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  Butch must’ve seen my inner torment written on my face, because he followed up with: “Don’t be mad at her. She was worried about you, and the way that jerk treated you.”

  I sighed. “Yeah, she never approved of me marrying Corey.”

  He spread his arms and looked exasperated. “Can you blame her?”

  I scowled, even though I knew he was right. “What are you, my father?”

  His eyes flashed again. His raven hair was a tangled mess that stuck to his cheeks. The way it framed his face gave him a dangerous look that thrilled me to my toes.

  He placed his long, slender palms on my shoulders, gave me a stern stare. “If you go back to him, you’re an idiot.”

  “I’m not going back to him!” I screamed at his retreating, rippling back. He turned around, so I continued. “I just need a place to stay.” I dropped my head to break contact with his penetrating stare. “Just for a few months.”

  He pinned me to the wall again, smoother this time, but just as lightning quick. I gasped.

  “You know, Casey,” he purred. “I’ve been re-thinking this arrangement. I think they’ll need to be some compensation.”

  “What do you want?” I placed my hands on his pecs and regretted it. They felt too damn good beneath my hands. “Look, I have some cash, but Corey tapped me out--”

  “Geez, what a good guy.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

  I really wanted to punch him in the mouth, but that wouldn’t have been very hospitable. So I gritted my teeth, counted to three, and said, “And I really need to save for a deposit on a new place, but I’m sure we can work something out.”

  I flashed my best sexy smile and batted my eyelashes. If he wanted sex for payment, well, shit, not like it would be hard to do. He was easy on the eyes and a good fuck. And I wasn’t any innocent, so I waited for him to make his proposition.

  “I’m sure we can.” He held his hand out for me to take. “Now, sweetie, let’s go draw up a contract. I’ll call my lawyer.” His smile was positively vulpine.

  “Contract?” I squawked.

  He tried to look innocent as he shrugged. “Well, yeah, we want to make it all nice and legal.”

  I pulled my hand from his and braced both fists on my hips. “Exactly what kind of compensation are we talking about here?”

  “You’re going to be my little sex maid.” The foxy smile returned. “But don’t worry, I’ll get someone else for the heavy duty stuff. I’ll just make you dust the shelves naked while you fuck me.”

  That was it. My hand flew up and connected with his face. Crack!

  “Ouch!” He rubbed his red cheek. “Sonofa--”

  “You have certainly changed, Butch McIntyre!” I huffed.

  “I certainly have.” He took my hand again, smirking as he did so. “Now, about that contract… I can have my lawyer draw one up this afternoon?”

  “Let’s get some clothes on and get going.” I gave him a glare then stalked away from him.

  I take it that means you’ll sign?” The taunt was full of cheek, but then this new Butch was full of confidence.

  ***

  I’d never been so humiliated in all my life. Well, okay, maybe I had been, but my face still burned as I dusted the mantel in a French maid costume that was far too tight. My breasts bulged out the top and the shiny, latex material stuck to my hips and ass like glue. It was also far too short, so the hem dug into my plump butt at mid-cheek. This was what I got for signing his damn contract. Three months as his live-in sex maid, although I doubted I’d be doing much actual cleaning. And it wasn’t a terrible way to pay the rent.

  “Bend down and dust the fire screen,” he commanded.

  I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder. “I thought you didn’t really want me to clean?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t. I want a better view of your luscious ass, and if you dust the fire screen I’ll get it.”

  “You’re a bastard,” I growled as I swept the feather duster over a gold rimmed fire screen.

  “And you’re a mouthy submissive, but no one’s perfect.” His expensive shoes clicked across the parquet floor. “I think you need some discipline.”

  I jumped when his fingers skimmed over my ass. “Excuse me? I’m a grown woman, thank you. I don’t need discipline.”

  “Everyone needs discipline.” He grinned that infuriating, smug grin. “Silly Casey, discipline isn’t always a bad thing.”

  “But--”

  He pointed, and his face clouded with raw lust. “Bend over the couch, now. I want your ass, and I will have it.”

