to the bed. 

Her head was spinning; she was too aroused to think

He pulled back, and she noticed a feral possessive look in his eyes.

"You never hide your self from me." He reiterated.

"You can't tell me what to do." 

She'd just woken up, it was too early and now not only was she trying to fathom the reason behind his unexpected mood swing, but also her own confusing reaction to it. He was behaving like he owned her.

Already he had her by the wrists, he was pinning them above her head, forcing her knees apart with his body. The towel was gone, she had no idea where but what she did know is they were both completely naked. She looked down to be confronted with his erection; angry and red, it was jutting towards her. It seemed like an embodiment of his mood. When she tried to wriggle out from beneath him and he growled. 

Pressing his body against her, he kissed her forcefully. Pushing her back so she was lying down instead of sitting up. Suddenly he was only holding her wrists with one hand, with the other he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck.

He dragged his lips down the exposed flesh of her throat, as he headed further down towards her breasts he was forced to release her wrists again. With her newly free hands she grabbed his head and forced him to face her. They were both breathing hard. He stilled then and they looked at each for a moment. 

"I need to have you." 

"Stephano, we..."

"Now," He growled.

And then he was kissing her again, pressing himself into her, grinding his hips against hers until she was panting, writhing, keening with frustration. Her hands slid down his sides and she gripped his hips her fingers digging into the muscular curve of his arse.

As he thrust into her with one firm unrelenting action she made a sound, which was a cross between a moan and a gasp.

He possessed her, filling her completely. He was on top of her, using his body weight to pin her to the bed. Involuntarily she clenched around him, and he groaned as he began to move inside of her with a fierceness that stunned her. He was wilder, more aggressive. The look in his eyes was one of uncontrolled desire and despite herself it was really turning her on. He gripped her face in both his hands, and caught her lower lip in both of his and bit. She whimpered with pain-laced desire and again she heard a returning growl as it erupted from his chest.

He was pounding into her unrelentingly, grinding his hips against hers, she felt like she was riding the crest of a wave towards an orgasm, she clung to him as she began to... 

...and suddenly he'd pulled out of her. She felt his absence keenly. She vaguely registered the frustrated whimper that escaped her own lips as he withdrew. 

Grabbing his cock he fisted it a few times and then he was ejaculating, ropes of semen flew from the head and fell on her, coating her breasts and her stomach. 

He roared as he came, collapsing on top of her. She lay beneath him, sticky, crushed beneath his weight, attempting but failing to catch her breath. 

She was trying to work out what had just happened, trying to make sense of how she felt about it. She was still angry with him for behaving as though her body belonged to him, yet she was frustratingly aroused. Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized he was nuzzling her neck with his nose. She could feel his breath on her throat.

He sat back, increasing the distance between them and his gaze travelled possessively over her torso, taking in the evidence of his orgasm as it glistened on her skin. She looked at his face and their eyes met, but she couldn't read the expression that she found there. 

Gripping her waist and pulling her with him, he rolled onto his side. They were facing each other as he stared at her searchingly, still breathing heavily. Everything about him was so intense, she thought as he kissed her gently, touching her face. She thought she could see a silent apology in his eyes but he didn't speak and she wasn't sure. She needed to be alone, to try and make sense of what had just happened without this overwhelming desire for him distracting her. 

She got up and without looking back at him she mumbled, "I have to go.." As she wandered dazedly into the bathroom. 

She climbed into the shower to clean the evidence of his orgasm away. She leaned against the tiled wall, closing her eyes as she waited for her breathing to return to normal. She was grateful for the warm water as it washed over her. She welcomed the physical sensation, even though it starkly contrasted with the numbness that was creeping through her mind.

Turning to face the faucet and the selection of products on the shelf, she picked up a bottle of shampoo and stared at it absently. She still wasn't sure how she felt. She sighed to herself. She would wash her hair, finish her shower and then she would leave. She needed some time to think about all of this. Time away from him, and the confusing effect he had on her emotions, before she had to pick up Sophia. 

Suddenly she heard the catch on the shower door and she spun round to find him stepping into the shower with her. She gazed up at his face, as he towered over her. She took a step back only to hit the wall. His expression was predatory as he dropped to his knees and she couldn't help but cry out at the unexpected sensation as he hungrily caught her sex in his mouth.

He enveloped her clitoris and gently closed his teeth over it. As she looked down at the top of his head she was transported back to the first time they met.

Immediately his hands were gripping her buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh harshly. She found her self pressed against the tiled wall. She was so aroused she was finding increasingly it difficult to think straight. He ran his hands down the backs of her thighs and he lifted one of her knees and maneuvering his shoulder under her thigh. As he lifted her she could feel herself sliding up the wet tiles. Her remaining foot was only just still touching the floor if she stood on the tips of her toes. She moaned and in answer she heard an appreciative groan. 

His hands were round her waist, he was pinning her to the wall, dragging his teeth over her clitoris over and over driving her pleasure on and on. She felt so sensitive it was almost unbearable; she was so close, so close. She started to tremble and then she tensed, tilting her hips towards him she tilted her hips towards him, pressing herself into his face. Excruciatingly slowly he sunk fingers into her sex and that was it, that was all it took. She came, spectacularly as the warm water cascaded over her. She grabbed clumps of his hair in her fists and clutched at him desperately crying his name as he continued to lathe his tongue against her unrelentingly, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. 

He stood, and caught her, his hands under her arms as she sagged, still trying to catch her breath. He picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom as though she hardly weighed a thing. Immediately he climbed on top of her caging her with his body he kissed her face again and again. 

Cold droplets of water fell from him hitting her skin causing tiny shocks to reverberate through her, adding to the turbulent mixture of sensations that her body was already trying and failing to process. 

He was hard again already. Fleetingly she wondered at his stamina. Poised at her entrance he stopped and watched her, his gaze questioning. She nodded her acceptance he slid into her achingly slowly.

He began to move inside of her, slowly at first and hardly at all, just a gentle shift of his pelvis. Andrea closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trailing her hands along his torso and waist, exploring his body in a way she realised she hadn't had the opportunity to before. Stephano had always been very much in charge during their lovemaking, always the one in control. Now he was meeker, gentler, more open to her exploration.

She wasn't sure she would come again so soon, especially after the morning's events, but she did. Her orgasm crept up on her slowly, but was no less intense for it. As he climaxed, he buried his face in her shoulder and held on to her tightly. She was starting to wonder if he was ever going to let her go when finally he did.

Afterwards they lay facing each other as a weighty silence stretched out between them. He reached up and touched her face. 

"Andrea. Forgive me?" He asked as he gazed at her plaintively.

She pursed her lips and studied his face. He looked vulnerable, younger somehow. 

"You can't just say things like that Stephano, that's not how it works." She said wearily. "I'm not an object. You don't own me."

"I know that, I'm sorry, I just..." An anguished expression flickered across his face. 

She waited as the sentence hung unfinished between them.

"You just what?" 

Unexpectedly, anger welled up inside her and her voice sounded harsher than she'd meant for it to but she didn't care. 

"I did something you didn't like so you retaliated with brute force, with no regard for what I wanted?"

He watched her, nervously. She sat up and started to climb out of the bed

"I'm going to go now, I need time to think about this, I want to be on my own." 

"Don't leave, please." He sounded panicked. "I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me. I...Sometimes I find it so hard to control myself when I'm around you." 

She eyed him suspiciously as he carried on speaking, the words coming out in a rush. 

"I was in the shower, all I could think about was you, waking you up, making love to you. Then when I came out and you covered your self like that I thought you didn't want me, that you'd changed your mind about us, that you would leave and I... I didn't want you to leave." He finished, brokenly.

"Why would I have left?" She asked rhetorically, bewildered at how on earth he'd reached that conclusion. 

"I'm just not used to women denying me in any way. I find it infuriating and I find it arousing." He frowned then, a tortured baffled frown; like he was struggling to understand this reaction himself.

"I'm not one of those women. I am not denying you, but I'm not going to just do what you want all the time." 

"I know, and I don't want that,"

She nodded, but she still didn't feel like she could entirely make sense of what had happened; she still felt she needed to be alone to think about it.

She didn't want to get back into the shower again, even though she needed to. She walked out of the bedroom, trying to remember where she'd left her over night bag, so she could get dressed.

"Andrea," 

She turned to face him, 

"Don't go, please. I feel like if you walk out of here now I am never going to see you again."

She paused at that. He had a point, that might very well be what happened. This felt like a bit of a make or break moment. She sighed, maybe she should stay, resist the urge she had to withdraw from him.

He approached her carefully, placing his hand on her face. "I know I don't want that. And I think, I hope you don't want that either. Do not go, not like this."

"Okay, I'll stay."

He grinned, relief etched across his features. He took her in his arms and kissed her lingeringly on the mouth, he gazed into her eyes for an interminable amount of time until gently he said.

"Thank you."

Over breakfast he asked what she was doing that day.

"I have to go to Brighton this afternoon, to pick up Sophia."

"Where is Brighton?"

She could see where this was going. Sighing, she braced herself. "It's a town on the south coast."

"I can take you?"

Despite expecting him to ask this, she still panicked. She wasn't ready to allow him any further into her life. She wasn't ready to introduce him to Sophia, not yet.

"I can catch a train, it's a long way for you to drive..."

"Andrea," He interrupted, taking her face in his hands, and cupping her jaw, he lifted it so she was forced to look up at him. "I understand that you don't want me to meet them. I don't like it but I understand. I haven't given you much reason to trust me. We can spend the day there and I can take you the house and drop you off." 

She opened her mouth to reply and then closed it again. How unexpectedly insightful of him, she thought to herself.

"I've never been." He added. "I'd like to see it." He eyed her cautiously.

She brightened. "Okay, we can go for a walk on the beach."

As they headed down to Brighton, Stephano explained that he only used a driver in London, when he was busy and he didn't have time to look for places to park. He preferred to do his own driving when he could. 

Even watching him drive was sexy, she thought. The way he handled the car was smoothly confident and efficient. 

They had lunch on sea front and then walked along the beach, the day was overcast and blustery, but it was quiet. Although the lights twinkled a little forlornly, the pier was still open for business as usual, despite the lack of customers.

On the pier Andrea saw a big soft toy and without thinking she cried, "Oh! Sophia would love that, she's crazy about leopards."

Stephano bought a game and picked up the air rifle. After briefly examining it he took the shot; it was the perfect bull's-eye, and the man in the kiosk was clearly taken a back. 

"Well, I can tell you've done this before." He said to Stephano as he handed Andrea the large stuffed toy. 

She looked at him speculatively; the guy was clearly surprised too. He was very proficient with that air rifle. Looking up at his face, she remembered the knife he used the first time they met to cut away her underwear, and Connie's comment about him being from southern Italy and the Mafia. He looked uncomfortable as he met her gaze.

They walked to the end of the pier. Leaning over the railing, they watched the waves crash into the pillars holding them up. It started to rain; a light, mist-like rain, the kind that you think will be okay until suddenly you're soaked through. 

"We should go back to the car." He suggested, breaking the silence.

"We can come back in the summer." She told him without thinking. Hoping he hadn't noticed the implication in her comment, she stole a glance up at him.

He was looking at her strangely, but again she couldn't read his expression. He took her hand in his and they walked back along the beach.

"Stephano?"

"Yes?"

Tell me, what you do? I feel like I don't know anything about you. Why are you here? In this country?" 

"I came here to see you."

"No," She felt cross. Why was he being so elusive? "I mean why were you staying in the hotel when we met."

His eyes darkened. She would have been sure a cloud had passed over the sun, except it was already cloudy.

"Investments. I wanted to invest some money."

"What kind of money? Where did it come from?"

She watched his face, he was frowning; he seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle. 

She took a deep breath. Time to tackle this head on, if that's what it was going to take to get a straight answer from him.

"Stephano, are you involved with the mafia?"

He sighed. "Not exactly, no."

She frowned. He looked nervous. "What do you mean?"

"I'm involved in another organisation called the 'Ndrangheta." 

"I've never heard of them."

"Very few people have, which is ironic; they're much bigger than the mafia, and far more successful." 

And so he told her about his family, and their links with the 'Ndrangheta. About trying to leave it behind and how hard it was. 

"I was born into it, my father and my uncle are very high up. You can't ever leave, not really. I've as good as, though. I'm lucky; I have two older brothers, they are happy to be involved. I don't see much of them, but they do call on me to wash their money sometimes."

"Sorry?"

"Money laundering, I'm in finance so I am in a good position to do it. That is why I came here."

"Do they pay you?"

"No, I make my own money, but my education, my start in life, it came from them. I can't deny that. I am who I am because of them, I never wanted for anything when I was growing up. I owe them. They'll never let me forget that. And I know a lot about them. They didn't want me to talk so they like to keep me close." He was frowning as he spoke, he seemed a bit angry but resigned too. 

She'd always suspected, so why was it such a shock now he'd told her? 




The Maid Ch. 05



He looked nervous so she decided to ask him about something else. She needed time to think about all of this before she returned to the subject. 

"Do you have any children?"

"No. I was married once, not for long. It was a mistake. We were very young. It didn't work out; she met someone else. They're happy. They have children now." He was looking wistfully towards the sea as they reached the car.

He dropped her at the house after their walk on the beach. Brighton was such a small town that they arrived in no time at all.

As they pulled up on the road that Joe's parents lived on, she looked up at their flat. They had in the two top stories of a large old Victorian terraced house. Stephano opened the door for her and she climbed out of the car. He pulls her towards him and assertively kissed her on the mouth. She felt herself being pulled under by her desire again.

"I can see you again soon?" He asked, as he gazed intently into her eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that," She replied. He smiled at her, clearly relieved.

Reluctantly she began to disentangle herself.

As she walked up the stairs to the front door, she pondered, she had a lot to think about. Should she carry on being involved with him? She felt unexpected surge of confused emotions at the prospect of finishing this thing they had. She remembered Connie's advice about keeping this on her terms but she was finding it hard to keep him at arms length...

She rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no answer. She wandered back down the stairs so she could look up at the window. Where were they?

She was standing on the pavement feeling puzzled when she heard his voice.

"Are you okay?"

She jumped, startled and spun round. Why was he still here?

He took her hands in his; he looked concerned.

"What's the matter? Is everything okay?"

Warring between wanting him to leave and feeling worried about the unexpected absence of Sophia, she shook her head. "No, they're not answering. I wonder where they are? Perhaps they've popped out to the shop."

She took out her phone and rang Eleanor's mobile. There was no answer; she tried the landline. 

He was still there. Why was he still there? She wasn't sure what to do.

Sophie picked up almost immediately and Andrea exhaled. She hadn't realised she'd been holding her breath, but Sophia sounded wobbly.

"Sophia? Are you okay? Where is Grandma?" 

"Mummy, Mummy! She won't wake up and now the kitchens on fire and I can't open the door!" 

Reaching forward, Andrea grasped Stephano's shirt in a bid to anchor herself as wave of panic washed over her.

Did she just say fire? This was too much information to process at once. For a moment Andrea wondered if it was Sophia's overactive imagination, but regardless, she could tell by her voice that her daughter was very frightened. She ran back up the stairs and rang the bottom bell and banged on the door. No answer, the downstairs neighbours must be out, she thought frantically.

"Stephano, could you phone the fire brigade? Sophie, you need to come and open the door, it's very dangerous in there."

"But mummy I... I can't open the door." 

Sophia's voice was climbing to a higher and higher pitch as she reached the end of the sentence. Andrea was desperately trying to stay calm her self but she could feel the panic rising in her too.

Stephano was speaking on the phone, carefully explaining there was a child and an unconscious woman trapped in a building, which was on fire. Her child. She started to wonder if maybe this was all just a horrible nightmare, maybe she was going to wake up soon.

"Which door can't you open sweetie?" 

"The kitchen door, I can't get it open, I don't know why it wont open." Sophia was crying now, taking great shuddering breaths and Andrea was beginning to find it hard to understand what she was saying. 

"Mummy I'm scared!" She wailed.

Andrea could hear someone telling Stephano the address, which he then relayed to the fire brigade down the phone.

"Honey, where is grandma?"

She's on the floor in the kitchen, she won't wake up. Mummy, I don't know what to do." Sophia started to cough and Andrea's almost resolve broke then, she could feel her self starting to tremble, and it was all she could do to stop the tears from falling. She began to pace aimlessly back and forth, desperate to do something. 

"Honey its going to be ok, we're going to get you out of there." She told Sophia as calmly as she could manage, but she knew she sounded as terrified as she felt. She was hoping Sophia hasn't noticed, although she doubted it.

Suddenly Stephano was holding her by both shoulders, forcing her to stop pacing. He wasn't on the phone anymore.

"The fire brigade are coming," He told her, looking into her eyes. "I'm going in. Tell her to lie down, they said that the smoke will rise, she needs to get as low as she can. Where is the kitchen?" 

"It's at the back of the house," she replied pointing up to a second floor window. "Just across the hall."

She looked around, a small crowd of worried looking passers by had stopped and were standing around looking at the building, making concerned noises. She looked back up at the window and realised suddenly that Stephano had somehow managed scale the front of the building, using the cornicing around the door and framing the window to gain purchase. She watched open mouthed, it was like he'd transformed into some kind of animal. Someone put a sympathetic hand on her arm but she didn't register who. Fear for his safety but intense relief that he was going to Sophia were warring in her mind. She realised he wasn't wearing any shoes. Looking down she noticed that they were sitting neatly together on the doorstep with his socks

Distant sirens could be heard, but they seemed so far away. Would they get there in time? She wondered, then she heard Sophia coughing down the phone again, and she was pulled back to the present.

"Sophia, listen to mummy. Stephano is coming to get you, you need to lie down on the floor for me now okay? There is less smoke near the floor."

"Who is Stephano?" Sophia's voice sounded quiet but a little bit calmer. 

"He's a friend of mine honey, he's going to help you."

"Okay." Sophia replied in a small voice.

