Maid for Punishment

Maid for Punishment

Lacey Harper

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Maid for Punishment

When Krista's boyfriend gets a little too rough in bed, she can't escape. But when her sexy employer comes home early from a boxing match, he catches them in his bed and decides to teach her a lesson. Desperate to save her job, Krista agrees to spend one night with the dangerously sexy boxer. Cuffed to the bed, she endures a long, hard punishment session and gets a lesson in everything she never knew she needed.

Content Warning: This short story contains adult material with explicit sexual situations and language. All sexually active characters in this work are 21 years of age or older.

Maid for Punishment

Lacey Harper

Maid for Punishment

Copyright© 2014 Lacey Harper

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Krista struggled to free her slender neck from Dirk’s rough grasp. Her boyfriend completely crossed the line with this stupid porno reenactment.

“You’re so fucking hot when you panic.” Dirk drove his cock deeper into her pussy.

She rolled her eyes, so lame. If he wasn’t the hottest, most connected guy at the university she’d dump him. But being with him elevated her from lowly freshman to campus royalty so she’d endure some of his crap.

Dirk ground his pelvis against her. “Take it deep like a good little slut.”

She tried to tell him how stupid he looked but his fingers clenched tighter. A tingle of fear rippled along her spine. He’d never taken the game this far before. Usually he’d put a hand around her throat and although he used a firm grip, he never squeezed. This was getting way too weird.

His fingers coiled tighter. “God, you’re wet. You like this don’t you?”

She shook her head but it barely moved. He laughed and pounded her pussy harder. Done with his bullshit, she grabbed his wrist and yanked.

He released her neck and
clutched her shoulders. His nails dug into the tender flesh. “I’m gonna dump a load in you, get ready baby.”

She sucked in a breath. “
Get the fuck off of me.”

“
Stop being such a bitch.”

Dirk
grabbed a pair of lacy white panties off the bed and wadded them in his fist. “If you don’t shut the hell up—”

A deep male voice cut him off.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing in my bed?”

Krista froze at the sound of her employer’s voice. Grant wasn’t supposed to be home from
the boxing match in Atlanta for two more days. She’d only agreed to have sex with Dirk in Grant’s bed because she was sure he wouldn’t come home and catch them. And, she hadn’t even stopped partying long enough to clean the mansion. Strike two. Her job as a maid for the most famous boxer in the world was basically gone. She’d be back to cleaning disgusting hotel rooms before the end of the week.

Dirk’s
already pale skin flashed lightening-white. Two broad hands grabbed the younger man’s shoulders and tore him off her. He landed in a heap on the floor.

Grant
towered over her idiot boyfriend. Rage rippled along his ridiculously sexy arm muscles. “Who the hell are you?”

Dirk held
his hands up in surrender. “Sir—”

Grant addressed her. “Was he hurting you?”

She hesitated. Hurting? Not really, well kinda. She probably could have handled Dirk, but he was acting so weird, who knows. Everything was happening so fast she wasn’t sure how to respond. If she said he was hurting her, then Grant would probably kill him. But she couldn’t exactly admit to liking rough sex either. She nodded but didn’t say a word.

Her employer
advanced toward Dirk. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you. You have two seconds to get out of my house.”

“I was just—”

“Leaving before I fucking kill you?”

Her boyfriend scrambled to his feet and grabbed his jeans.
After he jammed both legs in and zipped up the fly, he opened his mouth to speak.

Oh god, shut up
. The stupid jerk needed to hurry up before Grant’s rage exploded.

One look from
the ripped boxer and he closed it without a sound. Tension crackled between the men. It reminded her of a Mexican standoff, only she knew exactly who’d win. Dirk didn’t stand a chance against a man with an entire room dedicated to his boxing trophies.

The half dressed moron stumbled over his shoes as he backed toward the door. He scooped them up along with a black t-shirt then turned and ran.

When Grant didn’t follow, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn’t have to drive Dirk to the hospital.

The front door slammed. The walls rattled for a second,
and then he turned to her.

“
Jesus Krista, are you okay?” His gaze traveled from her face to the swell of her ample chest.

She clutched the
black satin sheet and dragged it to her chin. She’d have to play this up to keep from getting into a ton of trouble. She was getting fired for sure, but in his house and completely at his mercy there were far worse things he could do to her.

“
Thank god you came in when you did. I thought he was trying to kill me.” She ended with a dramatic sniff.

“I’ll handle this.” He stalked toward the door.

“No!” Still holding the sheet, she jumped off the bed and raced toward him. “Don’t leave me. Not right now.”

She
buried her face in his chest and prayed he’d stay. If he left right now, Dirk would end up hamburger, or worse. Her boyfriend, well, soon to be ex-boyfriend, could be a jerk sometimes, but he didn’t deserve to be maimed.

Grant’s
arms encircled her trembling shoulders then pulled her close. “Shh. Don’t cry.”

Between sobs she whispered. “I was so scared.”

“It’s okay baby, I got you.”

She suppressed a smile. So far, so good. He seemed pretty damn convinced she needed to be comforted and not reprimanded.

She brushed her cheek across his strong, masculine chest and sighed. So sexy and so off limits. Mixing business with pleasure could only end in total disaster. She’d learned that at her last job.

“Y
ou’ve got goose bumps." He briskly rubbed her arms.

The friction from the calloused pads on his fingers sent shivers of delight straight through the slick folds of her pussy. She didn’t even get to come before
Grant busted in on her and Dirk. That little spectacle stole the orgasm she desperately needed. Tension hummed in the pit of her stomach. She’d give anything to have Grant shove two rough fingers against her clit. That’s all she’d need to come all over his hand.