  My retort was silenced by his intense stare. I dropped the feather duster and moved swiftly to the plush leather couch. Once there, I placed my cheek against the cool, dimpled cushion, pressed my body tight against the piece of furniture, and let my ass jut into the air.

  His wide palm cupped my cheek and my pussy twinged, my clit ached to be stroked. I held my breath for a moment as I waited for his next move.

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  I did as he commanded, and he bound my wrists with one of his neckties.

  “What’re you doing?” I protested, despite my intrigue. “You are NOT going to spank me!”

  “Why yes, sweet Casey.” He paused long enough to place a kiss on my damp labia. “I am.”

  His last words feathered my sex with warm breath, making it quiver, making me hornier. I bit back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on I was.

  “Oh, no, you are not!” I squirmed when he placed a hand against the small of my back, pinning me to the couch.

  He clucked his tongue at me. “Casey, sweetheart, I will make this spanking hurt so good you’ll be begging for more. Now, spread your legs and hold still. Let me show you how sensual it can be.”

  His fingers slipped beneath the hem of the super-tight skirt and pulled it up to my waist. An air conditioned draft skipped over my exposed skin, making me shiver. But the coolness was soon replaced by the primal heat of his hands molded to both cheeks. He gripped them firmly and spread them wide.

  I gasped and clenched my muscles when his hot tongue tasted me from the tip of my clit to the tip of my tailbone. He lingered at both holes, thoroughly exploring both with his skilled, wet muscle. My pussy ached to be fucked and seeped juices. Still, I tried to bite back a moan, but I couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that escaped me.

  One hand left my ass, but I was so relaxed I barely noticed. Then it came down sharply against my firm, round cheek, and I squealed and arched my back.

  His other hand fingered my sex, stirring more heat and need there to take my mind off the sharp sting. Humiliation, anger, warred with my raging lust.

  Now he massaged my burning skin tenderly. His fingertips soothed the sting while he still teased between my legs. I couldn’t help it. I let free a groan, wanting more and hating myself for it.

  “Do you like this, you bad girl? Hmmm?” He taunted before he dipped his head to lick my pussy again. Told you discipline could be good for you. Bet you’ll be misbehaving all the time now.”

  He stood, and I let out a mewl of disappointment. When I cast a glance over my shoulder, he flashed that heart stopping smile again.

  “Stay right there,” he teased. “I’ll be back with a couple toys.”

  Frustrated, I wriggled with my hands bound at my back. My pussy still throbbed, and when the cool air from the air conditioner swept over it, I shivered and moaned from the added torment. It was swollen and so sensitive, and so ready to be fucked.

  I watched him stride back into the room with anal beads, a small jar that I assumed was lube, and a long, wooden paddle that reminded me of the paddle I’d seen in the movie Dazed and Confused. One loud bully used it to paddle the butts of some hapless freshmen. Looked like I’d be the one getting the paddling now.

  “Now, my little submissive, you will submit to me,” he said as he kneeled. “You will come when I tell you to.”

  He grab
bed my hair and yanked on it painfully. I clenched my teeth to stop from saying “Ouch!”

  “These anal beads?” He shows them to me, and caresses my face with the cool, smooth glass. “I’m going to fuck both holes with them, my naughty submissive. While I spank you. And I don’t want to hear so much as a moan unless I give you permission. Nod if you understand.”

  I nodded, fuming at this indignity.

  The cool, slick beads skimmed over my throbbing sex. He rubbed them back and forth over my dripping hole. Up and down the length of my inner labia. Then he used these juices, and the lube he’d spread over the glass, to make my other opening slippery. He thrust the toy deep inside my ass, and I hissed as its girth stretched me. Once more the sensation was a pain / pleasure combination. Corey and I had only flirted with anal sex a few times, and I had told my new master this just after we signed the contract. Thankfully he was gentle.

  I let myself relax as best I could while the ridges on the beads sank deeper inside of me. They massaged my anal canal in a pleasant way that loosened me up. He used the very tip of the broad, flat paddle to tickle and flick my cunt, then he spread my legs wider and lightly slapped my clit with the paddle’s head.

  I moaned and squirmed, lost in all this chaotic ecstasy. That’s when the pleasure stopped.