She looked up again; somehow Stephano had managed to slide the window open and was climbing into the building, black smoke was billowing out.

Almost simultaneously she can hear excited relief from Sophia. "Mummy, Mummy the door is opening, there's a man here!"

She heard the phone drop then there was silence. After an agonizing moment, the front door opened to reveal Stephano carrying Sophia, looking every bit like a dashing prince charming come to save the day. A collective cry of relief came from the small crowd that had gathered.

Sophia was coughing as Andrea dashed up the stairs.Sophia reached for her, and he handed her over and she wrapped her arms around Andrea's neck. 

"She had fallen by the door, wedging it shut, but I managed to push her out of the way."

Instinctively, Andrea knew he was referring to Eleanor.

Sophia smelled strongly of smoke. Andrea could see the tracks of her tears as they cut clean lines down her slightly blackened face. She held on to her daughter tightly, tighter than she'd ever held her.

Gratefully she looked up to thank Stephano, but he'd already disappeared back into the house. She remembered then that she hadn't called Eleanor's husband John. Where could he be? He probably didn't know anything about all this. She pulled her phone out of her pocket again.

Suddenly the street was filled with the sound of sirens as a fire engine pulled up and a troop of firemen jumped out, closely followed by an ambulance. 

She watched as several firemen dashed into the house. When they returned a short time later with a still unconscious Eleanor, there was a stretcher ready. 

Sophia started crying then. "Mummy, is Grandma going to be okay?"

"I don't know sweetheart, I don't know"

Stephano sat on the steps while a paramedic checked him over, as more firemen carrying equipment returned back into the house.

John's Volkswagen Polo screeched to a halt outside the house and John emerged looking like he's aged about five years.

"Oh God, John I'm so sorry I meant to ring you!"

"Its okay love, I did. You had other things to think about."

Andrea recognised John and Eleanor's next-door neighbour Mrs. Smith, she was suddenly very grateful for her calming presence.

"Thank you." She gave her a teary smile.

"We're going to take Mrs. Gibson to the hospital now." A paramedic was telling John. "You can travel in the ambulance with her if you like, Mr. Gibson."

John nodded.

A paramedic examined Sophia.

"We'd like to take a better look at Sophia too, you can travel in the ambulance if you like or you can follow in your car."

"We'll take our car." Stephano replied and already he was ushering them both over to the vehicle and opening the back door. Andrea was grateful for his presence and his decisiveness.

She clambered into the back with Sophia, who immediately found the stuffed snow leopard and her squeal of excitement was deafening. Andrea caught Stephano's reflection in the rear view mirror. He looked extremely pleased with himself. She strapped Sophia into her seatbelt and the car pulled away.

When they arrived at the hospital they learned that Eleanor has been transferred to a ward on the top floor, she was conscious and doing well. Paediatrics sent them down to the x-ray department in the basement. 

"We'd like to give Sophia a chest x-ray," A doctor explained. "We think she was inhaling the smoke for a very short period of time so we're fairly confident that there will be no serious damage, but we'd like to take a look to be sure." The team disappeared into the x-ray room with Sophia, leaving Stephano and Andrea alone for the first time.

They waited in the doorway; with 'Dora' the snow leopard. Sophia had been reluctant to part with her new toy even for the short time it would take to do the x-ray. Andrea sagged with exhaustion and Stephano pulled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her. She rested her head against his chest, taking solace from his strength.

Sobs forced their way out of her from her chest where they'd been waiting to erupt for goodness knows how long. Once they'd started she couldn't seem to stop them. He cupped her face in his hands, brushing a tear away with his thumb.

"She is going to be okay."

"But what would have happened if you hadn't been there?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"But I was there, and even if I hadn't of been you would have found a way."

The x-ray was finished and Sophia was returned to them. They sprang apart guiltily. They loitered briefly in the waiting room until a paediatrician could be found to speak them. He showed them the x-ray, everything seemed to be ok.

"You can go home now, take her to see her GP if she starts coughing or there is any dizziness." The doctor explained.

He crouched down so he could speak directly to Sophia. 

"You'll need to take a few days off school and no games for a week."

He looked back up at Andrea and Stephano. 

"We can't see any damage but she needs to avoid exerting herself for a week or so in case her lungs need to do any repair." 

Andrea nodded, "I understand."

Sophia interrupted with a wail "No football!" She looked more upset by this than anything else that had happened so far that day.

"It's not forever honey." 

The doctor squatted down to Sophia's level again and rested a hand on her arm. Looking into her eyes he said seriously "You're a very lucky girl and your Daddy is a very brave man." He took a breath and was about to carry on with his pep talk when Sophia interrupted. 

"He's not my daddy." She informed him earnestly shaking her head.

Andrea was mortified. Stephano quickly schooled his features so his face remained carefully impassive. The doctor looked very embarrassed and he apologised profusely.

Afterwards, they headed up to the top floor to see how Eleanor was doing.

"Andi! Is Sophia okay? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I feel so awful. Imagine what could have happened?" Eleanor had managed to sit up and was frantically pulling Sophia into her arms. Andrea found herself worrying that Eleanor was overexerting herself.

"They say my blood sugar levels had dropped too low. I didn't eat lunch. They think I have a type of diabetes but they're not sure which kind, they need to do more tests."

Then John spoke.

"The fire brigade said it was the chip pan, that started the fire."

Stephano's phone rang and he wandered into the corridor to take the call.

"Well, he's good in a crisis, your fella." John added.

"Yes." she nodded slowly. They were very lucky, despite what Stephano had said earlier she didn't want to think about how different things might have been if he hadn't been there. Suddenly Sophia interrupted.

"Mummy I'm hungry."

Of course Sophia was hungry, dinner was well overdue and she'd completely forgotten about food with everything that had happened.

"Okay, you wait here with grandma and grandpa, I'll pop down to the canteen and get you a sandwich. Does anyone else want anything?"

No one did, and she realised she didn't feel that hungry either.

"I'll come with you." Stephano said as he followed her out of the ward.

As soon as they were off the ward and out of sight he pulled her into his arms and asked quietly into the shell of her ear.

"Is there anyone apart from me who calls you Andrea?"

His voice sounded softly menacing so cautiously she looked up at his face, he wasn't smiling but she thought she could see mild amusement dancing in his eyes. 

"My mum calls me Andrea sometimes." She answered in a small voice. "Well," She added thoughtfully. "She does when she's cross with me." 

He laughed softly and kissed her on the mouth. Then they carried on down to the canteen.

Soon Sophia was digging into a cheese and tomato roll that was almost as big as her head when Eleanor said. 

"We'll have to have you both over for dinner one day soon!" 

Stephano was all nods and polite smiles, but Andrea cringed inwardly. She knew it was their way of saying thank you, letting Stephano know that they were happy about his presence in Sophia and Andrea's lives but this was all moving very quickly and she was still reeling after the fire.

He drove them home and Andrea left Stephano in her kitchen as she put Sophia to bed.

Sophia was tucked up in bed teeth brushed, smoke and grime washed away, pyjamas on when she announced that she wanted to say goodnight to Stephano.

Andrea found him sitting at the table, looking too big in her tiny kitchen. He looked up and gave her a tired, lopsided smile. Shyly she answered it with one of her own; she was still getting used to a smiling Stephano. 

"Sophia wants to say good night to you." She said, quietly biting her lip. 

"That's fine, I'll be right back."

He'd been in there for a while; she paced around the kitchen nervously. She looked around, at the pile of laundry waiting to be ironed, the dishes on the draining board. Her kitchen seemed too small, too scruffy after the opulence she associated with him. She felt weird so she went to stand outside Sophia's room. The door was ajar. She peeped inside, she could see Sophia propped in bed surrounded by teddies. Her arms were wrapped around her new snow leopard; it was nearly as big as she was. She was explaining who they all were to Stephano, telling him their names, when quite suddenly she changed direction entirely.

"Are you and my mummy going to get married?"

The sound Stephano made in response was like a cross between a strangled laugh and a cough. "Well, I haven't asked her."

"Are you going to?"

He was laughing. "We will see."

Andrea leaned against the wall and squeezing her eyes closed she buried her face in her hands. Oh God, she felt like she couldn't take any more. Her head might explode if anything happened to test her emotional stamina further this evening. She just wanted the ground to swallow her up. She tuned back into the conversation and realised he was saying goodnight and standing up. She dashed back in the kitchen. Sitting hurriedly sat back down at the table, desperately hoping he wouldn't realise she'd been eavesdropping.

He sat down too and leaning across the table, he touched her hand.

"I will go now."

She nodded. The idea filled her with sorrow, she didn't want him to leave but he was right, he should go. After a day like this Sophia didn't need the added complication of processing what it might mean if she found Stephano still there when she woke up in the morning.

Wearily she stood and led him to the front door, he leaned down and kissed her chastely on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his hair, returning his kiss with a fervoured desperation. He captured her waist in his hands and pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers. She inhaled his scent, she could feel his erection through their clothes and a hunger flared up inside her she hadn't realised was hovering just below the surface. She didn't want him to leave. 

"Stay?" She whispered, the word had somehow managed to escape her lips before she had time to stop it.

Drawing away he looked down at her, his expression quizzical.

"Don't go, please." She felt rattled and she wanted him to hold her. She wanted to fall asleep in his arms again. 

"You are sure?"

She nodded, "I know we shouldn't but I don't want to be alone, not after everything that's happened." 

He smiled at her, his eyes burning with anticipation.

Suddenly she remembered the state of her room and she almost asked him to leave after all but instead she led him back to the kitchen and told him to wait. She frantically crammed discarded clothes back into the wardrobe until she could at least see the bedroom floor again. Thank goodness she remembered before taking him to bed.

They had rushed, quiet sex. As they both climaxed he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her moans of pleasure as though they were manna from heaven. Afterwards she felt exhausted and he held her in his arms, stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up again in the night to the sensation of his erection pressing into the small of her back; he was insatiable. She could tell by the light that it was just before dawn. He was gently kissing her neck. Pressing his chest against her back and gripping her hips he pulled her towards him. It wasn't too long before he had penetrated her again. What followed was slow, lazy, half asleep sex, she wasn't sure if she was even fully awake. As she felt her arousal build as a roaming hand crept down her stomach and found her sex. He rubbed her clitoris in time with his thrusts. It wasn't too long before she felt herself spiraling towards a heady breathless climax.

Afterwards she lay in his arms, and as she drifted back to sleep he whispered sweet nothings to her in Italian between gentle kisses. She didn't understand the words but she had an idea of their meaning. 

-

She woke again, to find him gone. She got up and wandered to Sophia's room. She was standing in the doorway watching her face as she slept when the doorbell rang. Instantaneously Sophia's startlingly blue eyes popped open.

"Who is it Mummy?" Sophia jumped out of bed. Again, the moment she woke, she had bags of energy. "Can I answer it?"

"No, we don't know who it is," But she could guess. "And I need to put some more clothes on first."

She pulled on her robe and wandered out into the hallway; Sophia was already excitedly opening the front door.

"Sophia!" She said crossly. "You never listen to me, I told you to wait." 




The Maid Ch. 06



Can I just say my editors rock, thanks to MisterNik and VMC312 for really going the extra distance on this, I've exchanged so many emails with them both these last few days. 

For this installment Literotica author Always_Yes has played a cameo role as beta reader, and her input has also been extremely useful. In the unlikely event you haven't already read her stuff you should, it's awesome. 

Again I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update, I shall endeavour to be more timely in the future.

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It was Friday, and after work Andrea was flying to Milan to spend the weekend with Stephano. She was both excited and anxious: it was the longest time she had gone without seeing him - nearly a month, she was missing him more than she cared to admit. She didn't like missing him; it made her feel vulnerable. 

Sophia was spending the weekend with Andrea's mum Delores, who was picking her up from school. Her parents had split up when she was about the same age as Sophia was now. Despite this Andrea had always felt a tacit disapproval from her mother about what had happened between her and Sophia's father Joe. As though somehow it was her fault that he'd left, and if she had been a better girlfriend, more devoted to him, then he would never have started using drugs. But they had never talked about it, and although Andrea sometimes resented her, she also understood the underlying reasons behind it. Over the years she had grown to appreciate how much her mum was a victim of her own strict upbringing; a very traditional Catholic family in a tiny Spanish village. Her mother was supportive in other ways: she'd been happy to look after Sophia when Andrea initially began working part time again.

So although Andi didn't feel entirely comfortable about asking her mother to look after Sophia so she could go and spend the weekend in Milan with a man, she felt more comfortable doing that than taking Sophia with her. She wanted to spend more time getting to know Stephano before she would consider inviting him to become a more regular fixture in Sophia's life.

The day dragged by slowly, probably because she was nervous and distracted. It wasn't the first time Andrea had left Sophia overnight, not by any stretch, but she was worried about being so far away from her. She was worried that if something happened she wouldn't be able to get back to her quickly enough. She was still nervous after the fire. 

It had been almost a month. Although their time together had sometimes been fleeting, they'd never gone this long without seeing each other. Recently he'd been too busy with work in Milan to come to London even briefly. She still wasn't sure what he did exactly, something in finance. They hadn't talked about it again since that day on the beach. It hardly mattered anymore, it wouldn't change anything. She trusted him. She still felt a surge of fear and gratitude every time she remembered that day. 

Andrea hadn't flown very often, and when she had it had always been with a budget airline. This time she was flying with BA. Stephano had paid for the flight, something she had initially refused but she couldn't afford to spend that sort of money. He reasoned that they could only see each other if she came to him and she couldn't argue with that. 

She'd bought some new clothes, although she couldn't really afford those either. As she sat on the plane, she worried about them not being appropriate; she couldn't afford to buy designer labels, she worried about not being able to meet his expectations, she worried about all of it. 

As the plane started to descend, Andi felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter even more. The older lady sitting next to her noticed her obvious anxiety but mistook it for fear of flying and took her hand, smiling reassuringly. 

"I hate landing, too."

She smiled gratefully back at the woman even though she was way off the mark Andrea was still comforted by the gesture. 

He was waiting by the arrivals gate. Her breath caught in her throat when she caught sight of him. He seemed impossibly good looking, more handsome even than her memories of him. She could see, even from a distance, a familiar intensity in his eyes as he watched her approach.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to wait ages for my luggage." She said, when she was close enough to be heard. She was babbling, but he didn't seem register her words, he was just staring at her fixedly. 

He strode determinedly towards her. Taking her bag and resting it on the ground beside them, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him, kissing her urgently, pressing himself up against her. She needed to stand on her toes to meet his lips as her hands travelled upwards, clutching handfuls of his hair. She was assailed by the familiar scent of him, and desire tore through her like a freight train. Momentarily she lost all awareness of her surroundings as she was just swept away by him and the havoc he was wreaking on her hormones. 

Eventually reality started to creep back in, she pulled back and glanced around the busy airport nervously. As she had feared people were watching their reunion, mostly with bemused expressions. As she felt a predictable blush creep across her skin she tried to convince herself that it didn't matter, that she was never going to see any of these people again.

Seeming to read her thoughts, he picked up her bag and grabbed her by the hand, leading her to his car. It was a red convertible. Small, nippy, and different as could be from the sleek black vehicle she had grown used to seeing him with in London. It seemed frivolous and boyish in comparison. She climbed in and he handed her the baseball cap that was sitting on the dashboard.

"For your hair." 

She grinned at him shyly as she pulled it on.

She tried to take in her surroundings as they travelled through the city but the air between them seemed electric. His close proximity in the tiny car was distracting, and his arm brushed her whenever he shifted gears. Watching him drive was so very erotic; he handled the car with supreme confidence. His control was absolute - with every touch, the car responded swiftly to his command. She was so desperate for him right then that she would have found anything he did sexy. He seemed to be completely lost in driving, completely focused on the road. She felt an unwelcome tinge of self-doubt.

Milan was much bigger than she'd imagined and it felt to her like they were driving towards the centre. Finally they reached a big modern apartment block overlooking a canal, pulling into an underground car park beneath the building. As they travelled up in the lift he stood distractingly close to her; close but not touching, staring straight ahead silently. They reached the very top of the building before the doors finally opened.

She wasn't sure what she had been expecting when they arrived, but it was a surprisingly modest apartment. The open plan living space was larger than her entire flat, but it wasn't ostentatious. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the huge windows that spanned an entire wall and the balcony beyond them with a small table, and the view, the unbelievable view.

She wandered forwards, captivated by the spectacular city spread out below them. She could see a cathedral, big and imposing as it dominated the skyline. Beneath them was the canal she'd briefly spotted earlier, its banks dotted with little bars, restaurants, and shops. 

He was watching her intently, trying to gage her reaction.

"Do you like it?" He asked. 

She looked around her, at the interior again. "It's beautiful!" She replied. It was all she could manage.

He grinned, and suddenly he was sweeping her up into his arms, spinning her around, kissing her over and over again.

"I want you to be happy here." Suddenly, he frowned as he lowered her gently back onto her feet. "Would you like something to drink, a shower maybe after your journey?" 

"I'd like to call Sophia to say goodnight and let them know I've arrived safely, and yes, a shower would be lovely."

He led her through to the master bedroom and then on to an en-suite bathroom. 

"There is a phone by the bed and towels on the countertop. I have booked us a table at a local restaurant, I hope you're not too tired after your journey? I think you will like it." He gave her an uncharacteristic kiss on her nose before closing the door behind him.

She was alone. After a quick phone call to Sophia, she turned on the water and gratefully peeled her clothes off. After a quick but refreshing shower Andrea discovered her bag had been left just inside door in the bedroom. She smiled to herself as she lifted it onto the bed and took out her new dress.

She smoothed down the sides, looking cautiously at her reflection in the large mirror. It had seemed like such a good idea in the shop, and Tracey was very enthusiastic when she had showed it to her after she'd bought it. Now, she wasn't so sure. It was black, clingy, and very short; much shorter than something she would usually wear. Not really the sort of thing she would've had the chance to wear before she met Stephano. 

