Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black

sex. In fact, Tosh had been certain that he had been hitting on her. But now, watching how he licked the finger clean and shifted to give Mr. Richard an easier time of releasing his hard cock of the confines of his cloths, she had no doubt that this was not a first encounter for them. They knew each other like lovers, but no matter how they touched each other, both their eyes were glued to the maid.
    "Should I even ask if you have properly trained her?" Mr. Thomas asked with a quirked brow that seemed all too knowing for what was in store.
    How often had they taken a woman over a sexual threshold, and should she ignore the twinge of jealousy she was feeling? This was everything she had believed to be taboo. So why was her body humming in betrayal? Watching Mr. Richard caress Mr. Thomas' cock with ease and familiarity felt natural. All of this felt natural.
    "Tosh?" She didn't know if it had been the first or fifth time he had called her name. Hiding behind her blush, Tosh followed Mr. Richard’s snap and did her best to kneel on his side of the bed. "No, my love, you have the right instincts, but the wrong destination." He chuckled, reaching over to release the tray from under her breasts and set the dessert spread on the nightstand to pull her easily across his lap.
    Tosh resembled a fish out of water. Legs and arms singed together, she couldn’t manipulate her own body and was left humbled in the most inconvenient of places. Fearing that she would never be able to stand up from Mr. Richard’s lap, she began to squirm, only earning herself a quick swat on the rear.
    “Behave." Stroking her stinging ass, his free hand made a squeak running over her tightly wrapped and polished body...then Mr. Thomas reached over and began to run his fingers through her fallen hair. Her confinement no longer felt like a punishment, but more like a reward. She had been dressed and prepped so they could use her for all their pleasures and to give to her in return. Their fingers worshiped her, and she submitted to their touch.
    "So I see that her serving skills still need a bit of work, but how is her cleaning?"
    She couldn’t see anything from how she lay, but she could imagine Mr. Thomas' wicked brow arched. If she did choose to raise a protest, it would be with this subject. Mr. Richard failed to mention how well she had scrubbed the spare bathroom and polished the tub...not to mention changed the sheets to the crimson cotton that she now realized had been intended for Mr. Thomas.
    "There’s always room for improvement."
    Unable to contain her distain to his criticism, she kicked and wiggled her ass to perfection for his perusal. She didn’t know what her romp over his already hard cock did to Richard, or how much he enjoyed watching the two perfectly round globes wiggle. Biting back his laughter, he began to turn red, and Thomas watched his struggle with delight. She was everything he had been looking for and hoped she would be when he had first seen her all those months ago. He had gone to the local city college campus to meet up with an old friend who had just started a new teaching position. Crossing the quad, he was instantly drawn to Tosh and her sparkling hair that billowed like clouds over her shoulders. She was a vision reading the popular BDSM Fairy tale spinoff that had once inspired him to his life of a Dom.
    With luck and a couple of favors including free passes to his club, it didn’t take long for Richard to learn her name and story. The more he learned, the more he had to know her. Richard had never been compelled into the role of stalker, but that was growing from a simple entreaty into addiction very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to dream up his plan of planting a faux flyer for a job at the club. Perhaps it wasn't honest, and never had he watched a plan play out as he had dreamed without missing a beat. The only part in all of this was how quickly she had submitted to him...and how quickly he was falling