  A sharp slap jiggled my ass.

  “Bad submissive.” He stood beside me, wagging a finger, now naked save for his boxer briefs that showed a massive hard on. “You like discipline too much, as I expected.”

  He waited until I went perfectly still to kneel behind me again. The paddle’s polished wooden surface glided over my ass, swirled circles over the cheeks. He lulled me into that state of erotic relaxation again, only to pull the switch away again then bring it down moments later with greater force.

  “Uhhh!” I pushed into the leather couch cushions from the force. My cheeks screamed pain while my pussy and anus throbbed in elation.

  I gasped when the paddle hit home once more. He fucked me faster with the anal beads, but when I began to rock my hips back and forth to meet his rhythm, he pulled the toy from inside of me and all pleasure stopped.

  “Bad girl.” This time he administered a light rap to my rump.

  He denied me his touch for many tortuous minutes, and those minutes felt like hours. Then the sex toy re-entered me, this time probing my sex with its slick touch.

  “I bet you want to come so bad,” he taunted as he fucked me. “I bet it’s sheer hell holding back.”

  I couldn’t help myself. I whispered, “Bastard,” and tried to stave off the intense orgasm building inside of me.

  But I couldn’t stop it. I had poor self control, and the first climax broke and showered pleasure all through me. I screamed and writhed, pressing my cheek hard into the couch as I felt myself ejaculate. Juices dribbled down my inner thigh as I tried to gather my breath.

  “Can’t behave yourself, can you?” Butch clucked and took away my erotic enjoyment once again, much to my chagrin. Guess we’ll have to give you a time out.”

  I heard his heels clicking on the tiles, moving away from me. I looked over my shoulder and asked, trying to sound coquettish, “You’re going to just leave me here?”

  He gave me a saucy wink. “I’m giving you some time to think about your actions.”

  I struggled in my bonds at first, but when he waggled a finger at me and threatened to leave me bound and naked all day, I laid still and waited for my time out to end. I plotted future revenge as I did so, even if I deserved this for that time I put gum in Butch’s hair. Just after he’d grown it to the length he wanted, too, and he had to chop it all off. I wondered if he remembered things like that while he paddled my ass. Karma had a funny way of biting me in the butt when I least expected it. Well, spanking me at least.

  ***

  Three months passed by quickly. Over that time, I washed dishes while Butch performed stellar oral sex on me, and tortured me with a new array of sex toys. A few cups and plates were smashed that day. It’s hard to hold on to a saucer and stave off an orgasm, let me tell you.

  I polished silver and vacuumed the great room with a vibrator up both holes. When I bent to vacuumed under the couch, the dildo hit my g-spot just right, and I came as the Hoover swallowed dust bunnies. That earned me a wonderful spanking.

  And so it went, and then the session grew … tender. Butch offered to bathe me one day. The spontaneous proposition struck me as odd at first, but when I looked into his eyes I saw only kindness there. He seemed to feel bad for all the games and frustration he’d heaped on me. Not that I minded, to be honest. The outcomes were always satisfying and filled with multiple orgasms, so who could complain?

  “I put a deposit on a place in Richmond,” I told him as he urged my legs apart and slid the soap up my thigh.

  His hand stopped. He pinned me with a hurt-filled gaze that surprised me. “You’re leaving?”

  I blurted laughter, not meaning to, and his hurt became anger. So I tried to choose my words carefully. “Well … our three months are up. I have the money I need saved.” I’d only worked weekends as Butch’s sex maid, since I had my job in the city.

  His hand fell from my thigh and plopped into the water that was piled high with fragrant bubbles. “So the contract’s done and you’re gone, just like a good businesswoman would do.” He shook his head and stood up, leaving me behind in the cooling water.

  After the shock over his reaction left me, I pulled a thick, fluffy towel from the silver rack and followed him.

  I found him in his massive bedroom, sitting in the center of his king-sized oval bed. I grabbed a purple silk pillow from atop the sheet and sat on the end.

  “You’re upset I’m leaving?” When he didn’t look at me, didn’t speak, I tried a joke, “Disappointed you can’t torment me anymore?”