Silently she slipped out of the bedroom and back out into the lounge. Hovering by the bedroom door, she spotted Stephano sitting on the large L-shaped leather sofa. His eyes blazed as they roamed over her, drinking in her appearance and causing her to squirm. She noticed he was holding a glass of wine, and there was another on the pristine glass coffee table beside him. Their eyes met and she suddenly felt a reckless urge to snatch it up and drink all of it in one gulp.

The sun had set while she was in the shower, transforming the scene in front of her. Although the sky had turned cobalt blue, the fiery red sunset bathed the room in a delightful orange hue. She turned and stared out of the window, the glass of wine suddenly forgotten.

His hands snaked around her waist and he pressed his chest up against her back. He handed her the glass of wine and she wondered how had he managed to get so close without her noticing. She felt the warmth of desire pooling in her stomach, and she sighed. He swept her hair off a shoulder and spoke against her, his lips tickling her skin.

"You so look beautiful I want to eat you." The desire in his voice dripped from every syllable like honey.

Taking a fortifying gulp of wine, she spun around and faced him. He kissed her hungrily, holding her waist possessively in his hands. Suddenly the desire that had been lurking beneath the surface surged through her, dominating her emotions.

Backing her against a counter he lifted her up, perching her on the countertop. His lips grazed the sensitive skin on her chest as he stood between her parted legs. She heard a rough grating sound erupt from his throat before he gently pushed her back until her elbows propped her up against the cold marble. She wondered fleetingly where she could put her wine but he seemed to have anticipated the problem, and taking the glass from her he placed it down on a surface near by. He took hold of her ankles and pushed her knees up. Pressing himself against her, his hands gripped her waist and he pushed the fabric of her dress upwards. She could feel it dragging up her thighs, exposing her. His eyes swept over her body, glittering with desire and hunger. 

They were going to have sex, she realised. Right here, on this counter. Turning her head, she caught their reflection in the glass of the window and somehow it added to the illicitness of the situation. A shiver of arousal rippled through her as his hand travelled up her thigh and disappeared under her skirt. She sighed as he found her pants, his fingers wrapping around them and starting to tug. Her eyes flew open. He was grinning down at her, his eyes glittering with wicked intent. Suddenly, she panicked and grabbed his wrist. 

"Stephano..." 

At the challenge he growled again, his eyes raking over her possessively, and trapped beneath him she felt like his prey.

Yanking his hand out of her grip he grabbed her by the jaw and pressed her against counter again, forcing her off of her elbows and onto her back. Grinding his pelvis against hers, he ran his other hand up her thigh, sliding his fingers under her knickers to flick her clitoris. She arched her back, wantonly groaning his name. 

All thoughts of her underwear slipped away. She no longer cared that he might rip it off her; in the moment all she could think about was him and how much she wanted him, nothing else mattered. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her, kissing him fervently as she rutted against him. Suddenly it was him that was pulling back. 

"Stephano, please, I need you."

"We have to go."

He was smiling wickedly as he lifted her upright and placed her gently back on her feet. She frowned at him, and he was clearly enjoying seeing her frustration. He kissed her on the brow and she scowled even more. As he stepped back she felt his absence so keenly it almost hurt.

Back on her feet she felt unsteady, and frustratingly aroused. Nervously she put one foot in front of the other. She really wasn't sure walking was something she could manage. She was almost at the door when she stumbled. Immediately he grabbed her, again pressing himself against her. Pushing her up against the wall he reached down between them and cupped her mound. She closed her eyes and groaned as another wave of debilitating arousal swept through her. When her head finally cleared she realised he was speaking into her hair.

"It was very hard for me to leave you alone while you were in the shower. I want you so much right now, but we have to go. The restaurant is very popular, if we're late we may lose our table." 

Then he was kissing her again, pressing her up against the wall as she struggled not to melt into a heap at his feet. He stepped away from her again, breathing hard and staring at her hungrily as she tried vainly to collect herself again. Leaving the apartment, as they waited for the lift to arrive. Andi's heart was hammering in her chest. It all made sense, his distantness alternating with these sudden bursts of passion; he was having the same internal battle she was, struggling with the same impossible desire. She wasn't sure how on earth she was going to get through an entire meal feeling like this. Swallowing nervously, she searched her mind for something to distract her. 

Standing in the lift, he took hold of her face, turning it to face him as he covered her in a rain of kisses. She clung to him, sure that her legs would give way, holding on for dear life as arousal unfurled in her stomach yet again. This was a different sort of arousal, gentler, not as urgent more sensuous but she still she was questioning the wisdom of going out to eat when she desperately wanted to be alone with him. 

"Maybe we could just stay at home? Order a pizza or something?"

He laughed, and the sound did strange delicious things to her insides. 

"It is my favourite restaurant in Milan. I want to take you there because they do very wonderful things with chocolate." 

As he spoke he was running his finger over her lips and the action was setting her entire face ablaze. She tried to gather her thoughts. She did love chocolate, but for a moment she was puzzled at how he knew that, until she remembered drinking hot chocolate in a café with him, back when they hardly knew each other. If the look on this face was anything to go by he was remembering it too. 

The lift reached the ground floor with a thud and he grabbed her hand, pulling her into the foyer. She blinked, struggling to regain her bearing as she was also dragged back to the present. Soon they were out in the street and he was sliding an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He looked down at her, smiling as they started to walk. He seemed so happy just then, so carefree. There was none of the intensity she usually associated with Stephano. 

She looked around city and it was buzzing with energy. It felt like it could be mistaken for London. Obviously it was warmer, but the atmosphere was different, she wasn't sure how exactly; everyone seemed younger, more sophisticated and better dressed. 

Before almost anytime at all they had arrived. From the outside it looked like a small place, but inside she quickly realised it was much larger than it seemed and very upmarket. The maître d' greeted Stephano like an old friend. 

After they were seated, Andrea looked at the menu only to discover that despite usually being able to understand written Italian quite well she recognised very little. Looking up, she discovered Stephano watching her. 

"Shall I talk you through the menu?"

She nodded.

He moved chair around the table so he was sitting behind her and looked over her shoulder. As he pointed at things and enthusiastically explained what they were, she concentrated hard, trying not to get distracted by his closeness, by the hand resting on her thigh, by the surreptitious glances from the other diners at the intimate scene playing out before them. He dragged his lips along her throat and quickly nipped her ear. She groaned again, sure the frustration she was feeling must be apparent in the sound. 

"You are not comfortable with public displays of affection?" 

"Not really, but it's not that, its just that I'm so..." she sighed and lowered her voice, she was relieved he couldn't see her face as she answered him "...so desperate for you." 

She turned and met his gaze, inwardly cringing the frankness of her admission. Their eyes met and she could see the same need she could feel reflected in his. 

In the end she couldn't decide what she wanted; there were too many choices and she was too distracted, so he ordered for them both.

What arrived were several small courses, all beautifully presented on large white plates. There were lots of new things she'd never tried before and as soon as they'd eaten one course the hovering staff would whip their plates away and more would arrive. Stephano was completely at ease, she watched as he comfortably conversed with the waiters as they brought them wine to taste, they seemed almost deferential to him. This was his world.

They were finishing the main course and another menu arrived so they could choose dessert. As he perused the menu she slipped her shoe off and ran her foot up his leg tantalisingly slowly. She felt a ripple of satisfaction as she watched his eyes widen in shock, and her hand snaked to her mouth as she tried and failed to suppress a giggle. He managed to keep his countenance largely unchanged but his eyes burned and he almost looked angry as his lips formed a hard, unyielding line. She could feel his erection as it grew through his trousers, and a thrill of desire mixed with power rippled through her. Suddenly he grabbed her foot, halting her movements and his eyes flashed. Silence hung between them until finally he leaned forward, and he fixed her with a penetrating stare.

"Andrea, if you don't want me to come over there, tear that dress off you, pin you down and fuck you like an animal you need stop right now."

The sound of her name on his lips sent arousal skittering through her, making her even more reckless.

"Then we'd better leave."

"I wanted you to have dessert." He sounded disappointed that his plans had been foiled but already he was motioning for a hovering waiter and asking for the bill.

"Another time perhaps?" She replied, raising her eyebrows.

His face lit up into an unexpectedly warm smile and he nodded. "Yes, we'll come back."

They walked home hand in hand. Nowhere near the peaceful stroll they had on the way to dinner. They were almost back when he stopped and pushed her into doorway, pressing himself against her he lifted her knee, resting her leg on his hip as he ran a hand up the back of her thigh. She arched towards him, whimpering with frustration. 




The Maid Ch. 06



"Please Stephano... I can't..." but she didn't finish, unable to voice her desires as he captured her mouth in his and kissed her with a hungry desperation.

Then he took her hand again and started walking in long strides, almost dragging her along with him. She was giggling as she struggled to keep up, desire hanging weightily between them. She felt young and giddy, like they were a pair of randy teenagers that were about to consummate their lust for the first time.

In the lift he pressed himself against her again, pinning her up against the wall. Before the lift could start, two older ladies joined them. Hurriedly they disentangled, facing the front with him standing slightly behind her. She couldn't be sure, but their expressions seemed disapproving. Feeling her face start colour, Andrea glanced down at her feet. His hand came to rest on the small of her back and then travelled downwards until it was cupping her buttocks. Andrea gasped at this unexpected intimacy, earning another swift look of suspicion from the two ladies. She couldn't sure but she thought she heard his soft chuckle from behind her and it did strange and delicious things to her insides. She sighed with relief when they both got off at the next floor.

Grinning, he lifted her, causing her to giggle like a little girl as he carried her to the bedroom and dropped her into the middle of a large metal framed bed. He climbed on the bed and on top of her. 

"Trust me?" He asked, gazing at her earnestly as he was frantically, expertly peeling off her clothes. 

"I think so?" she replied as anxiety starting warring with arousal in her stomach.

His gaze transformed to one of predatory desire and suddenly he wasn't touching her anymore, he was standing up and strolling across the room. She sat up and watched as he opened a door in the corner she hasn't noticed before. He emerged with a long length of rope. It was black and smooth. She had never seen rope like it before. He put it down on the bed beside him and she reached out to touch it. It felt soft like silk. She met his stare then and his eyes seem darker than ever.

"I want to tie you up," He explained seriously, his voice deep and gravelly, his accent more pronounced than usual. 

"Why?" she asked, the question had slipped out of her mouth even before she had decided if she wanted to ask it.

He didn't answer for a while, he just watched her and she wasn't sure if he was going to, but eventually he spoke again.

"The thought of having you bound and helpless turns me on more than I can say. I want you to be completely dependent on me for your pleasure."

She took a sharp intake of breath; she wasn't sure if she trusted him enough to give up that kind of control. She searched his face, hoping to find some answers in his expression. 

Suddenly she lunged towards him, grabbing his face in both her hands as she kissed him frantically. Pressing herself against him, her hand slid down between them and she wrapped her fingers around his erection, he groaned as she took it in her hand, suddenly he was holding her wrist tightly in his, pulling her hand away.

"If you're trying to distract me Andrea, it's not going to work." 

She blinked. She hadn't been trying, not consciously, but now he mentioned it perhaps...

"I'm not going to hurt you, we can stop anytime, just say the word and I will untie you."

She nodded slowly as a sliver of desire laced with apprehension coursed down her spine. 

"You want to? You are sure?" his eyes were burning, he sounded strained; giving her this final choice to back out seemed to be taking herculean effort. But it had worked. It eased her fears. She bit her lip and nodded slowly, eyes wide.

Abruptly he changed; the look in his eyes seemed to harden.

"Get on your knees, put your hands behind your back." 

She scrambled to obey this new, harsher Stephano. He seemed to know what he was doing as he carefully and efficiently tied her up. Before long her thighs were spread apart, her arms bound behind her back. He had wrapped the rope around her wrists, tying it to her ankles. There was intricate knot work crisscrossing her chest, binding her arms together behind her, pulling her shoulders back. She was forced to arch back, causing her breasts to be thrust forward, as she kneeled helplessly in the centre of the large bed. 

It was an odd feeling; she was comfortable but she couldn't move at all. She felt exposed and vulnerable, and incredibly turned on. When he had finished and his efforts were finally revealed he took a step back, looking pleased with himself, as his eyes traveled over her, taking in the sight of her. 

As he began to circle the bed, she noticed a new look in his eye, one she had never seen before. She wasn't sure how to interpret it as his gaze ate her up. He stopped stalking and started to undress, she watched, helplessly aroused as he peeled his clothes off and the familiar contours of his body were revealed. Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection. She was panting with need by the time he finished, quaking with nervous anticipation.

He got up and walked over to the window, opening it so the cooling night air circulated around the room. From her place on the bed she admired his naked form. The vision he presented stole her breath as the contours of his back stood in stark relief against the moonlight. Her nipples puckered and hardened in response to the drop in temperature. 

Climbing on the bed Stephano settled behind her. She tried to turn round, to get a look at him but she couldn't, she might topple over if she leant too far. She could sense him though, even though he wasn't touching her yet. She could feel his presence just behind her and she knew he was close. He dragged his hands up her torso with excruciating care and gently cupped her breasts. He pressed his chest up against her back and she leant into him relishing the contact. 

Andrea had never realised how sensitive her breasts could be until she met Stephano; he was obsessed with them. He was constantly playing with them, teasing them, lathing them with his tongue, dragging his teeth over them and gently pulling into his hot mouth until her nipples hardened into stiff peaks and she was squirming with need. This time it was no different as she leaned against him his clever hands worked her over, building her up into a frenzy until she was desperate for more, desperate to find release. 

Over and over again he seemed to bring her to point of orgasm until she was wondering why on earth she'd thought that relinquishing her control to him like this was a good idea. 

"Stephano please, I..."

"Yes Andrea?"

"I need to... fuck... Stephano please." 

He moved a hand away from her breast and it travelled upwards and his fingers curled around her throat. Not too tightly but firmly he pulled her head back so when his he spoke again, his lips tickling her throat, his voice was quietly menacing.

"Do you need to come?" He asked the gently mocking tone apparent in his voice.

"Yes," She whimpered, wishing she sounded less desperate.

"I am in charge now Andrea, not you." He dragged his thumb along her jaw and slid it into her mouth "I will decide what you need."

She bit down on the pad of his thumb and his words seemed to manifest physically as a lurch in her groin. She was moaning and whimpering, keening in desperation. She really couldn't decide what she wanted to do more in that moment, fuck him or punch him.

"You will come when I am ready for you to come." He continued as sharply he pinched a nipple. 

As his hands finally began to drift back down her torso, past the ropes stretched taut across her chest, the flesh on her stomach seemed to ripple in response. His hand brushed against her clitoris, the touch was so gentle it seemed accidental but it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, she bucked against her bindings and swore again. 

He chuckled, and his voice was caressing. 

"I love hearing the sounds you make when you're desperate for me. I could spend hours listening to them."

Hours? She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Why had she agreed to let him do this? 

He circled around her clitoris, his fingers drifting tantalisingly slowly up her thighs and over her stomach, ever closer but never quite giving her what she wanted. She started to tremble, thinking coherently was becoming difficult. She needed release, she couldn't bear it any more. She was about to beg him to stop tormenting her even though she knew it wouldn't work when an alternative suggestion flittered briefly through her befuddled mind. She had to concentrate hard to stop it slipping away again as quickly as it had arrived. 

"Stephano I need you, please." She whispered, before she lost her nerve.

She had meant to sound seductive, but she sounded desperate and needy. Despite this, she persevered. 

"I need to feel your cock inside me so badly."

When she heard his sharp intake of breath she knew her words were having the desired effect and that made her braver. 

"I need you to fuck me, hard."

He stilled, and the silence became all pervading as he held her breath and waited. She didn't want to give in. she didn't want to beg him to untie her, her pride wouldn't allow it, but she was dreading the repercussions if his self-control wasn't in the state she was hoping it was in, the state hers was in.

He didn't reply, instead moving his hands from her front to her waist, he lifted her gently and pushed her forward so she was balancing, pivoted widely on her spread knees. Her face was pressed against the bed, her arse thrust upwards into the air towards him. Briefly he explored it, the palms of his hands travelling over her flesh. She was panting in desperation at this renewed but different contact. Painstakingly slowly, he slid two fingers inside her and groaned. 

"You are so wet..." And then they were gone again. 

For a moment she felt nothing, until without warning he thrust into her in one singularly punishing move, as she couldn't use her hands to brace herself against anything she slid forward on her knees with the force of his thrust, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him, burying himself in her, filling her. Andrea almost sobbed with relief. 

He was like some kind of animal as he drove into her and she was able to do little more than be swept along in the turbulence of his desire. As she came apart she called his name and arched against him, he roared as he thrust into her a final time. Knowing he was coming too intensified everything. The walls around them seemed to disappear into a kind of distant haze as she fell headlong into a gloriously overwhelming orgasm. She closed her eyes sagged against the bindings as she let herself drift through a floaty endorphin filled stupor. 

The next thing she knew, he was untying her, unwinding the layers of the soft rope from her limbs. She was only partly aware of what was going on, still reeling from the intensity of it all. He was rubbing her wrists, there were red indentations where the bindings had been. Pulling her into his arms he kissed her face over and over. 

When she finally met his gaze she discovered he was watching her with an amused expression.

"I have missed you, you naughty beautiful creature." 

She smiled sleepily her insides warming at the declaration. 

"I've missed you too."

After he closed the window he climbed back into the bed and pulled her into his arms. She yawned, and then frowned as she fleetingly wondered about Sophia. 

Stephano noticed the change in her countenance.

"Are you thinking about Sophia?"

She nodded.

"You can call her again in the morning?"

"Yes, I will." 

-

She woke the following morning to find that her wrists were still slightly sore and red from being bound, she smiled to herself as she remembered the previous evenings antics, but Stephano was already awake and ready for more. 

After a round of slow, lazy sex, they took a drive out to the coast. As they walked along the beach, Andrea couldn't help but note how very different it was from their blustery overcast walk in Brighton. Andrea felt like she was inside a travel brochure. The weather was sunny and clear but the coastal breeze prevented it from being uncomfortably hot. 

