His Free Use Maid

Chapter One

I stand in the marble foyer of Amor Estate, clutching my worn resume like it might protect me.

The house is bigger than any place I've ever cleaned, all glass and gold fixtures that catch the afternoon light.

My stomach twists with nerves and hope. The salary they offered could change everything for me.

"Miss Rosemarie?" A deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. Elton Cooper descends the curved staircase, tall and broad-shouldered in a crisp white shirt. His salt and pepper hair is perfectly styled, and his smile reaches his eyes when he looks at me. "Thank you for coming. Let's get you settled."

He leads me to a private sitting room where a black garment bag waits on a velvet chaise. "Your uniform," he says, unzipping it. Inside hangs a short black dress with a white apron, sheer stockings, and delicate lace underneath. My cheeks heat when I realize how little fabric there is.

"It's... different," I manage.

Elton chuckles warmly. "Our staff enjoys certain perks here. Try it on. I'll help with the fit."

I step behind a folding screen and slip out of my jeans and t-shirt. The dress slides over my skin like silk. It hugs my waist and barely covers the curve of my ass. The stockings feel cool and smooth as I roll them up my thighs. When I step out, Elton's gaze travels slowly from my legs to my face.

"Turn for me," he says, voice gentle. I spin slowly. His hands settle on my hips, adjusting the apron tie. His fingers brush the bare skin above the stockings, lingering just long enough to make me shiver. "Perfect. Now the final touch."

He opens a small box. Inside rests a delicate silver collar with a tiny heart charm. "All our attendants wear these," he explains, fastening it around my neck. His knuckles graze my throat, and I feel the heat of his skin. "It signifies your role here. Complete attentiveness."

I swallow, the metal cool against my skin. "Attentiveness to what exactly?"

"To pleasure," he answers simply. "Yours and ours. The contract you signed covers it. Your body is available whenever we desire it. In return, you receive triple the salary, full benefits, and complete discretion."

My pulse jumps. The money flashes in my mind again. Mom's medical bills. The rent. "I... understand," I whisper.

Elton smiles and brushes a strand of hair from my cheek. "Good girl. My brother will be home soon. He'll want to meet you."

He guides me through the estate, pointing out rooms. The library has deep leather couches.

The dining room features a long table that could seat twenty.

Every surface looks sturdy enough to bend over.

My mind races with the implications. I keep thinking about the word available.

It makes my stomach flip, but there is a strange, humming tension building in my lower belly.

In the kitchen, a younger man leans against the counter. He has Elton's dark hair but sharper features, maybe twenty-five. His eyes light up when he sees me, scanning my body with an intensity that makes me feel naked despite the dress.

"New maid?" he asks, already moving closer.

"Rosemarie," I say, offering my hand. Instead of shaking it, he lifts it to his lips.

"Leon Cooper. Elton's brother." His thumb strokes my wrist, right over the pulse point. "Dad told me we'd have fresh company." He lets his gaze drop to the collar. "I like the way that looks on you."

Elton watches us with approval. "Why don't you show her the east wing, Leon? The guest suites need attention."

Leon grins and takes my hand. "Come on. I'll give you the full tour."

We climb another staircase. Leon keeps his hand on the small of my back, fingers splayed wide. He doesn't just guide me; he steers me, his palm pressing firmly into my spine. At the top, he stops in front of double doors. "This is the master suite. Elton likes his privacy, but sometimes he shares."

He opens the door. The room is enormous, with a four-poster bed and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pool. Leon doesn't let go of me. He leads me further into the room, the silence stretching between us. I can hear my own breathing, shallow and quick.

"You're very quiet, Rosemarie," Leon says, his voice dropping an octave. He steps in front of me, blocking my path. "Are you nervous? Or are you thinking about what happens when you're 'available'?"

I look up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I... I want to do a good job."

"A good job," he repeats, a smirk playing on his lips. He reaches out, his fingers hooking into the neckline of my dress, pulling me an inch closer. "You're shaking. Is it fear, or is it something else?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. He slides his hand down, grazing my ribs before his palm lands flat against my stomach. He pushes me gently back until my heels hit the wall. The contrast of the cool wall and his hot hand makes me gasp.