  The joke earned me a glare that could wilt flowers. “Not upset in the least.” He shrugged, gave a cruel smile. I’ll be glad to get rid of my former bully. Oh, and tell Corey I said he’s welcome to you.”

  That kicked me in the heart like a donkey hoof. And, it was at that moment, I realized I loved him. No matter how stupid, how crazy, it was true. I loved Butch McIntyre, and I probably always had, but I bowed to peer pressure and denied my true feelings for him way back then.

  And, since he didn’t love me now, I’d walk away and deny them again.

  But I was pissed over that Corey crack, so I stood up, stalked closer, and shook a finger in his face “What makes you think I’ll go back to that asshole, hmmmm?”

  He sneered. “Your kind always do. The pretty ones, the popular ones. They stick together, while they’re sticking knives in each other’s backs. I remember high school.”

  I shook my head at him, sad that he thought I was still that superficial girl who gave into the mainstream for safety. I thought I’d shown him I was more than that over our time spent together. Thought he at least cared about me, but I was wrong.

  “You don’t know me at all.”

  I stomped around the room, packing up my things, while he watched in silence. Then I left the mansion without even giving him a kiss goodbye.

  ***

  I’d had a crappy day at work, and all I wanted to do was get back to my new apartment and soak in a long, hot bubble bath. Streamlining businesses as a corporate consultant paid well, but it had its downside, too. Today I had to cut the jobs of ten people, and I felt like a great big ball of negativity and guilt. It was never easy picking employees for the chopping block and costing them their livelihood.

  I dug into the pepperoni pizza I had tucked under one arm, and I was in mid-chew when I realized my apartment door was open a crack.

  Who the hell was in my place? I fished a can of pepper spray out of my purse, then did a juggling act with it and the pizza while I nudged the door open wider with my shoe.

  The apartment looked the same as when I left that morning. I checked the open kitchen / living room area, held the can of mace up, ready to
spray if there was anyone lurking in my closets.

  When I flipped my bedroom light on, I screamed.

  There lay Butch McIntyre, sprawled out on top of my new brocade quilt and pillows. His wrists were tied to the bedposts by two silky neckties. A dozen red roses covered his crotch, and they were the only thing he wore.

  “Casey Carpenter, I love you,” he said as I stood in the threshold, gaping at him.

  My pizza dropped to the floor with a splat.

  “I have always loved you,” he continued. “Even when you put itching powder in my underwear at the prom and told Cassidy Faynor I had crabs.”

  I couldn’t stifle my spontaneous chuckle in time. “Sorry, I am not laughing at you! I swear.” I shook my head at myself. “ I was such a bitch to you back then. I can’t say sorry enough.”

  He nodded to indicate I should sit on the bed, so I did.

  “I forgave you a long time ago,” he said.

  “How exactly did you get in here?” I touched the red roses wrapped in tissue paper.

  He smiled a feline smile. “I have my ways.”

  I shook my head in awe and grinned back. “Who tied you up?”

  “My chauffeur owed me a favor. Tonight, I’m your sex toy.”

  I plucked the roses from his lap and found he was very happy to see me. His thick cock already stood erect, and the glans slapped against his stomach when I pulled the flowers away.

  “Thank you.” I pressed the velvety petals to me face. “They’re lovely.” Then I wrapped a hand around his stiff shaft. “And so is this.”

  He moaned as I pumped my hand up and down, then he gritted out words through his teeth, “Please, don’t make me ask.”

  “Make you ask what?” I wasn’t sure what he meant. I was too fixated on the pearly pre-cum spurting from his glistening cockhead.

  “If you love me or not.” His voice was small, like he was that awkward kid again, and my heart went out to him.

  I grabbed his face and kissed him soundly. “Of course I love you! Sorry, it’s not every day a girl comes home to find a hot man on her bed wearing nothing but roses.”

  We laughed together at that, and I kissed him deeper, letting our tongues entwine in a hot dance of passion. I explored the curve of his pecs, and the valley between then, with my tongue and lips. I kissed the ripple of muscle running down his stomach and poked my hole in his belly button, wiggling my tongue there until his cock twitched harder and he bucked his hips up.