Andrea was preoccupied watching the birds flying around the low cliff face when they reached the end of the cove, so it came as a surprise when she finally noticed the rock pools. By then, they were very close, and she could see three children; two girls and a boy were collecting starfish with nets and buckets. Fleetingly Andrea wished Sophia was there with them.

They came across an old house. It was clear it hadn't been lived in for a while and was in need of some restoration, but it had so much potential. They looked around the outside, it was just possible to see that the little garden had been well loved and cared for until just a few years ago. 

As they began to double back, they noticed that the children had returned to their family, and were hungrily demolishing the grand lunch that was spread out before them on a picnic blanket. 

They walked back up the beach and ate in a little trattoria near where they'd left the car. It was a lovely simple affair. Andrea was ravenous after the walk and the sea air. The setting was as different as it could be from the night before, so informal and friendly. There were chintzy table-cloths and mismatched plates, various underfed cats lounging in the sunny spots on the terrace; it felt as though they could almost be in someone's kitchen. 

They ate freshly caught fish that was cooked to perfection and pannacotta for dessert. The husband cooked while his wife served the food. They learned quickly that her name was Paola, and she was warm but overbearing. She smiled all the time and talked incessantly. Andrea could understand a little Italian because of its similarities to Spanish, but she was immediately wishing she couldn't on this occasion. Paola kept telling Stephano how beautiful Andrea was and what a lovely couple they made and how he must marry her immediately. Andrea was blushing so much she was seriously considering just climbing under the table and staying there until they were ready to leave. Stephano laughingly agreed with everything she said whilst casting amused glances at Andrea. He seemed to be enjoying her obvious discomfort. Paola happily told them both the story of how her and her husband had first met, how long they'd been married and how happy they were. Andrea imagined this was far from the first time she had told this story and that wouldn't be the last. When Stephano politely inquired if she knew anything about the uninhabited house that was at the other end of the cove Andrea thought Paola might pass out with excitement. She explained that her sister was selling it after the death of her parents, and that she didn't live far away and she would be happy to ring her. 

Before too long they were standing in a deceptively large kitchen, having been shown around the little cottage by the sister. She'd gone outside to make a phone call, leaving them alone. Andrea stared about the space; the room was still full of stuff, and a large fireplace took up the entire surface of one of the walls. She laughed out loud when she discovered she could stand inside it. An old pine table and dresser stood on a beautiful stone tiled floor. She noticed an old aluminium espresso machine on the stove, very much like the one that now had pride of place in her kitchen.

"We could live here," Stephano said, interrupting her musings. "I could commute to Milan, it wouldn't be too far, I wouldn't have to go in everyday."

She turned to face him and there was silence as they looked at each other. Somewhere outside a bird sang and the windows rattled in another room from a sudden gust of wind. 

Stephano had mentioned Andrea and Sophia moving to Italy to live with him a few times, and how Sophia would go to the international school in Milan. He spoke about this as though it was inevitable. Andrea had felt uncomfortable with this, but let it slide the first few times he mentioned it but now she realized that they needed to talk about it.

Finally looking away from him she replied. "Sophia is happy in London Stephano, she likes her school." 

She reminded him that she was starting teacher training in a few weeks. 

"But you don't have to work, I want to look after you." He said, taking both her hands in his and gazing at her earnestly. 

A mental image of a dark haired, dark eyed baby flashed briefly through her mind and she didn't like how appealing the vision was on some deep primal level. 

"That's not going to happen." She replied tightly. 

He narrowed his eyes at her but he didn't speak again. They had reached another impasse. 

They wandered outside and she was reminded again of the beauty of their surroundings. The clear sky, the white sand, the impossibly blue sea, the pretty painted buildings that looked so quintessentially Mediterranean that were scattered further along the coast. She breathed in and savoured the clear, warm sea air. Sophia could be happy here too, she thought. 

Of course this was every girl's dream; the tall, dark, and handsome stranger; impossibly good-looking, unimaginably wealthy, sweeping in, waltzing her off her feet. Offering her a life that was free of care and responsibility. But Andrea was used to being independent. She didn't want that to change. She'd worked hard to get where she was, she didn't want to give that up. The idea of simply becoming a housewife, keeping home, being financially dependent on Stephano after so long of being alone and looking after herself and her daughter without anyone else to consider was unimaginable and terrifying to her. Regardless of how idyllic the surroundings were, she didn't want to give up her dream to become a teacher.

On the way home they stopped in a small town, so Stephano could go to the fishmongers. They were both quiet as he drove them back to the city. Absently she fiddled with the hem of her skirt, worrying that he was still upset about their earlier conversation and that it would spoil the rest of their limited time together. As they pulled onto the motorway he reached over and without looking away from the road, he took her hand in his. 

It was when they pulled up into the car park in Stephano's building car that things shifted. He opened the door and helped her out of the car. As she stood up she found herself facing him. He caught her eye and she noticed a storm was brewing in his gaze and quite suddenly they couldn't get back to the apartment fast enough. The atmosphere was palpable in the lift. They stood side by side, not touching, not speaking as it slowly ascended. As he was opening the door she slid her hand underneath his shirt and searched for the line of hair that met his navel and travelled down towards his trousers. She heard him groan in response. The moment he got the door open he grabbed her and dragged her into the bedroom as they clumsily tore at each other's clothes, collapsing into the billowing duvet.

He climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed and holding her down with his body weight as they kissed urgently, tongues dancing, teeth clashing. The hunger with which she wanted him surprised her.

He stopped suddenly, and holding her face in both his hands he looked at her searchingly, his eyes travelling over her face. A flash of confusion or anger, or some other indescribable emotion flickered briefly across his face to disappear again, almost immediately leaving behind only the burning heat of his desire.

"I want you," He growled as he unhitched her bra and gathered her breast up in his hands. "I want to taste you, I want to be inside you again."




The Maid Ch. 06



At his words a warmth seemed to pool low in her stomach and she moaned his name. What was he doing to her? This beautiful, strange man, how did he affect her so strongly? She felt she hardly knew him still, despite the time they had spent together. His intensity frightened and confused her. And yet despite this, or possibly because of this she wanted him with a desperation that continued to astound her. She might have given him anything if he asked it of her just then.

Suddenly he flipped her over and forcing her thighs apart with his knees and lifting her hips he slowly slid into her, groaning when he was all the way in.

She gasped as he filled her, relishing his possession as he began to thrust into her. Her hips rose up to meet his; she wanted more. She arched against him, pushing her pelvis towards his as he filled her, desperate to increase the pressure in some small way, to feel him more firmly. But he didn't relent, this was happening on his terms.

She clung to the pillow, her fingers digging into the fabric as slowly he rode her, with long languorous strokes. His hand slid round to her front, his fingers seeking to bring her pleasure; he found her clitoris, already swelling and yearning for his touch. Firmly he cupped his hand over her mound and rubbed his thumb over it.

She came just before he did and he collapsed on top of her. She lay perfectly still beneath him as he regained his composure. They were both coated in a thin sheen of sweat, their limbs intertwined as they breathed in unison. Eventually he rolled over, pulling her with him so they were both lying on their sides. He wrapping his arms around her and held her tightly and she could feel his breath tickling her hair. 

"Would you like to have a bath?" He asked eventually, when his breathing had returned to normal.

The idea was very appealing, she was sticky and sweaty after their lovemaking, and sand still lingered between her toes after beach. She didn't have a bath in her flat, only a shower. 

Andrea would have liked to have languished in the bath for longer, but at the same time she didn't want to waste a moment of her time with Stephano. She was amazed to find him cooking when she wandered out of the bedroom. she knew that he must have been, because as soon as she opened the bathroom door she was assailed by the smell of garlic frying but it was still a shock to actually see him standing by the cooker, holding a wooden spoon. 

He looked up and saw her watching him. 

"What is it?"

"Nothing." She grinned, embarrassed to be caught staring.

He put the spoon down and walked over to her cupping her jaw in his hands, lifted it so she was forced to meet his stare. 

"Tell me." 

"You're cooking. I didn't know you could cook." 

"I am Italian, of course I can cook!"

He looked down at her a while longer, until he seemed to remember himself and after dragging his thumb across her lips he released her again. 

"Sit, we will eat now."

From the table she continued watched him as he moved around the kitchen, as he transferred spaghetti into wide shallow bowls. She was still struggling to comprehend this new domestic side of him. Dinner was a simple meal, spaghetti with chili and prawns, and it was delicious. The dining table, like the coffee table was made of glass. Andrea really wasn't sure about all the glass. Afterwards they moved to the sofa and Stephano massaged her feet. 

"You're very good at this."

"My mamma used to love for me to massage her feet." 

"Tell me about her?"

He stood and wandered across the room, returning with a silver framed photo. He handed it to her and climbed back on to the other end of the sofa, pulling her feet back into his lap.

"She died a few years ago." He looked up at her. "She was English like you, this was her with my sister when she was younger." 

In the photo was an elegant, striking woman, very pale with dark hair, smiling down at a pretty little girl in a pink dress. He was wistful as he spoke. 

"My father wanted a wife who would be a mother to his children and no more, he treated her like a beautiful bird in a cage. She didn't want for anything. She was expected to stay at home, looking after us and being available for him. Meanwhile he had a series of very public affairs. My father never seemed to get angry but he was very controlling and unpredictable. They rarely argued but if she said or did something he didn't like sometimes he would to hit her, it didn't seem to matter where they were or who was watching."

He wasn't looking at her any more. He was staring into the distance.

"Yet, she was always so happy, always laughing. When she came into the room it seemed to fill with light. She made me feel as if I could be anyone I wanted to be, do anything I wanted to do. But when I was eleven, she left. I think she knew it was going to be all or nothing with my father. That he would never allow us to see her again if she did such a thing to him. So she stayed until she thought we were old enough to cope on our own and then she went. She took my sister with her. She couldn't take us, his sons. He would never allow that, he would have followed her to the ends of the earth if she had taken us. 

"I'd never seen him get angry before, and I've never seen it happen since. When he found out she was gone, he didn't eat, he didn't sleep. He drank and raged and shouted, and crashed around the house. His sister, my aunt, came after two days and she took me and my brothers back to her home while we waited for him to calm down. I don't know if he even noticed us go. He wanted to find her and kill her for publicly humiliating him, for shaming him in that way, but she had returned to England. Back then the ‛Ndrangheta were not so powerful in England as they are now, at that time his influence did not stretch that far. When we finally returned to my father's house he looked like a broken man. I don't think he really appreciated what he had until he'd lost it. He never spoke of her again but when she died three years ago he was very shaken, despite having not seen her once since that day."

As soon Andrea realized she'd been holding her hand over mouth she let it fall onto her lap, but he seemed so wrapped up in his tale he didn't notice her attempt to school her horrified reaction. She was shocked, not only by the story but also the complacent way in which he told it. All the while he was holding her feet in his lap, stroking them absently. 

"She knew we would be looked after. My father loved us in his way. We were educated at the best private boarding school in Italy. We had everything we could wish for when we were growing up. We wanted for nothing."

Apart from a mother, she thought.

She scooted over to him, wrapping her arms around his torso in a fierce hug. As she breathed in his scent she felt an inappropriate thrill. She felt his arms fold around her and he rested his chin on her head as he told her about a secret meeting that was arranged with his mother and sister by his aunt when he was thirteen. Her eyes smarted at the mental image of an angsty teenage Stephano during what must have been a very emotional encounter. He was cagier when it came to talking about his dad, and the years after his mother left. There was a lot of animosity there.

"I was good at mathematics in school. When I wanted to go to university, when I didn't want to continue to be 'part of the family' in the way he wanted me to be, he was angry with me and I blamed him for my mother leaving. I could never forgive him for that. We didn't speak for years, until they discovered a use for my accounting skills. I couldn't say no; you can never say no to them. But my father has continued to be distant." He shrugged.

She was gazing out of the window, across the city when she noticed his breathing change tempo. She looked up at his face and as she watched him she realised she'd never seen him sleep.

Gently she woke him and hand in hand, they found the bedroom. Once they were in bed he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him burying his face in her hair, and immediately he was asleep again, snoring lightly. Andrea lay awkwardly for a while but eventually she rolled on to her side. Immediately he rolled after her and wrapped himself around her again.

-

She woke the following morning to find him wrapped around her still, but he was awake, his hands exploring her curves as he nuzzled her neck. It tickled and she was laughing and squealing with delight as he disappeared under the covers. He dragged his lips along the flesh on her chest giving her goose bumps as he travelled downwards stopping as his lips closed over a nipple. She closed her eyes and sighed, losing herself to the skillful ministrations of his mouth, as he settled himself between her thighs and dragged him teeth over her sex and began to nibble and suck. 

"What would you like to do today?" 

Andrea was lying curled up in bed, Stephano had made coffee and was handing it to her as he spoke. She felt pleasantly sated. 

"I'd like to buy Sophia a present, something Italian."

He smiled. "Okay."

After breakfast at the little table on the balcony they drove into the new part of Milan. Almost as soon as they got out of the car and she looked around she realised these were expensive shops they were visiting. She was thinking about getting Sophia a coat, she would need a new one for the approaching winter. She found one she quite liked. It was expensive but she thought she could afford it and it was Sophia's favourite colour. It would be nice for her to have something a bit special, that no one else in her class had. She was going to buy it until she noticed what Stephano had found, he was looking at a childs football kit. 

"Oh! She would like that." 

He grinned as he handed her the hanger so she could get a closer look. It was quite a bit more expensive than the coat and Sophia did need a winter coat. She bit her lip, she could get her a coat from the market, it would be cheap and it would last the winter. She would love the football kit, and the AC Milan stripe was red and black, lending it a sense of mischief. Stephano explained they were considered to be one of Europe's best teams.

As they reached the till he produced a credit card and paid while she is was searching in her purse. When he noticed her pursed lips, he had the decency to look sheepish. 

Outside the shop, he pulled her up against him.

"Forgive me?" he asked, watching her cautiously.

"You should have asked."

"You would have said no." He replied, brushing a stray tendril of hair from her face.

"That's true." She agreed, smiling despite herself. 

As they arrived at the airport, she felt torn. She was keen to get back to Sophia, but didn't want to be parted from Stephano so soon. The weekend went by so quickly, and there were still lots of unresolved issues. He seemed distant, distracted and she felt uneasy. They haven't made any definite plans. 

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her smartly on the mouth.

"We will see each other soon".

-

"Would you like a drink miss?" Andrea was lost in thought; everything around her seemed to be background noise.

"Miss, would you like a beverage?" The flight attendant said, a bit louder.

"Oh, I'm sorry. No, no thank you. "Andrea said apologetically.

She hadn't realised how lost in her thoughts she had been.

She liked Stephano;, she liked him a lot, but she wasn't sure if this could work. They had such different outlooks on life, She wasn't sure if she can be the person he expected her to be. 

She had met a man, perfect in so many ways, but he could be so traditional and dominating, and it felt like everything had to be on his terms. She couldn't help feeling like he was out of her league. She was too scared to give everything up for him, when he could just walk out on her at anytime like Joe had walked out on her when she was pregnant. 

And he'd never told her he loved her; did he love her? he wanted her to live with him, why would he ask if he didn't? Oh, why did he have to live in another country? 

On the train she called her mum. The plane had been delayed and after some discussion they decided that her mum would take Sophia back to Andrea's place and put her to bed there. Andrea was disappointed when she realized Sophia was probably going to be asleep when she arrived, and she wouldn't get to say hello until the morning. 

Somewhat predictably, despite the lateness of the hour, Sophia was in bed but still awake when she arrived. She squealed with delight when Andrea crept into her room to check on her. Andrea pulled her into her arms and hugged her and kissing her hair. She could see that Sophia was excited to see her and hear about her trip but if she wasn't careful she was going to find a very overtired child on her hands, come morning. She decided against mentioning the present.

"You must go to sleep now Honey, I'll see you in the morning. I'll wake you up early and tell you all about it over breakfast." She whispered as she reluctantly disentangled herself from Sophia's enthusiastic grasp.

While her mum put the kettle on she texted Stephano to let him know she is home safely.

Got home safe. 

I miss you already.

He responded immediately.

Good I checked 

your flight online 

and saw it 

was delayed.

She chuckled; of course he did.

I miss you too. 

I have to come 

to London for a 

meeting on Tuesday.

An excited thrill swept through her.

Do you? That's 

wonderful. Well, 

for me it is. But 

is there a problem?

Just something 

last minute that 

needs to be dealt 

with in person.

She felt for whoever it was that created the problem. She couldn't imagine facing Stephano's stare in a work situation.

Can we have dinner 

tomorrow evening? 

Immediately, she replied.

I'd love to, 

let me see if I 

can find a 

babysitter

Good, see you 

then hopefully.

Oh, and Andrea?

Yes?

Wear the stockings.

Ok

Go to bed now,

it's late. 

Her heart soared and she was grinning inanely when she asked her mum to babysit again. Delores was happy to, Andi thought her enthusiasm was at least in part due to the small bottle of Chanel No. 5 she had bought in the departures lounge. It was pricey, but she knew it was her mum's favourite, and Delores was a woman who didn't allow herself many luxuries.

"But maybe I shouldn't spend the evening out though, so soon after leaving Sophia?" She said, frowning. 

"Don't worry honey, he can pick you up after you put Sophia to be and maybe I'll get to meet the elusive Stephano finally?" 

Andrea giggled "I suppose he could pick me up, I know Sophia would love to see him again."

Her had just mum left and she was getting ready for bed when the doorbell rang. Perhaps her mum had forgotten something, although she couldn't imagine what. She ran to catch it so it wouldn't ring again, Sophia was only just asleep and she had school tomorrow. She opened the door, and in the blink of an eye, in that one fleeting second, her entire world seemed to shift on its axis. 

