Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Thorne
Idon’t miss the trepidation in Juno’s expression as she surveys all the implements I deliberately set out. It’s an aphrodisiac.
Her wide eyes dart from the flogger to the cuffs to the blindfold, a delicious shiver shuddering through her body. I can almost taste her anticipation mingling with apprehension in the air. Such a heady thrill.
"Come here, little one." I crook my finger.
Juno approaches hesitantly, her steps faltering, so I pull her close, running my hands down her quivering form.
"I have a gift for you," I whisper against her ear before I retrieve the box containing the maid outfit I had custom-made as soon as I was provided with her measurements and paid a small fortune for next-day delivery.
Her breath stutters in her throat as I open it, revealing the very cliche black dress and white apron with its scandalously short skirt and plunging neckline.
"Put it on," I command softly.
She obeys with shaking hands, slipping into the silky fabric. The outfit hugs her curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. My cock twitches in approval.
My dream maid come to life. From now on, I know if those dreams aren’t exorcised by making them a reality, she will forever have Juno’s face.
"Beautiful," I taunt. "Now for your first task - you're going to make us dinner."
Confusion flashes across her face. Clearly she was expecting something more... carnal.
I smirk. "I have some work to attend to. After all, I need to keep on top of my businesses if we're going to have as much playtime as I’ve got planned.” Besides, I don’t want to break her on the first day. We have three weeks ahead of us for that.
I savor Juno's bewildered expression as she trots uncertainly behind me as I march to my study and settle into my office chair, pulling up my laptop. "The kitchen is through there," I say, gesturing vaguely. She’ll find it. "I trust you can manage something edible?"
Unless she lied on her application, it shouldn’t be an issue, since it was one of my specifications. I need to limit the number of people visiting my residence during her time here. Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea. I am an upstanding businessman with a reputation to uphold, after all.
"Yes, Sir." She nods hesitantly, the short skirt swishing as she turns. I allow myself a lingering glance at her retreating form before focusing on my work, but I’m still aware of the clanging of pots and pans drifting from the kitchen, punctuated by occasional frustrated sighs.
I smirk, imagining her fumbling around in that deliciously revealing outfit. The anticipation of what's to come after dinner makes it difficult to concentrate, but I push myself to plow through emails and investment reports.
An hour later, the aroma of something actually quite appetizing wafts into my office. I'm impressed - and a little disappointed. Part of me was hoping she'd struggle more, giving me an excuse to ‘punish’ her inadequate cooking skills. But no matter; I’ll find something else.
I stride into the kitchen to find Juno bent over, removing a dish from the oven. The skirt rides up, revealing a glimpse of her upper thighs, the curve of her ass and a tantalizing peek at her pink pussy lips. Oh yes, did I forget to mention I withheld underwear?
I clear my throat, enjoying how she startles and whirls around, her face flushed.
"Well, well. It seems you can indeed cook," I drawl, approaching to inspect her handiwork. The scent of herbs and roasted chicken fills the air. My stomach growls appreciatively, reminding me I've not eaten all day in anticipation of her arrival.
"Yes, Sir, I can." She's almost haughty in the way she says it. I like the little glimpse of her spirit, which has been missing until now.
I trail my fingers along the counter, noting with approval that she's kept things tidy. "Then we're off to a good start. Now set the table," I order, watching her scurry to obey. The way the dress clings to her body as she moves is mesmerizing.
Once we're seated, I take a bite and nod. "Very good," I concede.
In fact, it’s better than good, it’s delicious. I won’t deny, I was half expecting someone who heated a microwave meal and called it cooking.
Relief flashes across Juno’s face before she remembers herself and lowers her eyes demurely. Good girl.
I eat leisurely, savoring both the meal and the tension radiating from Juno. She picks at her food, clearly on edge, but I let the silence stretch, punctuated only by the clink of silverware.