"First rule," he says, leaning in so his breath tickles my ear. "Whenever one of us wants you, you stop what you're doing and present yourself. No questions. No hesitation. Understand?"

I nod, my head leaning back against the wall. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" he prompts, his hand sliding lower, cupping the underside of my breast through the fabric.

"Yes, sir," I whisper.

Leon groans softly and kisses me then, slow and deep.

His tongue slides against mine, tasting of mint and something masculine.

His hands move to my ass, squeezing the cheeks through the thin material of the dress.

I moan into his mouth, my body responding faster than my brain can catch up.

Heat pools between my legs, a heavy, aching throb that demands attention.

Leon pulls back, breathing harder. He looks at my swollen lips and then down at my chest, where my nipples are hard points against the lace. "Look at you. You're already reacting."

"On your knees, Rosemarie."

I sink down, the marble cool against my skin.

He unbuckles his belt with a slow, deliberate click that echoes in the room.

He frees his cock, and I catch my breath.

It's thick and already hard, pulsing slightly.

I wrap my fingers around the base, feeling the heat radiating from him.

I lean forward, taking the head between my lips.

He tastes clean and a little salty. I suck gently, swirling my tongue around the ridge.

"Fuck, that's nice," Leon groans. His fingers thread through my hair, guiding my rhythm. "Deeper."

I take more of him, relaxing my throat and letting him slide in. He rocks his hips in shallow thrusts, the friction sending sparks through me. Saliva drips down my chin, and I don't care. I reach between my own legs and press my fingers against the lace panties, rubbing my clit through the fabric.

Leon notices and laughs softly, a low sound of triumph. "Already wet for me? Good maid." He pulls out and lifts me to my feet. "Bend over the bed."

I obey, planting my hands on the silk comforter. He flips my skirt up and yanks the panties aside. Two fingers slide through my folds, testing the moisture. "Soaked," he murmurs. "You really do want this."

He lines up and pushes inside in one smooth stroke. I cry out, the stretch intense and perfect. Leon grips my hips, his knuckles white, and starts fucking me with steady, deep thrusts. Each one knocks the breath from my lungs. My tits press against the mattress, the silk rubbing against my nipples.

"Harder," I gasp, surprising myself. He obliges, slamming into me with a primal rhythm. The wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. My orgasm builds fast, coiling tight in my belly, fueled by the feeling of being completely owned.

Leon reaches around and rubs my clit in tight circles, his thumb pressing hard. "Come for me, Rosemarie. Show me how much you like being used."

I shatter, clenching around his cock in waves of intense pleasure. My legs shake, nearly giving way. Leon keeps thrusting through it, chasing his own release. He pulls out at the last second and strokes himself, painting thick ropes of cum across my ass and lower back.

We both catch our breath, the only sound the heavy thud of our hearts. Leon grabs a tissue from the nightstand and cleans me gently, his touch surprisingly tender. "You did great," he says, kissing my shoulder. "Elton will be pleased."

He helps me straighten my uniform, smoothing the apron over my hips. The collar feels heavier now, but not in a bad way. It feels like belonging.

Downstairs, Elton waits in the foyer. He takes one look at my flushed cheeks and the slight daze in my eyes and smiles. "Welcome to Amor Estate, Rosemarie. I think you'll fit right in."

I smile back, still feeling Leon's cum drying on my skin. "Thank you, sir. I'm happy to be here."

The front door opens. A tall blonde woman in a business suit steps inside, followed by two men in tailored shirts. Elton turns to greet them.

"Perfect timing," he says. "Rosemarie, meet our guests. They'll be staying for dinner and... dessert."

The woman eyes me with interest, her gaze lingering on the silver collar. "New attendant?"

"Freshly trained," Leon answers from behind me. His hand rests possessively on my hip, his fingers digging in slightly.

The woman steps closer and trails a finger down my arm. "Lovely. I do enjoy breaking in new staff."

Elton chuckles. "Dinner first. Then we'll see how our new maid handles her duties."

I stand straighter, feeling the ache between my legs and the sticky evidence of Leon still on my skin.

The money. The pleasure. The way my body already craves more.

This is my life now. And as terrifying as it feels, a small, secret part of me is excited to discover exactly what "personal attentiveness" will demand of me next.