Joe, her Joe, was standing there, on her doorstep. He hadn't changed much. He looked a little older and more filled out, and he wasn't as tall as she remembered, but essentially he was the same Joe. She just stood there, open mouthed, unable to speak, unable to find the words to even ask what he was doing here. 

"Andi!" He grinned, and as always it transformed his face and she was transported into the past. Back to the days before Sophia, before her pregnancy, before the arguments and the drugs. A happier time; a more innocent simpler time, when she was still at school and she had no responsibilities. She held the door open mutely and stepped back so he could enter.



The Maid Ch. 07



This is the final chapter. I am very aware that I drifted away from nonconsent/reluctance a while back. I didn't mean for this to be as long as it has turned out to be and the focus has definitely changed from what it was initially. I considered moving it into a different, more suitable category, but after asking for feedback I decided against it, for continuity reasons. So sorry about that, but at least this will be the final time.

A final thank you to misternik and to vmc312 for all their hard work editing. And thank you for those of you who have voted, faved, left feedback, I've really appreciated it. The next few stories I have planned are going to be in romance (I should probably get it out of my system!) I think, in case you would like to keep following my work and don't follow that category. 

*****

Joe stepped over the threshold and into the hallway, casting a proprietal glance around.

"Nice."

She nodded mutely while an internal stream of questions buzzed around her mind. What was he doing here? What did he want? Why was he turning up now, after all this time?

He wasn't talking loudly exactly, but he was standing right outside Sophia's bedroom door and she was worried he was going to wake her up. That would be a disaster. She had no idea how she would explain Joe's unexpected presence to Sophia; strange men didn't normally arrive at her house unannounced. She shuddered at the thought.

"Come into the kitchen." She tried to fix what she hoped would look like a polite smile on her face, but it felt more like a grimace. "I'll put the kettle on." 

She went in, not giving him a chance to reply or suggest the more intimate setting of the her tiny sofa on the front room. She wanted the kitchen table between them.

As he sat down she tried to shoo the unwelcome image of Stephano sitting in the same place a few weeks ago after the fire as she moved nervously around, putting the kettle on, wiping the already clean table. She was starting to unravel, like a wool cardigan that had snagged on something.

Finally the hot drinks were made and she sat down opposite him. Perched uncomfortably on the edge of her seat, she wrapped her fingers round her mug, deriving comfort from the heat of her chamomile tea. She watched him, taking him in, waiting for him to speak. He looked well, much better than he had last time she had seen him; which, to be honest, wasn't a great achievement, considering what he looked like. He was clean-shaven, his hair had recently been cut, his clothes were clean and new. They were clearly not as expensive and dashing as the things that Stephano wore but he looked good, great in fact. He still had his charm and his boyish good looks, but she couldn't help compare it to Stephano's more sophisticated beauty in her mind.

A choppy conversation followed, in which everything was familiar and yet not familiar at all.

"You look well."

"I've been in rehab."

"Eleanor and John didn't say."

"They didn't want to get your hopes up."

She frowned, cross with them for not warning her of his imminent reentry into her life.

"Did they know you were planning to..."

"No, I didn't tell them I was planning to come here, but when they told me about the fire, I... I just needed to see you, I had to make sure you were both okay."

She nodded. "Yes, we're fine, we were very lucky. Sophia was off school for a few days. But they checked her out again a few weeks ago, there is no lasting damage to her lungs." She didn't elaborate, she wasn't sure if Joe knew about Stephano. She wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

"Shall we go for a drink? Lets go out to the pub ."

"I can't, Joe. Sophia, she's asleep, I can't leave her."

He looked at her blankly for a minute. "Oh yeah, of course. I wasn't thinking, sorry."

There was an awkward silence until he spoke again. "So, what have you been up to?"

Andrea visibly balked at his question, and Joe looked uncomfortable. Seeming to realise his faux pas, he concentrated very hard on the table.

She struggled to control the emotions that reared up in her as a thousand possible responses passed through her mind. She thought of the number of times over the years she had imagined how she might answer this if Joe asked it. If Joe had been there to ask it, if Joe had ever deigned to contact her at any point in the last six years. In the end, her voice tight with suppressed rage she settled for noncommittal.

"Oh you know, this and that."

Silence stretched uncomfortably between them, until eventually she felt compelled to fill it.

"I'm a chambermaid. I work in one of those big hotels up west."

"Do you like it?"

"It pays the bills."

"Sounds, umm, posh. You must meet loads of rich people." She bristled at his dismissive language.

"We don't see that much of the guests." She felt herself colour as another uncomfortable silence transpired while he watched her quizzically. She worried that he was going to ask why she was blushing, but much to her relief, he didn't. 

"You didn't go to dance school?"

"No." She felt a pang of regret. It had been her dream, before she got pregnant. But despite being offered a place on one of London's most prestigious performing arts schools, despite the potential that everyone told her they could see, she hadn't. She couldn't. Didn't he realise there had been a baby to take care of? An unwelcome surge of anger began to rise up. She swallowed it back down; she didn't want to start an argument and risk waking Sophia.

"I'm starting teacher training in September."

His face lit up. "You're really making something of yourself Andi, I always knew you would."

She had forgotten how captivating Joe's smile could be, how charming he was with his boyish good looks. She could see why she had been so smitten him. Memories started to come flooding back all at once, filling her mind like the commuters she watched clambering onto the bus every morning. She shook her head, trying to chase the memories away. It didn't work, and she couldn't help but compare him to Stephano with his more sophisticated, masculine appeal. But there was something else about his reaction too, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on; there was an implication in his words, that some how she was managing something he could never achieve and she didn't like it.

"How are Tracey and Paul?" He asked.

"They're alright, but they broke up in March. He slept with Joanne."

"What! Tracey's sister Joanne?"

"Yeah."

"He didn't!"

"He did."

"I bet that went down well."

They both laughed and she was relieved to be on more neutral territory but he became serious again.

"Andi, look, I've been thinking a lot about us recently."

He explained that he wanted to try again. He reached over to her hand, which was resting on the kitchen table and covered it with his, she pulled it out from under his, so quickly it was as though she had been burned. Immediately she felt guilty, but she was reeling already from him being here, she couldn't cope with physical contact as well.

Joe seemed to realise that he was expecting too much too quickly.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have turned up unannounced."

"I think you should go now. It's late, I have work tomorrow and this is all so unexpected. I need time to think, I'm sorry."

"We could go out, at the weekend, to Marine Ices? Do you ever take Sophia there?"

They used to go there all the time after school, everyone did. She wondered again what he was doing here, what his motives were.

She forced herself to laugh. "Of course I do, all the time."

"Good, lets go on Saturday and I'll buy us all an ice cream, I can meet her then."

Without waiting for an answer he stood up, brushed down his jeans with the palms of his hands and strolled out of the kitchen. At the door, he pecked her on the cheek, and she was startled by the pungent aroma of his unfamiliar cologne. And then he was gone, as suddenly as he arrived. She stood, leaning against her front door in a wrung out stupor.

~

The following morning was a bit of a blur. She'd hardly slept at all after Joe had left. She'd lain in bed working through a whole mixture of emotions; anger, fear, confusion, guilt. She'd turned the situation over and over in her mind. She wasn't sure about introducing him to Sophia yet; the situation didn't seem permanent enough, and he might just disappear again. She didn't want Joe to hurt Sophia, but he was her father. She couldn't keep them apart. Finally she'd been so wound up she'd got out of bed and wandered into the front room to find something mindless to watch on TV. She'd fallen asleep pretty quickly on the sofa and woken up again just before dawn. Feeling cold, with a crick in her neck, the TV still on, she stumbled drowsily into bed and managed to oversleep.

Of course after Andrea's exciting weekend away in Milan and the promise she'd made at bedtime, Sophia was disappointed by the rushed, disorganized morning. Breakfast wasn't a relaxed chat at the table; it was a slice of marmite on toast as they dashed through the park to school. Andrea felt guilty at how distracted and irritable she was being, but Sophia's new AC Milan football kit helped soften the blow.

-

She finally arrived at work, twenty minutes late and a complete wreck. Connie kept shooting her quizzical looks, but she avoided getting into a conversation with her. Stephano would be arriving today and they were meant to be meeting for dinner later. Her Mum was supposed to be babysitting again. She had been looking forward to seeing him but now after last night she felt differently. She was still very unclear about Joe and the role he would have in her and Sophia's life. She needed more time to think, to get things straight in her head before she saw Stephano again.

Her morning was a nightmare. Her supervisor shouted at her over how long everything was taking and she burst into floods of tears. Connie demanded to know what was wrong but she didn't want to talk about it. She couldn't talk about it, she was scared of what might happen if she started to talk and she just needed to get through the day.

She texted Stephano and arranged to meet him for coffee in her break. His reply was brief and he didn't ask why she needed to see him so suddenly. They planned to meet in a café near the hotel. She spotted him as soon as she arrived, sitting at a table in the corner. Despite having been with him so recently, she felt her breath catch upon seeing him. He spotted her immediately and stood and started towards her. He took her hand as she sat at the table.

"I haven't got much time, I have a meeting at eleven... " He looked at her face and frowned "You are okay?"

"I..." She couldn't speak. She hadn't thought this through, she hadn't thought about what she was going to say to him. Her head was starting to swim, and she thought she might be about to burst into tears. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

"Something has happened?" he whispered as he stroked her hand with his thumb. "It will be okay, I will fix it."

She had an inappropriate urge to climb into his lap and bury her face in his chest so she could just forget about everything. Instead she started to explain. "Joe, he's back, he came last night he wants us to try again. He wants us to be a family, for Sophia."

As she spoke the words they seemed to drop between them like stones into a lake, hard and swift and impossible to retrieve.

His whole countenance seemed to change before her eyes, the concern disappeared and he seemed to become more distant.

"Of course, I understand completely." He said, standing abruptly. She stood too, unsure of how interpret his reaction.

Taking a step towards her, he pulled her into his embrace pressed his lips against her forehead. Her eyes fell closed and she took comfort in the contact as relief washed over her, at least Stephano was being understanding and not making unreasonable demands of her. He held her jaw in his hands lifting it to face him as he stared at her. She was struggling to read him, to understand the significance of his gaze. He looked lost in thought looking at her as though she was a stranger, or perhaps as though like they were never going to see each other again, as if he was committing her face to memory. She realized he was speaking.

"I will go now."

He was pulling away, withdrawing. A feeling of nausea was rising up inside her as she had a horrible insight into what he was thinking, what assumptions he was making but before she could speak again, before she could tell him he was wrong he was gone.

As she watched him walk away she felt a numb sort of despair/terror wash over her. At one point he seemed to falter and she thought he was going to turn and look at her, but he didn't. She took a step towards him, she wanted to go after him but before she could he was out of the door. She hadn't meant to finish it; she had just meant to tell him what was happening, to explain how she felt, to tell him that she needed some time to figure out what she wanted to do. He seemed to have jumped to the conclusion that she wanted to end it. She hadn't been sure what she wanted but now that she was confronted with the possibility of never seeing him again she realised this was definitely not something she wanted. She was lost as how to set it right. She sank back down into the chair, noticing what must have been Stephano's espresso sitting on the table in front of her.

She really should give Joe another chance. He was Sophia's father and he deserved to get to know his daughter. Sophia deserved a father. Perhaps this was for the best. Perhaps it would be easier to work things out without Stephano distracting her, making it harder for her to think straight, to decide what her priorities should be. But why did she feel like she was making a terrible mistake? Her heart constricted painfully and she buried head in hands as the tears began to fall. She couldn't afford to languish in self-pity; she needed to get back to work.

She left the café and immediately felt the need to pull her coat closer around her. The weather was mild, but she could feel a chill settling in that she thought might never leave her.

When she arrived back at hotel, she didn't have to look in the mirror to know that her eyes must be red from crying. She could no longer avoid giving Connie and Maria an explanation.

She had never seen Connie so angry before. She was pacing around the room, vibrating with rage. Maria less so, but she was still frowning and nodding in agreement at everything Connie said.

"The guy is an arsehole, Andi."

There was emphatic nodding from Maria.

"You've never met him." Andrea mumbled, her eyes downcast.

"I don't have to have met him! He ran out on you when you were eighteen and pregnant. He's an arsehole."

Distractedly she noticed that Connie was swearing. Connie never swore.

"He wasn't thinking straight, he was on drugs. He's cleaned himself up now."

She found herself wondering why she was defending him, who was she trying to convince?

Connie was standing, a hand on her hip, eyebrows raised waiting expectantly for Andrea to expand.

"Things might be different this time, he's changed." Andrea said in response to the unspoken question, but she didn't look at either of them as she spoke.

Connie picked up the statement and held it out, as though it was a discarded sock she'd found underneath one of the beds and handed back to Andrea with a distasteful expression on her face. "Things might be different this time?" The incredulity in her voice was hard to ignore. "He's changed?"

Folding her arms and narrowing her eyes, Connie fixed Andrea with one of her stares.

She slumped into to a chair and sighed, burying her face in her hands. "I know, I know but he's Sophia's father, Connie. I can't deny him his daughter."

"Of course you can't deny him his daughter," Connie's gaze softened. "But that doesn't mean you have to start playing happy families. What about Stephano? What about you?"

"And isn't it funny how you don't hear a peep from Joe until you meet someone else?" Andrea had almost forgotten that Maria was there until she spoke.

"He doesn't know anything about Stephano" she replied, but as she turned it over in her mind and she wondered why it hadn't occurred to her to think about this sooner. Did he know about Stephano? She hadn't mentioned him to Joe. She had assumed he didn't know about Stephano but what if he did?

She was twisting the hem of her skirt round and round in a parody of anguish.

"Andi," Connie sat down on the arm of Andrea's chair and rested her hand gently on Andrea's shoulder. "Don't let him treat you like a doormat. You don't have to take him back for him to be Sophia's daddy. Don't make the same mistakes your Mama did."

But at the mere mention of Stephano and Andrea felt like she might break. All the apprehension and fear she had been feeling, all the insecurities began to pour out of her, like the relentless surge of a broken dam.

"Stephano lives in Italy; he wants me to move there. I can't be who he wants me to be." Her eyes pricked with tears as she spoke. "I want to be a teacher, Connie. All those nights I spent studying, I can't just throw them away to swan off to Italy. I'm used to working, to supporting myself."

She could feel herself starting to unravel again.

"He's too good to be true; stuff like this doesn't happen to people like me."

"Lord above, you're infuriating Andi."

She frowned at Connie. "What?"

"You're sabotaging yourself." It was Maria that spoke this time "it's almost like you don't want to be happy."

"But he's so... so rich, so handsome, so successful. I'm just a maid, I don't understand what he sees in me, just look at me."

Why would anyone want her? Even Joe had walked out on her, she fought the urge to cry.

"Andi, you are a beautiful young woman who was dealt some tough cards and you have worked hard to pull yourself out of the rut you were in. You deserve this. You deserve to be happy, don't let that slimeball mess this up for you."

Closing her eyes she shook her head and pressed her lips together. She didn't believe them, she couldn't believe them.

"You don't have to go to Italy with him tomorrow. You need to get to know each other, take your time. You need to reach a compromise. He's all about instant gratification that man, no self control."

Andi squeezed her eyes closed as unwelcome emotions swept over her; they didn't know the half of it.

She thought she might start crying again.

"He is so dominating, so driven. He knows exactly what he wants. I'm scared I'm going to lose myself when I am with him. I feel like he might swallow me whole."

In the end she left work early. Connie spoke to their boss, she told him Andrea wasn't feeling well and he agreed that she should go home. She rang her mum to explain that dinner was cancelled and she didn't need to babysit.

Later, after she had put Sophia to bed, she was just sitting down with a cup of chamomile tea the phone rang. Anxiety spiked through her. She considered letting it go, so she could screen it and call back if need be, but just as it was about to go to voicemail she snatched it up. It was John, Joe's dad.

At first he said her name and then there was an awkward silence. It took a while before he could begin trying to say what he needed to say. 

She sat, holding the phone to her ear, trying to recall if there was ever a time John had cause to ring her, not Eleanor. She spoke to Eleanor quite frequently, but John was taciturn. He didn't ring people unless it was important.

"Andi, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"He was here yesterday John."

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, we should have warned you before he turned up, we wanted to warn you. He said he wanted to ask you to marry him."




The Maid Ch. 07



She balked, spluttering a mouthful of her tea across the table. "He didn't say anything about marriage!"

But now in retrospect it made sense, that's where he was going with that whole spiel about wanting to be a family again, clearly she hadn't reacted to the news in the way Joe was hoping. She was reeling. She could feel Johns discomfort coming out of him in waves down the phone line.

John was talking again. "Look, Joe is my son. My only son. It pains me to say this Andi, but I don't want him to mess you around. I love Joe but he has no right to make this demand of you. Not now, not after all this time."

"What does Eleanor think?"

"She thinks the same but she feels dreadful for it. We told him what happened, about the fire, about Eleanor's diabetes. We told him about Stephano rescuing Sophia from the fire. We didn't realize he still had feelings for you Andi, we thought he'd be happy for you. As soon as he found out you had someone else we could tell it was having an effect on him. He got agitated, we tried to tell him it wasn't fair and he should leave it, we thought he would."

"Oh, I see." And she did see, she saw completely. Maria had been right. He'd known about Stephano all along. He'd almost had her convinced for a minute there this was about them; about her and Sophia, but it was all about him and his stupid macho ego. She couldn't believe she'd fallen for it. She realized John was talking again. She closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose and focused on the words she could hear down the phone line.

"...She's in a right state Andi, that's why I'm ringing and saying this, not her. You don't know what she's been like this last week; migraines, panic attacks and then he was round ours earlier for his tea and he told us he'd asked you to try again and that you were thinking about it. Well she told me I had to ring. We want you and Sophia to be happy Andi, you should be happy; it's been hard for you. She doesn't want you to go through any more, but the guilt, she can't bear to tell you herself."