“You need a nice warm bath.”

He crossed the room and opened the door to the master bath. She followed him into her favorite room in the house. Whenever he left for a match, she’d sneak into his bathroom and take a long hot soak in the Victorian style tub. Pure luxury.

Grant twisted the brushed copper knobs and a cascade of steaming water splashed against the bottom of the tub.
She could hardly wait to wash away the thin sheen of sweat collected on her skin.

He turned and perched on the edge of the tub. His gaze rested on her lips. “I should fire you for fucking that guy in my bed.”

“I’m sorry about—”

“No.”
He put a finger to his lips. “Don’t say another word.”

“But I need this job to pay my tuition. Please, don’t fire me. I swear I won’t do anything like th
is again.”

“I’ll consider it.”

He dipped a finger into the bath then turned the cold water faucet on for a few seconds. He turned both faucets off then grabbed a bottle. The cap popped open and he poured a stream of liquid into the water. As he swirled his hand through the water, a sea of frothy bubbles formed.

“It’s ready.”

She didn’t want to appear too wanton, so she waited for him to leave but he didn’t move. “Are you staying?”

“I think I’ll stay and watch. After all,
it is my bathtub.” A hint of a smile played at the edge of his sensual lips.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“I’ve already seen you naked and you don’t seem to have any shame.”

“If I’d known you were coming home, you wouldn’t have caught me and wouldn’t have seen me naked.”

He crossed the room and grabbed the top of the sheet. “I only saw you in all your naked glory for a few seconds. But it only took a second to see that you have a great body.”

He tugged the sheet out of her hands. She took a step back
but he quickly wrapped an arm around her and drew her closer.

“First you’ll take a bath. Then you’ll repay me.”

“How?” She whispered.

His amber eyes sparkled. “I have some ideas.”

He slowly guided the satin sheet down the length of her body. The heat from his palms seared a trail over her breasts, along the hollow of her belly and done her thighs. He was almost on his knees when he finally released the sheet.

She hurried toward the tub and stepped into the
hot water. Despite the near scalding temperature, she quickly submerged herself until only her head remained dry.

His amused smirk carried into his tone. “I’m going to prepare a few things. Take as long as you need.”

After he closed the door, the breath she’d been holding whooshed out. She had no idea what he was planning but she’d have to go along with whatever it was. Next semester’s tuition was due in a week and without the money from her job, she’d have to quit college.

***

Grant whistled as he wrapped a pair of handcuffs around a bedpost. How many nights had he lain in bed fantasizing about tying the little tart up and making her come until she begged for mercy?

It was sheer luck that the other boxer cancelled the fight. Grant caught the next flight out of Atlanta and happened to come home at the perfect moment. Any sooner and he wouldn’t have found her in such a compromising position. Any later and, well that
frat boy couldn’t have lasted very long with prime pussy splayed out underneath him.

Now he had the opportunity to do anything he wanted to her. But he wasn’t about to do anything to someone unwilling, so he had a few tricks up his sleeves.

He returned to the chest at the end of the bed and riffled through it. He shoved a riding crop to the side and lifted a black leather paddle out of the way. It had to be in here somewhere. He pulled out a brand new feather duster and snickered. Ironic considering she’s the maid, maybe for later.

A small blue egg shaped vibrator
lay hidden underneath a ball gag. He fished it out then set it on the nightstand. A perfect implement of torture. It never failed to elicit the most delicious screams from his partners. He couldn’t wait to hear her cries of pleasure.

She seemed to be taking her sweet time in the bath. He wanted to join her but resisted. He couldn’t appear too eager or she’d think she was completely off the hook for tainting
the bed with a decidedly pedestrian sexual encounter.

Encounters? God he hoped it was only once.
And who fucked in missionary position anymore. With all the porn available on the internet, she should be a little more creative.

He gathered the soiled sheets off the chair where he’d tossed them and stuffed them into a hamper in the closet. She could wash those later.

The sound of water being sucked down the drain drifted from behind the bathroom door. He debated undressing just to see her reaction, but he wanted her to remove each article of clothing, slowly.

The bathroom door swung open.
A white towel covered Krista’s curvaceous body. The creamy swell of her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Tendrils of damp auburn hair clung to her heart shaped face. Her hazel eyes regarded him with trepidation.

Her voice wavered when she spoke. “Did you decide?”

“On what?”

“On how I can repay you.”

“Yes. You can spend the rest of the night in my bed.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “By myself?”

He chuckled. “Well that wouldn’t be any fun.”

“
So I’ll be in bed with you?”

“Exactly.”

“How’s that a fair deal?”

“It seems completely fair. You violated my space by bringing that boy into my bed and now I will reclaim it. Besides, I don’t think you’re in a position to make any demands right now.”

She crossed her arms under her breasts which only pushed them further toward the top of the towel. “Fine. One night.”

He sauntered across the room to where she stood then ran the back of his hand down one shoulder. “
You’ll probably enjoy it.”

She brushed his hand away.
“I’m only agreeing because I need this job.”

“
You’ll keep your job, but not until you’ve been punished. Now, drop that towel and lay down on the bed.”

When she hesitated, he grabbed the corner and yanked. The towel
dropped to the floor. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head then backed her into the nearest wall.

“What the hell?” Her eyes
blazed.

“When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.
”

“Well it’s off now.”

Her defiant attitude sent a ripple of need straight to his cock. Her spirited response made him want to tame her.

Grant
cursed the layer of clothing separating them. He should have undressed too, but the prospect of having her do it for him was too enticing.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“I’m going to release your hands and you’re going to use them to undress me.”