Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black Read Free Book Online Page B

self-control.
    "Mmm." She licked her lips in satisfaction. "Tasty."
    Breakfast was quickly becoming her favorite time of the day. If she could count on this being only a glimpse into her life here, Tosh considered the option of paying him rather than the other way around. Soon he was scooping the bottom of the bowl, and she was reaching for a neatly folded napkin beside it to wipe away the cold dribble at the corner of her mouth.
    "Now, now." He stopped her with his hand over hers. "I didn't say Simon Says." His arched brow taunted her, but before she could respond, he leaned forward to lick the corner of her mouth clean of the yogurt. "Now." Licking his own lips and savoring her taste, he said, "It’s time I give you your daily assignments." Standing up, he took the now empty bowl from the counter and placed it in the sink.
    Returning to her, Mr. Richard was all formality and work. There were no more playful gestures or hollowed out strawberries, he was now the master with ridged back and all. She only hoped the beast wouldn’t roar.
    "Every morning after you have taken your breakfast here, you’ll await for further instructions. Just as you will do today." Hands clasped behind his back, he paused, watching her struggle to slide off the stool only to teeter on her heels. It was like trying to balance a skinny stuffed sausage on two toothpicks.
    "Now that the guest bathroom is clean, today you’ll move onto the master bath."
    Marching past him, Tosh struggled for balance. He moved quickly, and she stumbled like an infant taking its first steps. This was ridiculous! No sane person could be expected to walk in such shoes, much less be expected to clean! She was quickly forgetting the intimate breakfast and ready to toss the job back in his face. Then she rounded the corner and stepped into the master suite. Better described as Shangri-La.
    Standing in the center of the room with his shoulders rolled back and his chest high with pride, Mr. Richard extended an arm to the room around him. He obviously held a great deal of pride and care for his living space and understandably so. Painted in an earthy green with black highlights the space spoke of power and the iron-framed bed with its velvet burgundy comforter and black silk sheets screamed sex. This was not the home of a bachelor or a playboy, this was the home of a predator ready to pounce on the female species, and she felt like raw meat.
    Eyes focused on the bed, she didn’t hear him clear his throat the first two times, only to blush when he finally made it through. Tosh never lost sight that he was her employer and not her lover, but there was a power he had over her that she didn’t feel the need to fight. He could ask anything of her, and she would submit. She already had.
    Crossing over the threshold, she was treated with the warm smell of sandalwood and roses. The floor was tiled in smooth shiny black stone and mahogany only to match the brightly finished red wooden counter top with copper basin and brushed metal faucet. Along one wall was a shower stretching the width of the room. Lined with faucet heads at all heights, the glass closure was clear, leaving the shower open for view. Sitting under the only window was a kidney shaped tub, deep, long, and blood red. The tub looked more like it was used for sacrifices than to cleanse one’s body. Lonely in one corner stood a wooden box with a glass door and a temperature gage. She wasn't surprised that a man with a home like this would have his own bathroom furnished with a sauna. The walls were tiled black and white, marble crowned with the ceiling that was black closing in the top of the cave.
    "I’m entertaining a guest tonight." His deep voice came from behind her and warmed her neck while his words were an electric shock to her gut. "So I'll be needing the tub to be given an extra...special..." Leaning over her shoulder, he nipped her ear with his teeth. "...polish."
    Looking down at the red alter, she didn't