There was so much emotion in his voice. She'd never known John like this, not even after the fire. He was usually so stoic, like a rock. And poor Eleanor after everything that had happened, this was the last thing she needed. She imagined herself in Eleanor and Johns shoes and fleetingly she understood, imagined sabotaging Sophia in this way. Fat tears rolled incessantly down her face and it was a while before she trusted herself to speak.

"Do you think he'll stick around John? I don't want to introduce him to Sophia unless he's going to be committed."

He was silent for a while, and she held her breath as she waited for his reply.

"I don't know, love. I don't know. I'd like to think so, but I don't want to get your hopes up."

"Thank you for calling. And please tell Eleanor I love her, I love you both. " She said with a catch in her voice. "I'm just so overwhelmed and confused. "

"I'll tell her. Good night, Andi. "

"Good night, John. "

She hung up and almost immediately there was a quiet knock on the door. Her heart sank, she just wanted it to stop, she wanted everything to stop for five minutes. She felt like she hadn't had a moment to herself all day. What if it was Joe at the door, she couldn't deal with Joe right now. For a moment she considered not answering it, but maybe it was Stephano. She crept along the hallway, wondering if she could possibly take a peep through the letter box without whoever it was knowing. Suddenly the door bell rang, startling her, and without a second thought she opened the door.

"Mum!" The last person she was expecting it to be; Delores never turned up unannounced.

"You sounded really upset over the phone, I wanted to make sure you were okay. When I tried to call back it was engaged." She bustled past Andrea, she was already walking into the kitchen putting the kettle on.

They sat down at the table and Andrea explained about Joe turning up. She told her about how he wanted to get back together so he could be involved in Sophia's life and how confused she felt about everything and guilty and scared.

She explained that she'd told Stephano about him and how he had left the café so suddenly without giving her the chance to finish. She told her about the house on the beach and about him wanting her and Sophia to move to Italy

"But do you want to get back together with Joe?" Her mum asked gently.

"No," She shook her head. "No I don't, but he's Sophia's father. I don't know, I felt like I should at least consider it, everyone deserves a second chance. And this thing with Stephano, I like him but I don't know if it's going anywhere. He wants me to move to Italy with him and I can't do that."

"Andi, don't make the same mistake I did. Don't sacrifice your happiness for what Joe wants. I wasted years hoping that your father was going to change, when it was obvious to everyone else he was never going to stop drinking."

"I thought you blamed me for what happened with Joe, for him leaving. That it was my fault for not looking after him properly; for not being a better girlfriend."

Delores frowned. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way Andi. I didn't mean to, I just felt so guilty. I didn't want you to follow in my footsteps. You were so young when you had Sophia, I wanted you to make something of yourself, do something with your life. And you have, Andi! I'm so proud of you."

"Oh mum." Andrea had a lump in her throat.

"I know I haven't met him yet but Stephano seems like a good man. Don't sacrifice your own happiness for Sophia's sake. For what you think you should do. What do you want?"

"I don't know what to do." She said sadly.

"Go to him."

"It's too late."

"It's not too late."

She looked at her watch. "It's 9:30, and it will take me nearly an hour to get there."

"Oh! You mean that kind of too late. That's not so late, I'm sure he'll be over the moon to see you whatever time it is. Stop making excuses and go. Andi wasn't sure, she was worried he wouldn't want to see her. Delores was riffling through the old blue leather handbag she carried everywhere and pulling her purse out of it. 

"Mama, what are you doing?"

"Here. Take this, catch a taxi."

"You don't need to do that."

"Take it. I know you'll catch the bus if you don't take the money. It's too late to travel all the way across town on your own on the bus. I can stay here. I can take Sophia in to school in the morning, just go."

It was more like half an hour at that time of night. Which was lucky, she felt like she was coming apart in the back of the cab as it hurtled through the city. The driver talked at an alarming rate about an incident with a television presenter that had dominated the headlines in the last few days. She hadn't really been following the story closely but his banter was a welcome distraction from the anxiety eating away at her insides. She was so nervous, what if he didn't want to see her? She realized the driver had asked a question, she hadn't heard it, she was sure how to reply.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, what did you say?"

He didn't seem to mind repeating himself at all as he launched gleefully back into his diatribe.

"I mean I ask you, why is it anyone else's business what 'e does with his spare time?"

But she was only half listening to him. She made the occasional noncommittal sound and he seemed to be happy with that. She thought about Stephano as she stared out of the window watching the city at night hurtle by. Somehow, the conversation with her mum and with Joe's dad had finally given her permission to admit her feelings to herself. She didn't want to do what she thought she should do; she didn't want to be with Joe, she wanted to be Stephano. When she considered the possibility that she might never see him again she felt almost as though someone had plunged a hard cold blade into her stomach. She needed to talk to him, to tell him how she felt; to explain that even though she couldn't just drop everything and move to Italy with him she still wanted to be with him, she wanted to somehow try to make it work.

Upon arriving at the hotel, she realised she hadn't given any thought to how she was going to get past reception and to his room. She was assuming he was staying in the same room he usually stayed in but he might not be. The trip had been unexpected and last minute. There were two staff members at reception but they hadn't seen her yet. She wasn't a guest. She couldn't just waltz in. she needed to get past them without seeming like she didn't belong. One of them left and went out the back. She let out a breath, one was better than two, then the phone rang the remaining receptionist picked it up, who ever was on the other end immediately grabbed her full attention.

This was it, this was her moment, she took another steadying breath, straightened her shoulders and strolled past the front desk with all the confidence she could muster, trying very hard to look like she belonged there. As she reached the lifts a pair of doors slid open as she walked a little faster. She reached them just as an older couple left, allowing her to slide right in. She almost forgot herself and slumped in relief, but the porter seemed to be scrutinising her with more interest than necessary. She squirmed uncomfortably wondering if perhaps he recognised her from previous visits. Deciding it was probably her imagination she stared straight ahead as the doors to the lift closed.

She paused outside the room. Was he even staying in this room? He could be anywhere, he might not even be staying in this hotel. She was starting to feel like this whole scheme had been stupid and naïve. She should have just picked up the phone like any normal person would have done. It was getting later and if he wasn't behind this door she would have lost valuable time that she could have spent with him. She could hear talking. She was relieved when she recognized his voice on the other side of the door. Who is he talking to? When confronted with the idea that he might not be alone she nearly turned around and walked right back into the lift. But she didn't, she couldn't just run away, not now, after everything. She listened harder, she could only hear his voice. it occurred to her that he was on the phone. She knocked quietly on his door. She waited, she was beginning to think she had knocked too quietly, that he hadn't heard. She was plucking up the courage to do it again more forcefully when the door swung open and there he was.

At first neither of them spoke they both just stared at each other, he was only wearing trousers and as her eyes roamed appreciatively over his bare torso she was hit by the smell of his shower gel, he must have just showered. A predictable surge of attraction swept through her and she took a shuddering breath as she tried to suppress it and focus on the matter at hand.

Finally he spoke. "Andrea."

She smiled nervously. "Hi."

He stepped out of the way and she wandered into the room and looked around, his laptop was open on the desk, there was a spreadsheet of some sort up on the screen, papers scattered around, an empty cup. She turned to find him watching her with a vulnerable expression. He quickly finished the conversation and put the phone down on a near by surface. He looked almost hungry but frightened. More vulnerable than she had ever seen him.

"You are here."

"Yes." She was only speaking in one syllable words. Her mind had cleared of everything she had planned to say when she arrived. All she knew was that she wanted to be closer to him, to touch him, to press her lips against the bare skin on his chest, to feel the heat of him against her mouth, to lose herself in his intoxicating scent.

"How did you get here? Did you take the bus? You should have called me, I would have come to you." She shook her head, but smiled despite herself. This was so of typical Stephano, to be so overprotective, dominating.

"Who is looking after Sophia?"

"My Mum. Stephano, we need to talk."

"Yes." Taking big strides, he moved towards her and stopped in front of her. He started to unbutton her coat. Taking it off he draped it over the edge of a nearby chair, and grabbed the hem of her jumper.

"Lift your arms."

Without thinking she obeyed and he pulled it over her head.

"You're taking my clothes off," she said, belatedly realizing she was stating the obvious. What was wrong with her?

"Yes." He said, again, as he undid the buttons on her blouse.

Once he'd dispensed with her top he slid his arm around her waist moving her backwards so they were both moving towards the sofa. She wanted to stop, to talk, to tell him what she had come here to say but she was hit so hard with a wave of lust that she was nearly on her knees. The backs of her legs bumped against the sofa and she fell back and immediately he was on top of her, pushing her down.

"We're not going to talk now?"

"No."

He reached behind her and with practiced efficiency he unhooked the clasp on her bra. He ducked down to her feet and started untying her shoes.

"Stephano, we need to talk."

"We will."

She was struggling to focus as he gripped her jeans and yanked them down, pulling them off her.

She frowned, he stopped what he was doing and looking up at her he answered her unspoken question.

"I need to be inside you."

She was baffled again, by this urgent desire he seemed to perpetually have for her, but it didn't last long, she was only in her underwear now and he was trailing his lips along her torso sending a elicit frisson of desire coursing through her, lighting up every cell in her body. All thoughts of talking had left her and she was entirely in the moment as he removed the last of her clothes and started to unbuckle his belt.

He groaned as he thrust into her, after almost no foreplay. As she clung to him all of her anxiety was forgotten. This was where she belonged, with this man, how could she have even considered being anywhere else, doing anything else. Their eyes locked, and she matched his thrusts move for move, as the intensity of their rhythm grew.

Although he was looking at her he seemed detached, as if he couldn't really see her, as if he wasn't really there. She frowned, trying to fathom why that was. He stilled and met her quizzical stare and just like that, he was back in the moment. Cupping her jaw in his hands holding her face he looked at her. She rested her hands on his torso, exploring the contours of his chest with her fingers. Suddenly he snatched both her wrists and pinned them over her head. When he spoke, his voice was filled with a fearsome intent.

"You are mine," His eyes were burning. "You belong to me." She nodded slowly as she gazed back at him.

"Say it." He growled, gripping her hands even tighter.

"I'm yours."

"Again."

"I am yours Stephano, I belong to you." she replied, never breaking eye contact.

A deep primal sound erupted from his chest and he was moving again and her mind emptied as she was swept along by this engulfing consuming need he seemed to have for her. He rode her like a man possessed, gripping her tightly, holding her to him, kissing her everywhere.

He stood up, taking her with him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him, as his hands dug beneath her cupping her arse, pulling her towards him so he could bury himself deeper. He strolled across the room and kicked the door to the bedroom with his foot. It swung open, hitting the wall with a bang. They entered the relative darkness of the room and it contrasted with the harsh lighting they'd left behind. He dropped her onto the bed and she landed with a thump. She whimpered in frustration at being separated from him, at no longer being able to feel him penetrating her. Scrambling upright, he started to take his own clothes off. She watched impatiently, desperate to have him inside her again as he unknotted his tie and started to unbutton his shirt, never taking his eyes off hers. Keen to speed the process up, she tugged at his trousers, pulling them down and doing the same for his boxer shorts.

Her face was level with his erection and suddenly she wanted to know how it would feel to have him in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to give him pleasure. Wrapping her hand around his girth, she opened her mouth and closed her lips over him. She drew him into her mouth and sucked, hard. He filled her, and she reveled in the sharp musky taste of him. She moved up and down his length, dragging her teeth over the head. Her stomach clenched as she heard his sharp intake of breath, and with renewed confidence she sped her movements up, reveling in the opportunity to be the one in control. She stole a glance upwards, hoping to see his expression. She was disappointed; his head was thrown back and all she could see was his throat and the cut of his jaw. She lowered her eyes and directed her full attention to giving him pleasure. As she moved up and down the column of his shaft, exploring it with her tongue, his hands snaked up and his fingers threaded through her hair gripping her head. She moved more ferociously; his breathing had changed and she knew if carried on she could bring him to climax and she wanted to do that. She wanted to make him lose control. He made a strangled sort of sound and tried to pull away but she clamped her hands around his hips, clutching at his buttocks and held him to her, refusing to let him withdraw.

"Andrea," He said urgently, his voice thick with his arousal. "I don't want to..." but he didn't finish the sentence and she felt a wave of triumph as her mouth filled with warm salty liquid. He gripped her hair with his fists, holding her to him, trapping her. 

"Santo cazzo Madre di Cristo!"

He released her and she pulled away, falling back on to the bed, wiping the remainder of his seed from her lips with her fingers, she looked up and met his gaze, failing to suppress her triumphant smile. Stephano was so dominating, so controlling in bed that she often felt like their lovemaking was something that happened to her, and she was pleased to have played a more active role. His eyes seemed to be alight with a playful expression that she hadn't seen before. 

He crawled onto the bed and kissed her, his mouth pressing against hers. Rolling onto his back he pulled her with him, onto his chest and wrapped her up in his arms. He was holding her as though he might never let her go, she waited for him to loosen his grip or to move but he didn't do either. His playful mood seemed to have dissipated as suddenly as it had arrived and he seemed pensive and serious again.

"I thought you were going to leave me. I thought you were going to go back to him."

He was looking not at her, but straight up at the ceiling as he spoke. "I thought it was the right thing for you, I didn't want to interfere." He paused and his jaw clenched, she waited for him to continue.

"I was afraid. I was going to beg you not to leave me, in front of all those people." He was speaking the words in a rush.

She gasped and he looked at her finally.

"I didn't want to influence your decision. I didn't want to make it any harder than it had to be for you."

She was still reeling from the admission that he would even consider begging her not to leave him when he started speaking again.

"But he cannot have you."

"Stephano I was never seriously considering going back to him, I just..."

"I would not have let you, maybe it is the right thing, for the three of you to be a family again, but I can't allow it. You are mine," his voice hardened. "He needs to understand that."

A vein pulsed in his neck. Tentatively she ran her fingers across his chest, she needed him to understand that although he might become an unavoidable part of their lives, Joe wasn't any kind threat to them.




The Maid Ch. 07



"I don't want to be with him Stephano, I want to be with you."

He watched her through narrowed eyes without speaking.

She continued. "I just needed some space, some time to think things through. He just turned up out of the blue, it was such a shock."

He still didn't speak. She worried about what was going through his mind. He moved, turning to her so they were lying face to face. He was scowling as he cupped her face in his hands.

"I can look after you. I will take care of you, both of you. You don't need him."

There was a possessive undercurrent to the words and she felt herself bristle.

"I don't need anyone to look after us, it's lovely that you want to, but I can do that myself and we were doing okay before you came a long and I'm sure we'll be fine when you've gone."

His face darkened, she realized as soon as the words left her mouth that they were a mistake.

"I am not going anywhere."

"I'm sorry, I just, I'm used to doing things on my own, I'm used to being independent, I'm frightened, I don't want to lose myself and I..." She frowned, and bit her lip. "I don't have a good track record with people sticking around."

"I will never leave you."

"You can't know that Stephano."

"I do" there was a fervent undercurrent running through the two words. 

She frowned, wishing she didn't find it so hard to believe him.

He sighed "I'm sorry, these last few days must have been hard for you. I am not helping. I don't want to make things more complicated."

"I love you, Stephano." The words had crept out before she had a chance to think them through, to decide whether it was the right thing to say but as she spoke them she realised that she wanted him to know.

He grinned, and it transformed his face. He looked younger, like a little boy who'd just woken up and remembered it was Christmas day and soon she was smiling too, she couldn't help herself, the grin was contagious.

"I love you too. I have never felt this before, not for anyone."

"Neither have I." She replied, not quite believing that his feelings matched the intensity of hers, despite all the signs. All sorts of emotions welled up inside her, making her giddy.

Suddenly she wasn't draped over his chest anymore, he was on top of her. He started to frantically push her disordered hair away from her face and cover her in kisses. It tickled, and she was laughing, squirming, begging him to stop. He gripped her waist with both his hands pinning her in place and the tempo of the kisses changed. They were slower, deeper, summoning the hunger in her that had been hovering just below the surface. His lips began to drift down her throat tantalising her already too sensitive flesh. She was finding his touch almost too much to bear and her fists bunched as she gripped the duvet beneath her.

He pulled her thighs apart, draping her legs over his shoulders and settled between them. He looked up at her, and she felt trapped by his gaze as a lazy grin spread across his face.

"I will give you pleasure you now."

He lowered his face and caught her clitoris in his mouth and dragged his teeth across it. She bucked, crying out, first grinding her pelvis into his face and then arching her back.

At first his touch felt too sensitive after so much build up that she wasn't sure she could bear it and he was so unrelenting. She clutched his hair with both her hands and tried to pull his face away, not sure she could withstand the onslaught, but he had slid his hands underneath her and she could not budge him. Somehow it wasn't too much, the intensity had lessened. His exploration of her was just the right side of glorious. She could feel the telltale heat start to build in her loins and her eyes drifted closed as she started to let herself go, to lose herself to the sensations of her impending climax. 

He pulled away and looked up at her, his lips wet with the evidence of her arousal, his eyes glittering with wicked intent. She whimpered in frustration at the sudden halt in his activity.

"I want to be inside you when I make you climax."

He climbed on top of her and entered her so slowly she felt that she might die of frustration. She ground her pelvis against his, trying vainly to bring herself back to the place that she was before he had stopped, but he pinned her to the mattress with his hips and he laughed.

"No!" She cried, it wasn't fair. She dragged her fingers down his chest.

He raised an eyebrow "You want to draw my blood?" But still he wouldn't allow her to move.

She gripped his head in both her hands and pulled him down to her face so she could kiss him, frantically. When she could feel that he was losing himself in the moment she grabbed the opportunity and swung herself over, catching him by surprise so he was on his back and she was on top of him. They were both breathless and laughing again as she straddled him.

He put his hands behind his head and gazed up at her. "You are so beautiful, I will never tire of looking at you."

