Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black Page B

when she finally reached the console. It didn’t take long until her hips began to move with more grace, and she began to envision herself as an erotic French maid, eager to clean and serve.
    "Comfortable?" Mr. Richard asked.
    Looking up from the floor, Tosh was greeted with the most electrifying, arousing sight she had ever seen. Mr. Richards’s dark eyes watched her...reaching into her and stroking her arousal from the inside out. Mr. Thomas was distracted from all of this lying across Mr. Richard’s lap and sucking her employer’s cock into his mouth. Realizing that the lustful look in his eyes that were sucking her arousal from across the room was more for the well-trained mouth. Never would she have imagined that the friendly and masculine man who interviewed her would so enthusiastically suck down his friend’s erection.
    "Tosh?" Mr. Richard’s deep voice was a bit raspy. "Turn around and open the box that is to your right...please!" His moans were getting louder and growing. If someone didn't touch her soon, she was going to melt the dildo handle that she was clutching tight inside of her.
    Dipping at her knees, she reached the box, only to be stopped by his voice that hadn’t lost its command over her senses in his weekend lustful state.
    "No!" Closing his eyes, Mr. Richard swallowed back the impending climax that he had been running from. "Straighten your legs and bend low. I want to see that lovely tail.”
    Tail brought on a whole other meaning to her this night.
    Cold air swept over her very wet and exposed lips. Shockwaves of pleasure circled around her heated core and pulsed through her body, curling her toes and fluttering her eyes. The restraints gave only a couple inches gap between her elbows, keeping her hands from extending beyond her breasts. She stretched and reached out, bringing her head down low so she could lift the lid with her shaking fingertips. The earthy grain of the heavy wood lid felt warm, but almost too heavy for her fingertips to lift. Crying with a creak the box opened to reveal a pair of glittering rings on a bed of red velvet. They were the same size as what she had worn earlier that day, but decorated with a few more stones and linked together with a chain. These would be another step in her lessons.
    The room fell silent as Tosh looked at the torture adornments. Ringing with a chorus of senses, she stretched out a finger to touch and trace the cold metal. They were beautiful, and Tosh had only one thing on her mind. What would it feel like to wear them and how would she get them on?
    "They call out to you?" The deep dark voice breathed over her shoulder. "Don't they?"
    His smooth hand wrapped around her belly first, releasing her arms from bondage before gripping the hook and eyes at the base of her corset. Pop after pop, he worked his way up, releasing her from the Patten leather second skin. Tosh's breath hitched when the corset fell to the floor and a warm tongue ran over the red indentations of stitches left over her sweaty flesh. Next came the laced-up skirt. Thomas pulled the top crisscross of laces until the duster was free to sit imbedded on its own, and he pulled the rest of the skirt down, freeing her of the last bit of clothing. She melted back into Mr. Richard's chest, while Thomas licked her sensitive nipples like a scoop of melting ice cream.
    "Your skin is ambrosia," Mr. Thomas purred, licking and nipping at her.
    Overcome with need, Tosh closed her eyes, trying to fight the tremble that coursed through her body. Mr. Richard kneaded and squeezed her breast with his very large and strong hands. Her cunt began to weep and drip from his touch. Pulling her head back to rest on his shoulder, Mr. Richard kissed the top of her head as he began to pinch and pull on her puckered and sensitive nipples.
    "So responsive." Reaching down, Mr. Richard drove two fingers into her dripping cunt. "Mmm. Warm and wet. You’re a treasure."
    Shamed by the wetness, Tosh turned her head