When I'm done, I set down my fork and fix my gaze on her. She freezes, her eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. I can practically hear her heart racing.
"Now that we've eaten, it's time for dessert."
"Umm..."
I stand up, enjoying how she shrinks back in her chair. With deliberate steps, I circle the table until I'm looming over her. My hand snakes out, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at me.
"And you, my dear, are the sweetest treat of all."
Yanking her to her feet, I crush my lips to hers in a bruising kiss; one I never meant to give. Kisses are intimate in a way I never planned, but the enormity of this moment has me overwhelmed.
She whimpers, her body trembling against mine as I devour her mouth. Again, even after I told myself not to. My hands roam greedily, squeezing and kneading every curve beautifully encased in that sinful outfit.
Breaking the kiss, I mutter, "Clear the table. Now."
I don't wait for her response, and though I intended to leave the chore to her, I’m impatient, so I start stacking our dinner plates and cutlery while she carries the serving dishes and water glasses to the kitchen.
She comes back with cleaning spray and a damp cloth, and I carry my stack to the sink as she wipes down my dark ebony dining table. But when she trots back to the kitchen and starts loading the dishwasher, my patience snaps.
“Enough!” I bark, grabbing her hand and dragging her along as I stride purposefully down the hall. My cock is already rock hard, straining in my slacks like I didn’t come recently.
It's time to claim what's mine once again.
I shove Juno against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other hikes up her skirt. She gasps, eyes wide with a delicious mixture of warring responses. I grind my hips against hers, letting her feel how hard I am.
"You've been teasing me all evening in this little outfit," I groan, nipping at her neck.
"Sir?" Her confusion is entertaining. She has so much to learn about how this game is played.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice how your ass peeked out when you bent over? How your tits nearly spilled out of this tight bodice?"
She opens her mouth as if to object or maybe point out that I was the one who gave her the outfit and ordered her to wear it.
However, as my free hand roams her body, kneading her breast with rough fingers through the thin fabric, all that falls from her plump lips is a whimper. She squirms and I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs.
"Please," she whispers, though whether she's begging me to stop or continue, I'm not sure. It doesn't matter. She signed the contract. She's mine to do with as I will.
I spin her around, pushing her torso against the dining table. My hands fumble with my buckle, desperate to free my aching cock. But first, a punishment is in order.
Pulling my belt from the loops, I press my hand to her shoulder blades to keep her in place.
I bring the leather down hard across Juno's exposed ass, savoring her sharp cry of suffering and surprise.
The red welt blooming on her pale skin is exquisite. I strike her again and again, alternating cheeks, until she's whimpering and squirming beneath me.
"Count them," I demand, pausing with the belt raised.
"F-five," she gasps out. Perfect, she’s keeping a tally.
I smirk. "Good girl. Let's make it an even ten, shall we?" I’d like to give her more… many more, but I know from the dossier Smith provided that she’s a neophyte to the kink world, something which has its drawbacks as well as its appeal. But I’ll break her in and work on her threshold.
The remaining lashes come in quick succession, each accompanied by a yelp or scream from Juno.
"Six." Gasp
"Seven." Hiccup.
"Eight." Yelp.
"Nine." Sob.
"Ten." By the final strike, she's shuddering and panting, her ass a beautiful canvas of angry red marks and welts.
"There now…" I run my hand over her heated flesh. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Without waiting for a response, I plunge two fingers into her dripping cunt. She's soaked, her arousal evident despite - or perhaps because of - the punishment. I pump in and out, my motions forceful, relishing how she clenches around me.
"Such a dirty little slut," I chuckle, enjoying her mournful little sounds of distress and humiliation. I’d bet my rather sizable portfolio that she doesn’t want to like anything I’m doing to her and is now struggling with the reality that she does.
Which just makes this scenario all the more appealing for me.
Removing my soaking fingers, I trail them up to her asshole and delight in her whimpers and the way she vainly tries to evade my assault.