She smiled, self-consciously throwing her arm over her chest. She rolled her hips forward, reveling in the sensation of him filling her. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and grinned shyly as her hand slid down her stomach and slipped between the folds of her pussy. When she found her clitoris her eyes fell closed. She moved against him again, faster now, He moaned and her eyes flew back to his. As he ate up the sight of her they were molten with arousal. His hands moved up, gripping her waist as he started to meet her thrusts and she realised what an illusion that had been; she was never in control of this, he was just letting her think she was. He brushed her hand out the way and started to rub her clitoris with his thumb. Touching herself had felt nice, she would have made herself come. The idea of doing it in front of him while she was riding his erection thrilled her, but filled her with trepidation all at once. But his touch, his touch was a whole other thing, soon she was finally tumbling into an intense orgasm. 

It was like a tsunami, as a myriad of unexpected emotions washed over her. Falling forward she clung to his chest as though he was her anchor as she weathered the storm. But she didn't have time to really acknowledge her feelings or try to understand them, because he was lifting her off of him, turning her over on to her front and pulling her hips up so he could fill her again. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, burying his face in her neck, his hand traveling round to her front so he could slide his fingers into those damp folds and stroke her clitoris as he was slammed into her.

Soon she was coming again. Her orgasm was less intense but it was more sustained. He wasn't far behind her. It was his turn to fall forward and she collapsed under the weight of him and they both just lay, as their breathing returned to normal. 

She sat up, full of that warm fuzzy post coital feeling as she noticed a small blue coat on hanger, hanging on the door. She hadn't seen it before, she got up and wandered over to it and lifted it down. it was the coat from the shop; the one she was going to buy for Sophia before they found the football kit. She spun round and faced him.

"Stephano?"

He grinned.

-

It was a few weeks later, a sunny Sunday autumn afternoon. Stephano had driven from the airport directly and was collecting Andrea so they could go down to Eleanor and John's house for dinner. With everything that had happened the promised meal had taken longer than expected to arrange, the invitation had been months ago, after the fire. She thought back to that time, he had still seemed like a stranger then, mysterious and intimidating. 

They hadn't seen Stephano since that day, and although they always asked about him and she was feeling apprehensive. She hadn't seen them much since the awkward telephone conversation with John. They had collected Sophia the night before but they hadn't stayed for long.

He wrapped his arms around her and she was back in the present.

"You are okay?" He asked.

She nodded and he kissed her. A slow lingering kiss that had her wishing for more, wishing she had time to pull him into her room and into her bed.

"Where is Sophia?" He asked.

"She's there already. She stayed with them last night. I just spoke to her on the phone. She is baking you a cake, she's very excited about it."

She watched as a smile slowly spread across Stephano's face, that warm, indulgent smile that seemed to be associated with Sophia alone. They had spent some time together and they got on well. He was patient and gentle with her.

They were getting in the car when she noticed a large box on the back seat. A closer inspection informed her it was an electric chip fryer on the back seat. She looked at him questioningly, raising her eyebrows at him.

"A gift."

"So you do have a sense of humour?" She asked him, teasingly.

"It's safer." But there was a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.

During the journey she reflected on what had happened with Joe when they had met last Saturday. He had wanted to meet Sophia, but she wasn't ready for that. At the last minute she had decided to leave Sophia with her mum. And they hadn't met in Marine Ices either, that would have been too emotionally loaded. She had surprised herself, with how resolute she had been, how assertive. She was honest with him about her concerns about his commitment to being in Sophia's life, clear that there would be nothing more between the two of them than sharing the parenting of Sophia. He had been shocked, and it dawned on her how much she had changed since she had been with him. She was more confident. "Think about it Joe, call me when you're ready." She hadn't heard from him.

They were outside the house and for a fleeting moment he looked worried. "Is it too much? Do you think I will offend them?" He gestured to the gift in his hand.

"Stephano, I think you could dance naked around the dining room table and you wouldn't offend them."

He looked at her blankly for a moment but then he threw his head back and laughed. She realised it was the first time she's heard him laugh, really laugh. The sound was rich, and unexpectedly her insides clenched. She shook her head, surprised by how this attraction to him manifested itself physically.

Suddenly he was serious again. "I have a something to tell you."

"Oh?"

"I was going wait to tell you later, but I can't wait, I must tell you now." He looked uncomfortable.

Apprehension mixed with excitement skittered down her spine. "What? What is it?"

His brow formed a quizzical line and he still didn't speak, he just looked at her.

"You're scaring me now, just tell me."

"I bought the house."

"You did what?"

But she had heard him right, Her head began to swim as conflicting thoughts and emotions piled up, scrambling for release. He bought the house, what did this mean?

As if reading her mind he stepped towards her and took her face in his hands. She struggled with the urge to pull away, while she was still trying to process what this meant, did he expect them to move there? She thought she had made her feelings about that clear.

"Andrea. I didn't buy it so we could live there all the time. I know you want stay in this country and be a teacher, and I want to support that. We will spend our summers there."

Her mouth fell open. The idea of spending summer in a Mediterranean idyll with Stephano filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling. He was so full of surprises. Some times he seemed like such a chauvinistic dominating arse and sometimes he could be so sensitive, so perceptive.

"I know you want to take this slowly and I can hardly blame you. You don't know me. You have your daughter to consider. I want to be with you, I don't want to mess this up. I nearly lost you."

"You didn't..."

He placed a finger on her lips, cutting her response short.

"It made me realise how much you mean to me, I'm not used to this. I come from a very powerful, traditional Italian family, I am rich, in my world women do not deny me, they do not contradict me. They are usually happy to be with me, to do what I want, to go where I want. You're so strong Andrea, so independent. It fascinates me, it excites me; I don't want to change you."

She frowned. She didn't feel strong or independent when she was with him. She felt like he just had to say the word and she would do anything for him, anything at all, and it frightened her, it terrified her.

"We can make this work. I can come to live here in this country."

Andrea didn't know what to say. She was still learning to trust again, still finding it hard to let go of the past. She took his hand in hers and lifting it to her face she brushed her lips across his knuckles. Their eyes met and she could see that her unspoken communication had hit the mark.



The Maid Epilogue



Hello Romance readers and apologies for gate crashing your category with this final instalment of a thing that has so far lived in non-consent/reluctance.

To Andi and Stephano fans, I'm sorry about the delay to the arrival to this short piece, it should have come along a lot quicker than it did but tragedy struck in my small literary world. 

My beloved beta reader Lexi (vmc123) suddenly passed away a few days after the final chapter of The Maid was posted. She was living with a chronic illness and her passing had always been a very real risk, still it came as a shock to me. Despite living on different continents we'd grown close in the short time I'd had to know her, we were in contact almost daily and she had become a very integral part of my writing process.

My initial thoughts were not to write the epilogue at all but to leave the story as it was; I felt it would be wrong to complete it without Lexi as really this was much her tale as it is mine, but on the other hand there are many lose ends left untied and eventually I decided it wasn't fair on you, the readers, or respectful to Lexi's memory to leave it at that. Instead as a final tribute to her I am using a suggestion she made; unlike the rest of the story -which was told from Andi's perspective, in this final part will be from Stephano's point of view. 

At this rate the 'authors note' is going to be longer than the epilogue but I still have to thank the many friends I have made through Literotica for their unwavering support, I don't want to mention you all by name, because that would be very convoluted and I might forget someone, but you know who you are. The exception to this would have to be Apple_of_Eden whose friendship and support was indispensable to me in those first few weeks. 

And of course thanks to misternik, who managed to do some editing, before I got impatient and uploaded it without giving him the chance to finish! 

~

Stephano gazed out towards the horizon. He hadn't looked at the time yet, but it must have been early; the sun was low in the sky and the sand still felt cool beneath his feet. Sophia's excited cries reached him from where she played at the water's edge, and he watched her hop up and down as the cold water lapped at her feet.

She loved the sea. Every morning when he woke she would already be throwing her night clothes off, pulling on her swimming costume on and sprinting down to the beach as fast as she could run. Andrea would be stumbling out of bed and rushing to dress so she could follow her out into the bright morning, calling admonishments to her for going outside unaccompanied. Every time her words fell on deaf ears because each new morning yesterday's entreaties would be forgotten in Sophia's excitement to get back to the water.

It had been almost a year since Andrea had finished working at the hotel to start her PGC, and it had been surprisingly easy for him to arrange things so he could work more from London. The three of them had fallen into a comfortable routine, which would occasionally involve him collecting Sophia from afterschool club. Cautiously he entered this new unfamiliar world, filled with curious glances and unspoken questions. When Sophia saw him she would launch herself into his arms, presenting him with her latest artistic creations and photocopied letters on colourful paper and he found himself oddly touched by her enthusiastic welcome. Andrea would return everyday from university or her class placement, exhausted but her eyes were bright and she was always smiling. Often, he would cook them dinner as she regaled them both with stories about her young charges and the mischief they got up to or the funny things they would say.

Her apartment was too cramped for the three of them; the kitchen was tiny and it was damp in the poorly ventilated bathroom. She insisted it was fine and that she loved him being there, but he didn't want to overstay his welcome. He wanted to buy a property in London; a bigger place which they could all live in, so they could make a home together. As always, he was impatient to take it to the next level, to commit to her, to make their relationship more permanent, but when he broached the subject of moving he noticed Andrea seemed to withdraw a little. She didn't disagree but she wouldn't look at him either, instead her eyes seemed to skirt around the room as she fiddled with the hem of her jumper. He knew he was pushing her. He'd learned to read the signs and it was still too soon, she wasn't ready for that step yet.

He wondered why he was so impatient. What was it about her that affected him in this way? He'd never felt this urgency before. He had this yearning to take care of her, to take care of both of them, and it seemed to consume him. This had never happened to him before; normally he was the one who panicked about commitment, as soon as there was talk of moving in together, of marriage or children he would be the one to clam up or run away. He smiled to himself at the irony of it. Maybe he was just too used to always getting his own way? Andrea never made those kinds of demands of him. Instead she was fearful of giving up her independence, reluctant to allow herself to be looked after. It was hardly surprising given her history, he supposed. He scowled, as he always did when he thought about Joe and how he had walked out on a pregnant teenage Andrea. He realised he had tensed up. Unclenching his fists, he focused on a small boat that was bobbing up and down in a distant cove and tried to calm his breathing.

Sophia had formed the beginnings of a tentative relationship with her father, but so far they had only spent time together when she was visiting her grandparents When they returned from their break, there were plans for Joe to take Sophia to the zoo for the day one Sunday.

He tried not to worry about Joe when he had to be in Milan, but to say he didn't would have been a lie. Joe had been Andi's first love; he was Sophia's father, theirs was a special relationship and there was nothing Stephano could do to change that. He hadn't forgotten that Joe had wanted to rekindle their relationship when he'd found out that Andrea was seeing someone new. Stephano would have been happier if Joe had stayed in the past.

They had only met once, when Stephano and Andi had collected Sophia from Brighton a few months ago it had been awkward. In the short time they had been in the same room the two men had not spoken. He had shaken Joe's hand when it was proffered, but he'd given no returning smile. He'd been too busy trying not to allow the irrational possessive rage that was creeping up the inside of him and threatening to burst out show on his face to risk trying to smile.

Andrea was so patient with Joe, so encouraging as he carved out a new life for himself after his time in rehab. He didn't deserve her support, not after the way he had treated her, he didn't deserve to have a second chance at being a father after what he'd done, but Joe did seem to be committed to building a relationship with Sophia and to sticking around. Stephano couldn't help but to admire Andrea for putting the past behind her and doing what was best for Sophia.

***

They had Stephano's sister for lunch the previous day with her husband and their two boys. It had gone well. Nicole had been curious to meet the woman who had stolen her brother's heart so entirely.

She had known him through a few relationships; she had even met some of his previous lovers, but only casually. He had never made the effort to formally introduce them. So at the invitation, despite usually having quite a reserved relationship she had suddenly reached over and pulled him into her arms and kissed him on both cheeks, her accompanying laughter was loud and abrupt, almost as though she had surprised herself with the contact. Her eyes were sparkling and she was grinning when she pulled away again.

"You must like this new woman, if you're introducing her to your family."

"She's not that new." He frowned, as he wondered why he'd made the offer in the first place. He hadn't really thought it through before he'd asked. "It's not a big deal, I thought it might be nice."

"It will be lovely. What shall I bring?"

And although Andrea was excited to meet Stephano's sister, as the day had drawn closer she was also nervous. She fretted about what they would make for lunch. The day before, Stephano found her standing in the bedroom, hands on her hips, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. The floor around her feet covered with her discarded clothes. He had pressed himself up against her and pulled her into his arms, watching her reflection in the mirror over her shoulder. He swept her hair to one side and as he trailed kisses along the fragrant skin of her neck, telling her it didn't matter, that what she wore wasn't important, but she had sighed and told him he didn't understand.

Later that day, at his insistence they had driven into Florence and he had taken her to the historical quarter of the city so he could buy her something to wear. When they arrived and she realised his intention, she tried to say he didn't need to take her shopping and that the clothes in these shops were too expensive. He could see the longing in her eyes as she gazed around at the shop windows, and it didn't take much to convince her to let him.

When the day had had finally arrived, Sophia had initially been shy with the two boys. They were were older bigger than her, she couldn't understand their enthusiastic questions. At first she clung to Stephano's legs as they tore about the small cottage like a herd of elephants, bumping into things and calling out to each other. Andrea gave her some ice-lollies to share with them, and soon she had lost her initial shyness and she was marching them down to the beach, showing them her favourite rock pools and earnestly explaining all about the anemones that dwelled in them, as though she was divulging most vital, confidential secrets. By the awed expressions on their faces, the boys thought so too. Stephano smiled as he recalled how she held their attention unwaveringly even though they could hardly understand a word she was saying. And soon enough it was as though they'd all known each other forever. He marvelled at Sophia's resourcefulness when she needed to make herself understood and her Italian - which although still rudimentary - was coming along leaps and bounds in the few short weeks they had been there.

It was clear that his sister approved of Andrea too. He watched them as they ate, chatting and laughing together and he felt a surge of pride. Seeing Andrea with his family was like seeing her for the first time all over again, she seemed to shimmer like a diamond. When she smiled he felt his insides warm and when she laughed he wanted to reach out and touch her. Discreetly he glanced at the clock over the mantelpiece, it was only 5pm; they could still be here for hours yet. He was already feeling impatient to be alone with her again. As he sighed he felt a twinge of guilt for feeling so inhospitable, he hardly saw his sister, and now she was here he was wishing her away. At that moment Andrea turned and looked up at him, perhaps she could feel him watching her. Their eyes met he could tell she could see what he was thinking in his eyes and she smiled a secret knowing smile.

Nicole insisted on helping Andrea clear the table and they giggled together as armed with plates and cutlery they both disappeared into the kitchen. When he arrived to look for a bottle opener they both fell silent and turned to look at him. Andrea was hiding her mouth behind her hand, and his sisters eyes sparkled mischievously. Later that evening he had been relentless in his attempts to make her admit what they'd been talking about, but despite his best efforts but she wouldn't tell him.

He sat on the bed and frowned as she disappeared into the bathroom, he wasn't sure how he felt about Andrea and his sister having secret, giggled conversations that he wasn't allowed to know about. She emerged from the shower and as she brushed her teeth he could see her through the open door, she looked over her shoulder and grinned

"Are you sulking, Stephano?" 

He opened his mouth, to staunchly deny the accusation, when he realised that he was sulking he closed it again. Instead his eyes drifted over the small white towel she was wearing, and the way in which barely concealed her naked body. He grinned to himself as he recalled the ensuing sex.

A large black dog galloped into view, interrupting his thoughts. He bristled, poised to call Sophia back to the house, or move closer to her, but after circling around a few times and sniffing at something he couldn't see it, disappeared again.

Andrea emerged smiling from the house, wearing a dressing gown, hair still tousled from sleep. She handed him a cup of coffee and resting hers on the low wall in front of them she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest. He held her to him, resting his chin on her head. Predictably a surge of desire rose up in him, not the tsunami of lust physical contact with Andrea usually brought with it; it was gentler than that, but still he had the urge to lift her into his arms and carry her back to bed so he could sate his desires, but he knew he mustn't. They couldn't leave Sophia unattended.

Together they watched as the sun crept higher. Already holidaymakers were starting to arrive with picnic blankets and parasols, but so far they were still enough of a distance away for Stephano and Andrea to feel they were still alone. There was talk of sun block for Sophia, who had begun to construct a sand castle of epic proportions. It was a complex of turrets and tunnels, the lower outreaches were constantly being washed away as the encroaching tide. This holiday had been first Sophia's real experience of the beach. At first she had sobbed and railed and beat her fists against the sand when the sea obliterated her creations but now she understood and she seemed to delight in the destruction it inevitably wreaked.

They stood in silence for a while, watching the seagulls as they swooped around the low cliff face. Enjoying the relative peace and quiet while Sophia was distracted until Andrea spoke.

"I love you." She said it so quietly that at first he wasn't sure she'd even spoken. They were only words, three simple words and it wasn't the first time she had said them. But coming from Andrea, spontaneously spoken, knowing what it took for her to say them, they meant the world to him.

The End



The Maid in the Jacuzzi



Genevieve was rarely homesick now. She'd found other ways to keep herself busy since she had taken up sleeping with her employer, the man who owned the expensive estate she worked on.

Gen was the personal maid to a millionaire family run by a young CEO who was coming slowly into his inheritance as his father continued to ail. He was rich, indulgent, good looking, and arrogant. And he loved his privacy as much as he loved having sex with the people who worked beneath him. Hiring Gen while on a trip to Paris was for him a natural thing. She was pretty, with short curled blonde locks around her shoulders and almond-shaped blue eyes. And she was easy, and liked to suck cock. How could he go wrong? 

Moving her to America was not so hard to do, either, not for a man of his growing means. He got the passport, the work visa, and she was on a plane and moving into his homes as easily as it was to say it. Gen followed him around, acting as his personal maid, because he knew he could trust her. She was a twenty-something girl who knew she had a good thing going on, and didn't have any aspirations of her own. She wouldn't give out any of his personal information, he was pretty sure he'd bought her silence with his money. And he could afford to have one maid around that would move with his household, from place to place, without making attachments. 

