Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black Page A

for her.
    "Perhaps a little dusting would be called for?"
    "Richard?"
    "Richard?"
    Thomas' voice worked to break through Richard’s memories and guilt. Looking at his friend, he saw knowing eyes look back at him. Damn! When had he become such an open book? He was The Master! The Boss! He wasn’t one to struggle in his role, or to be constricted in guilt for a small deception toward Tosh.
    "Maybe she isn't ready for any more this night." Guilt choking him, Richard tried to retreat.
    "What?" Came a gasp from under the tangled mess of brown locks. Stopping now was a disappointment to her. Was it possible that he hadn’t misjudged his postulant and that she was probably his mate after all?
    SMACK'! His hand came down on her rear with another hard thwack.
    "You don’t like that idea, do you?" He rubbed his hand in circles, long forgetting Thomas' dripping erection. "Perhaps it would do well to see that our new maid works on her dusting and domestic skills? But first, I think you need some tending to my friend."
    Running a finger from base to tip, Richard displayed his friend for her and drew her lips to his cock. She didn’t hesitate or show any restraint. Swallowing Thomas down all the way to the back of her throat, Thomas almost came in that instant. She had lips that could suck a fire hose dry, and Richard had the beautiful view, watching her take his dearest friend in. She was stunning.
    Reaching into the drawer of his bed stand, he almost regretted breaking her concentration, but it was time to begin to prepare her for the two of them. This night she was going to have a taste of all the wonderful things he could bring to her. Starting now with his custom-made duster...lubed for her pleasure.
    Feeding the rubber handle of the feather duster through the laces, he licked it between her cheeks with a swipe, making Tosh jump up. He lifted her head away from Thomas and two protests sounded as Richard tried to ease Tosh into it...or rather ease the plug into Tosh.
    "Hush, my postulant. This won’t hurt you, but I must prepare you. Trust me when I say what you’re about to feel is a minor discomfort." Leaning over, he kissed behind her ear and nipped at the back of her neck, melting her protests. Brown curls fell over when she dropped her head in defeat and tried her best to relax. Cooing and purring his way in, it didn’t take long until Tosh had a feather tail protruding through the laces at the back of her skirt. Loosening the bonds behind her back up to her elbow, he admired how she was an elegant living artwork.
    "Now," he instructed. "I think the time has come for you to see what you can do about all of the dust in this room." Holding tightly to her shoulders, he helped Tosh stand, and then he followed her off the bed to help her gain her balance and adjust the duster properly to give it the most comfortable angle.
    Gulping down a lump of fear, Tosh tried to see through blurry vision. She was so consumed with lust and fear that her mind couldn’t focus long enough to put one foot in front of the other. Her arms no longer felt confined, but rather embraced and the skirt held her knees in tight like an embrace. The duster and laced outfit felt like a lover’s embrace.
    The nearest piece of furniture was a mahogany console that was the perfect height for what she was about to do. Could this be possible and could she follow through with all of this?
    Shuffling across the room, the console was closer than it originally appeared, but it was the vision of the two of them on the bed, legs stretched out in front of them and hand gripping each other’s rock hard rods that was going to knock her off balance. They were a vision both breezed in black and reds, sitting on the crimson bedding, open about their desires and reminding her that it was what she did that inspired their lust. Doing her best not to disappoint, Tosh tried to bend at her knees into a sitting position. The duster gripped tightly in her ass, burning just a bit