Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black Read Free Book Online

to have you clean my place in your birthday suit, I don’t think it will be appropriate since I never know when work will drop in.” Taking her by the shoulders, he spun her back around. Reaching over her shoulders, Richard tucked her back in and then began to lace her up with force. While he instructed her with a more business attitude, he worked the laces, pulling and tugging and straining to bind her in, pop her out and straighten her up. She soon morphed into a seductive goddess. She was his walking fantasy gift wrapped in Patten leather.
    "Now for the shoes."
    Click, click, click...
    The echoing sound of his new "maid" balancing in her four inch high heels as she walked behind him was a mating call to his throbbing shaft. How could a man think...much less command and dominate when there was no blood left in his head—the one above his shoulders. Finding solace behind the black kitchen counter and breakfast bar, he gave himself a quick firm stroke, adjusting himself and trying to ease some tension. The attempt was pointless.
    She stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, fidgeting with her hands and swaying back and forth. There was no question as to whether this was her first domestic job. His dear self-assured Tosh was not accustomed to taking orders, nor did she know how to keep herself busy, and every attempt she made warmed his cold heart to her even more.
    "Have a seat." He motioned to the stools that lined the counter. "I’ll fill you in on your daily tasks while you have a little breakfast."
    Fighting against the stiffness of the corset, she lost her footing on the stool, making her slide off. He had expected it and was not disappointed in the show. Perhaps it was cruel of him to enjoy himself so much, but since her pains were only in his presence and for his pleasure, they felt all the more innocent and playful. However...
    "Here." Reaching over the counter, he held a hand out to her.
    Looking between Richard’s hand and face, she looked like he had offered her a weapon or a raw steak. Trying his best to hold back the laugh that was fighting its way out, he kept his hand steady. Perhaps it was fear and not attraction that he had seen in her eyes the night before? Or her arousal had cemented over night?
    "It's going to take some time to figure out how to maneuver in your new skin." Wiping away his smile, he tried again, and offered her his hand. "Please, let me help."
    Stray dogs sniffing a stranger’s hand moved quicker, but nevertheless she finally accepted his hand. He took a strong hold of her hand, and she matched his grip. With luck, she would never submit completely to him and keep a spark of her fire after she was broken. For now, Richard was determined to enjoy the ride. Pulling her toward him, she lifted herself on her toes, gaining what little height she had left off of the four inch heels, and was immediately leaning straight back into the stool. Tosh winced at the pinching in her waist, but at least now she was off her feet long enough for some nourishment.
    "Now that you have begun to learn to trust me, I think it’s time for a little breakfast." Clapping his hands, he turned to the stainless steel and black granite kitchen. It looked similar to any upscale kitchen in a magazine. The counters were clean and sharp, a few stainless steel pans hung off of hooks over the counter and the stove had a large stainless steel range-hood over it. The Fridge and dishwasher matched all the other surfaces. Sealing this dark, but stylish picture was the black and blue glass back-splash wrapping around the kitchen. “You’ll find that we’re fully stocked and all you have to do is let me know what you like, dislike or can't eat." Pulling a large wooden bowl from the fridge, he carried it to the kitchen island with a chopping block top. A magnetic strip along one side held a selection of knives at a convenient reach. Choosing a small paring knife, he began to cut the hearts from the bright red strawberries