Gen fit the requirements perfectly, and wondered who had done all this for him before she came along. She wasn't his personal advisor. He had a whole team of those. She wasn't someone he shared intimacy with constantly, either. He had women he was courting both publicly and privately who had earned that place with their beauty, notoriety and money. She was just a maid. 

But it was Gen that cleaned up for her boss. It was Gen that took care of things like the mess immediately after his late night parties and indulgences. She picked up the trailing clothes and spilled glasses. She cleaned up the left-overs that probably only old Spanish women would clean up. And she did it without complaining. 

At first, moving to America had left her homesick. But, she had found something new to do, after all, to keep her from feeling so alone. 

Gen had discovered the art of exhibitionism. Unbeknownst to her boss so far, Gen no longer wore underwear when she worked. She wore the expected French maid outfit, because her employer thought it was cute. But he hadn't desired her private company for several weeks now, and that meant he hadn't discovered how revealing that outfit would be if Gen no longer sported a brassiere and panties. The short black skirt was flounced out by attached rippling underskirts added to it for style's sake alone. But now the ruffled up edges barely hid her bare naked nether flesh. Normally she wore a pair of satin panties. But now, Gen wore nothing. 

During her stay with her employer, moving from his out-of-town estates to his inner-city penthouses, Gen had the chance to witness some of his wilder desires. She also had a chance to watch some of his personal movies. And he loved to record women wearing nothing on in public places and then watch the tapes later. 

Watching such a tape one day while vacuuming in a bedroom, Gen had paused to watch the camera zooming in on a woman sitting on a park bench. Her legs were slightly spread while she was engrossed in a newspaper, her face hidden from the camera as it zoomed in between her thighs. Watching the camera, and hearing her employer's familiar panting going along with the tape, had made Gen become instantly wet. And she'd felt the need to masturbate immediately. 

For days, she'd thought about the tape, about what it contained. Men watching women who thought no one noticed that they were exposed beneath their clothing for all to see, if only they knew where to look. 

Gen was hooked. The thought of walking around the rich and lavish houses and apartments, strolling casually by important guests and business men, holding a feather duster or a tray of drinks, and not wearing any panties what so ever -- it was a thrill Gen suddenly craved. 

It was a thrill she intended to indulge! 

Of course, leave it to the boss to suddenly decide he didn't want to have any company, and leave it to him to choose to go to roost in one of the more subdued and boring city penthouses he owned. 

Gen sighed, picking up a pair of jogging pants from off a treadmill and walking toward the bathroom at the back of the small personal gym. There, she deposited them into a large canvas bag hooked up on a frame with wheels, a laundry hamper just for towels, cloths, and gym clothes, or whatever else she might find around this area. 

She moved into the changing room, picking up a white terry cloth robe and dropping it into the hamper. Then she walked around, looking for more left over towels. Gen frowned, finding two leading out onto the balcony. Then she looked up at the sound of running, moving water. 

Someone was in the Jacuzzi! 

Gen pulled back behind the doorway to the change room, peering into the balcony's space. An older man was partially submerged in the Jacuzzi, which was running now. The wooden octagonal tub was steaming, but the thick leafed plants hedging it were still.   The man was asleep.

Gen studied him, coming out further from the change room. He had black hair parted off to one side, flecked with a steely grey streak or two, a stray grey strand here and there. He had the look of a rich man used to luxury, and used to having serving people moving around him. So Gen shrugged and came out of the changing room. 

Slowly, like a panther, she circled around behind the Jacuzzi, keeping herself out of the light of the setting sun in order not to disturb the sleeping man. She didn't recognize him, but now that she thought about it, she had been told her boss's partner in this city would be coming to stay with him. 

This must be him, this must be the man. 

Now on the other side of the tub, Gen found the man's clothes. He had piled them neatly on the short steps into the tub, which was rare. Most men never bothered to clean up after themselves. Gen smiled wryly, wondering if the man was married. She picked up the clothes and took a moment to look at his hands. He was sporting a golden band on his ring finger, so Gen shrugged. All the good men were married. 

The maid took the clothes silently back to the changing room, and dropped them onto a bench inside. Then she went to a set of shelves and got a nice thick dressing robe of near velvety material. Surely the man would appreciate having his clothes out of the way of the water, and being able to find a robe like this nearby would be a delightful convenience. 

Gen took the robe out to the balcony, peering up through the thin slanted screens that kept any high flying birds or bugs from coming into the balcony area itself. The evening promised to be cool. Gen wondered if she should wake the man, or let him wake slowly to the chill himself. She decided the second answer was best. 

As she was walking away from him, Gen heard a slight splash. She turned around, but the man hadn't moved a muscle. She frowned, her pretty lips moving as she bit her bottom lip. 

Was he awake? 

Gen raised an eyebrow and watched for a few more minutes, but the man did not stir. His face seemed serene and well flushed, so he hadn't died. She shrugged, but as she turned to walk away from him this time, a nasty thought occurred to her.

What would it be like to expose herself to him? 

His eyes were closed. He wouldn't see a thing. And it would be such a thrill! 

Gen slowly walked over to the front of the balcony, looking down into the quiet city from the height of the penthouse. No one would see her up here. The nearest buildings were quite far away and most were smaller than the hotel in which her boss had made his home away from home. She turned around, facing the Jacuzzi, and began to unbutton the front of her uniform. 

She peeled each of the buttons apart, one by one, until at last the front of her black dress fell to the sides, and her round breasts pushed forward. Standing with her legs spread, Gen reached down to the hem of her dress and lifted the skirt up, exposing her shaven sex to the man sleeping in front of her. 

He didn't move a muscle. 

Gen smiled, then shivered. She held her skirt up with one hand, letting the other travel languidly down to between her thighs. She cupped her sex with her fingers but took little time before she was pulling her lips apart.

"Mmm," she moaned, beginning to tease at the pearl of her clit.

She fingered it, and closed her eyes, pretending inside her mind that the man in the tub was awake, watching her. Maybe, in her fantasy world, he would be her boss. And he would demand that she do this for him, when he finally realized she wore no panties under her uniform. Maybe he never touched her, never pleased her, but insisted she please herself just like this, in front of him, every night. From a distance. 

Gen groaned, biting her bottom lip harder this time to keep in the whining. She slipped two fingers lower, teasing at the thin but swollen outer labia around her slit. Then she slipped them inside, stretching her hole as she began to vigorously finger her hole. She sighed, letting her head drop back, as she began to climax. Her fingers thrust up and up inside her, in and out rhythmically. 

"Bravo," came a deep and resonating voice. 

Gen's eyes flew open. The man was awake and watching her! 

"Don't stop on my behalf," he said in a quiet but firm voice that spoke of New York elites. 

Gen gulped, blushed a deep burgundy, and ran for the changing room, hiding her face in her hands. She ducked around the doorway, her heart beating hard in her chest as she gasped for breath. 

The man was calling out to her now. 

"Miss? Miss, come back, please. Please?" 

Gen gulped again. Should she go back? She blinked. 

Wasn't this the epitome of all her tiny deceitfulness? Wasn't this what she had hoped for when she started not wearing her panties and bra, to be found out and exposed? 

Slowly, Gen came out from where she was hiding, eyes down, skirt down, hands over her top. 

"Don't be so shy, miss. I wasn't angry with you. In fact, I was quite entertained." 

Was he mocking her? 

She looked up, and he beckoned her closer. 

"Now, what will it take for you to...continue what you were doing?" 

Gen blushed again, looking away from the man's kind but gunmetal grey eyes. 

He waited, then asked her again. 

"Miss? I truly would love to see how you finish up." 

Well, Gen told herself in a slightly scolding tone. This is what you wanted, after all. She looked up and the man patted the stairs top step, smiling encouragingly. Gen came over, slowly, her feet feeling as if they were made of lead. She climbed up the first step, then kicked off her shoes and continued up the next step. On the third step, she sat down, facing him. 

"You're a very beautiful girl. And you were so vocal only a moment ago," he said, putting a wet but very warm hand on Gen's thigh. 

"If Monsieur wishes, I will speak. I do not have much to say, Monsieur. I beg forgive -- " 

"Please," the man said softly, putting up his hand. "Don't beg me, not just yet." 

He put his hand back on her thigh, and Gen sat up straight. He rubbed his fingers in slow, lazy circles, moving steadily up the inside of the maid's leg. 

Gen felt her face flushing, getting heated as his touch came close to being intimate just before he pulled away. 

"Now, where were we?" he said. 

Gen coughed slightly. Was she really about to do this? Was she really going to continue...touching herself? In front of a stranger? 

Yes. She was. 

Gen looked down, lifting up the hem of her skirt again and pulling the ruffles out of the way. She blinked, seeing her shaven pussy in a new light suddenly. It practically glowed. She moved her fingers to her hairless mons. 

"Part yourself for me," the man said quietly. 

And Gen did. 

She tucked her skirt under her elbows, holding it against her torso as both her hands went to her smooth cunt lips and began to pull them apart. 

"You're a very beautiful young woman. I can see why he likes you. Please, go on." 

Gen stared down at the pearlescent and glistening clitoris situated at the top of her sex. Then she put one fingertip on top of it, and rolled it slightly in its hood. The feeling made her gasp. 

"More," the man said in a husky voice. 

Part of the maid thought she should look up and see if he was playing with himself in the Jacuzzi jets. But part of her knew to just keep at what she was doing. If anything was exciting him, it was watching her give herself pleasure. And that itself was enough inspiration for her to continue. 

Gen put two fingers on her clit now and rubbed it faster, harder, teasing it until it was completely stiff and erect, a tiny hard bud in her sex. Then she moved her two fingers lower, smoothly sliding them over her folds. The man groaned, watching her as she moved her fingers over her sweet and juicy inner labia. They were slender compared to the chubby ones she was holding aside, but they were even more sensitive. She played over them, groaning.

"Go inside. Let me watch you finger yourself." 

Gen obeyed, licking her lips and bending at the waist slightly to watch herself. Her two fingers slipped up inside her wet cunt, as deep as she could make them go. Then she wriggled them once before pulling them back out. Into herself they went again, and soon, she was finger-fucking herself furiously.

The man was groaning, audibly, watching her. Gen looked up, staring at his face with her desire. And he happened to look up himself just then. Without saying a word, he reached out and gripped her by the hips. Mercilessly, he pulled her into the hot broiling waters of the Jacuzzi, and put her in his lap. Gen put her hands on either side of his face, her nails clinging to his moist dark hair. 

She could feel his hands underneath her, between their bodies. He gripped his hard cock and slickly slid it up inside Gen's now aching sheath until she was completely full of him, full of this cock that she had yet to see but could not feel every inch of. 

Gen sighed, riding up and down in the water. The man's hands were on her hips for only a moment before he realized Gen needed no help and encouragement. Then they were in her uniform, pulling it off her shoulders until her breasts were completely exposed. Gen watched as his mouth quickly came down over one rosy nipple, suckling and biting at it hungrily. 

It was not long before they were both cumming on the balcony, in the Jacuzzi, the hot waters roiling around them more from Gen's bouncing and his gyrations than from the hot water jets spilling around them.

"Gods, no wonder he takes you everywhere," the man said, groaning as he finished spurting his seed deep inside the maid's womb. 

"Monsieur," Gen gasped. "I must ask who you are!" 

"You don't know?" the man said, gasping and panting and looking up at Gen. 

She petted his cheeks, staying still in his lap and keeping his half-hard cock still deep inside her sex. 

"Non, Monsieur, I do not! I am sorry, I must seem...loose. I thought it would be okay if we made love, Monsieur. I am so sorry!" 

"No no no! It's okay!" 

The man smiled gratefully at Gen, stroking her breasts with his warm hands. 

"I haven't had sex like that in ten years. You are wonderful, every bit as wonderful as he said you would be." 

"He told you of me?" 

"Of course! You're the only maid he has that doesn't wear underwear." 

"He noticed?" 

"He did. And he told me to come here." 

"Monsieur are you -- " 

"I'm his father." 

The man smiled brightly, and pushed himself further up into Gen, even with his flaccid member. And she smiled back, blinking. 

This was her employer's father? Now she could understand better his wild sexual ways. And to think...he had noticed her pantyless condition after all! 



The Maid Of Dishonor



This is an actual story that did infect happen. It happened about 2 years ago when my wife went out of town for a convention. I had been in contact with our maid of honor knowing my wife was going to be gone. She and I decided to go out on the town. I told her I wanted her to wear her shortest skirt and a thong. It had been an on going joke between her and I. 

Well as you could guess I was extremely excited for when my wife left. I got all dolled up and met her in the bar we decided to met at. It was near my house, because if we got drunk it would be a short drive home. Emmy is not a perfect 10 by any means but a definite 8.5. She is about 5' 2" and 118 with a B Cup. She has longer brown hair just about to her butt. When I saw her that night I knew I was going to have her. She was wearing a skirt that you could see the bottom of her ass, as she loved to see me get in trouble with my wife.

We started to drink and I thought if I could get her to keep up with me I would definitely score. As we were sitting there I notice she decided not to wear a bra under her shirt as it was extremely hot out. I made a comment on how much easier it is going to be to see her tits now that she wasn't wearing a bra. All she said "well we will have to see about that now wont we?" I just smiled to myself knowing she was going to be mine. We got up and danced and found ourselves grinding on the dance floor. She ended up turning around and bent over and acted like I was taking her from behind. It was great, here I am in the middle of the dance floor with a raging hard-on grinding it into my wife's best friends pussy. I then looked down to see her skirt riding up to the point I could see the g-string from her panties. Her skirt was riding up that high. I couldn't control myself I blew my load. Thank god I wore underwear that night. We got done dancing and decided to leave. I obviously made a pit stop in the mens room to remove my underwear.

When we got back to my place even I was drunk. I knew she loved to suck cock when she was drunk so I thought now was my chance. She could barely walk into the house so there was no way she was going to remember anything if it was going to happen. I gave her a pair of my oversized shorts to wear and a tee shirt so we didn't stink like smoke anymore. She just dropped here skirt and whipped off her top in front of me. I said "see I told you I was going to see your tits." She just smiled and got dressed. I asked her if she wanted a back rub. She said no because she ends up fucking the guy when she is drunk. She said she was going to go to bed so I showed her to the spare room. She locked the door and got undressed. I was bummed out, so I got ready for bed and jumped in bed. About 5 min later she came out of the bedroom to use the bathroom, she was naked and didn't think I would be awake to see her. She went back into her room and relocked the door but didn't shut it all the way. 

About ten min later was when I was ready to get laid. I figured to give her that much time to let her pass out. I was correct with my assumption, dead to the world. I slid into the bed next to her and she didn't move. She was under the sheet on the bed and I could tell see was still naked. I put my hand on her belly and went slow. She never even moved, I slowly moved up to her tits and cupped them. I played with them for what seemed like hours in reality a few min. I decided it was my best chance to get some tonight. I moved my hand down and found her pussy was shaved like she always teased me. I had to move her leg so I could start to play with her pussy. I was a little surprised to find it already wet. I wondered if it was her grinding on my cock while dancing. I started out with 1 finger then added a second. I decided to pull off my shorts and really go for it now. I was rock hard and I got up on my knees as I fingered her pussy. I didn't know what to do next. She moaned and ended up leaving her mouth open about an inch. I climbed up to her face and set my cock on her bottom lip. She didn't move at first, she moaned again while I still was fingering her. That's all it took , when she moaned she ended up rolling her head towards me and my cock slipped into her mouth. It almost became natural for her to start sucking my cock. It was more you would suck on a lolli-pop feeling then head. I started fucking her mouth because that is the first place I wanted to cum. I seemed like only 30 seconds after I blew my second load of the night. I ended up cuming in her mouth and she swallowed it to my amazement. 

I decided at that point is when I was going to go for the gold. I slid down and started at her bald pussy. Stuck my tongue out and touched her clit. It looked huge, but I was still kind of drunk. I started eating her out like it was my last meal as I was doing that I wanted to see if I could get a finger in her ass. I licked my finger as she rocked her hips from me eating her out I put my finger on her little rose bud. It only took about 2 seconds and I had I finger in her ass up to my second knuckle. By this time I decided to get one of my wife's toys and try to get a DP from this experience. I got the medium sized toy from our hiding spot. I got back to eating her out and put a little pressure on her ass to see if it would slip in. it did not go. I decided to try 2 fingers in her ass first and pop they went in. When they went inside she called out her boyfriends name "Jeff stop that." I got scared but she stopped moving, so I continued on. I wanted this bald pussy wrapped around my cock now. I got up and put the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. It did not take to much pressure to get it to slid in. I decided now that I have what I want I didn't care if she woke up. I started laying into her like I hadn't been laid in a year. Then it happened she woke up and saw me fucking her. I stopped to see what she was going to do. All she did was say "Your wife is going to kill us." at this point I decided to finish up and call it a night. We fell asleep in each others arms. 

I woke up to the felling of my dick getting sucked. It dawned on my that it was Emmy. As I opened my eyes she did the unthinkable, that's right, she slid her finger into my ass. I didn't know what to do she said it was pay back. I couldn't believe this here I am laying in my spare bed room, getting my cock sucked, and there was a finger up my ass and I liked it. She said "FUCK ME" that's all I needed to hear. I got up and bent her over the bed and took her from behind. I looked down and was watching my cock slide into her pussy when it hit me. I pulled it out and put it back in a few times acting like I had bad aim. About the fifth time I hit the grand Slam, I buried into her ass. She just froze, so I didn't move she called me an asshole which I deserved. She slowly started pulling it out then shocked the hell out of me by pushing my cock back in. I ended up fucking her like that for a few minutes then blew my load again. I got up and jumped into my bed and slept the rest of the night off. We both woke up about the same time in the morning, I didn't know what to say. She said if I pulled shit like that again she was going to fuck me in the ass. I laughed and told her to bring it on cause that means I get to fuck her again. But that is another story.