I rub around her puckered hole teasingly before slowly pushing one finger inside. Juno tenses, a strangled cry escaping her lips. I work my digits deeper, savoring her tight heat.
"Relax," I command, my free hand stroking her lower back. "This is happening whether you like it or not."
Gradually, I feel her muscles unclench as she submits to the intrusion. I add a second finger, stretching her further. She’ll thank me for it later, because this sweet cherry is mine.
Her whimpers turn to moans as I find a rhythm, fucking her ass with my fingers while I rub her clit with my other hand.
"That's it," I goad. "Take my fingers like the good little slut you are."
I'm achingly hard now, desperate to bury myself inside her. Withdrawing my fingers, I line up my cock with her glistening pussy. I can’t wait. I don’t want to.
In one swift motion, I drive deep, groaning at the exquisite tightness enveloping me.
Juno sobs, her body jerking beneath me. I grip her hips, holding her in place as I start to move.
Each plunge is punctuated by the slap of skin on skin and Juno's twisted moans of agony and ecstasy.
The feel of her tight, wet heat surrounding me is indescribable.
I've fantasized about this moment for so long.
The moment when I take my sweet little maid for real instead of in my dreams. But the reality far surpasses my imagination.
It even surpasses my dreams.
I set a punishing pace, slamming into her with abandon. My fingers dig into her soft skin, sure to leave bruises. Good. I want her marked as my own.
"You're mine," I grate, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Say it."
Juno whimpers, her face pressed against the cool wood of the table. I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.
"Say it," I demand again, my voice a dangerous snarl.
"I-I'm yours," she gasps out between ragged breaths.
A primal satisfaction courses through me at her words. I reward her by rubbing her clit in tight circles. Her walls clench around me in response, drawing a groan from my lips.
I can feel my release building, a white-hot pressure coiling in my core. But I'm not done with her yet. I want to wring every last drop of rapture from this encounter.
Without warning, I pull out and flip Juno onto her back, relishing her gasp when her tortured buttocks hit the tabletop. I yank her to the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide. The sight of her glistening pussy, swollen and red from my assault, makes my cock twitch with renewed hunger.
I slam back into her, groaning at the new angle. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each jolt, barely contained by the tight bodice. I lean down, capturing a nipple between my teeth through the thin fabric. Juno arches her back, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
"Look at me," I command, fisting her hair so she can't look away. Her eyes are glazed with a heady mixture of desire and torment, tears gathering at the corners. It's intoxicating.
I increase my pace, pounding into her relentlessly. The table creaks beneath us from the force of our coupling. Juno's cries grow louder, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood.
"You're going to come for me," I insist, my fingers finding her clit once more. "And I won't stop until you do."
She shakes her head, her expression conflicted, and I wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of hers. It’s almost like she’s refused herself permission to enjoy anything I do to her.
She’ll learn differently. I’m not having that. Even if it means a long session of forced orgasms to prove a point.
I rub her sensitive nub furiously, feeling her body tense beneath me. Her walls clench rhythmically around my cock as she approaches her peak. I'm close too, but I grit my teeth, determined to make her come first.
"That's it, little one," I growl. "Let go. Come for me."
With a keening cry, Juno shatters. Her back arches off the table as waves of bliss wrack her delicate frame. Watching her come undone, combined with the exquisite tightness of her sheath pulsing around me, hurls me over the edge. I thrust deep, groaning as I empty myself inside her.
For a moment, we stay frozen like that, both panting heavily.
Then I take my time pulling out, admiring how my seed leaks from her well-used pussy.
One of the things I insisted on was an IUD.
I didn’t want to stop mid-flow to fuss with condoms and ruin the illusion.
I trace a finger through the mess, pushing some back inside her. Juno whimpers, oversensitive.
"Clean yourself up," I order, tucking myself back into my pants. "Then meet me in the bedroom. We're far from finished tonight."
I turn and stride from the room without a backward glance.