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Eryn Black!!
Maid
For His Submission
By
Eryn Black
“Let’s begin with removing your
clothes.”
Anna had stepped into Mr Richard’s
dark world in search of financial freedom, but in her mysterious
employer him she found so much more.
A college student nearing her mid
twenties and dependent on her parent’s charity, Tosh has answered a
job advertisement for a live in maid. Dressed and armed with a duster
she quickly discovers that her new handsome employer is the owner of
an exclusive sex club in Los Angeles catering to the kinky desires of
the rich and powerful. Dressed in latex and leather will Tosh be able
to resist his dark seduction or will she be his maid eager to submit.
Sneak Peek
“Its not much to look at now,” came
a deep voice from behind Tosh. “… But once on, most hate to
advance out of their first uniforms.”
Pulling her hand from the black sack,
she turned to find the source of the voice. There, leaning on the
doorframe was a tall, dark and buff man deliciously dressed in
Armani. He stood at about six foot even with his lean and she guessed
another three inches taller when up right. His eyes were chocolate
and his hair was black to match his suit, all of which made his ivory
complexion glow. There was no blemish or freckle to be seen. He was
perfection dressed in designer Italian.
“Pardon?” Distracted from what she
saw, every word he had spoken fled from her mind.
Biting the corner of his lower lip his
eyes scaled her body. They were not the friendly playful eyes she had
seen in Mr. Thomas, this man was cold and calculating and there was
something about him that ran a chill under her skin.
“I said it would be best for you to
begin with removing your clothes,” he instructed.
Stunned by his directness, Tosh wrapped
her arms about herself. He was not making a suggestion or asking
anything, but had commanded her to remove her clothes.
“Would you like it better if I ripped
them from you?”
‘… Like a lion would rip meat from
a bone,’ she thought.
He stood straight and took two
threatening steps toward her. The mirrored wall blocked her single
retreating step and she was the pray caught for his dinner.
He cleared their distance with only
three more strides and had her hair wrapped around his hand behind
her head before Tosh thought to escape. Pulling her head back, he
leaned in to her exposed neck and took in her scent in one long
whiff.
“Dose anything you wear have any
value?” he asked, and was answered with a staggered nod of ‘No’.
His lips cracked with a crooked grin.
Tosh searched for the fangs she had expected, but they were nothing
more than pearly white perfection.
“Good. All the more fun for me.”
There was no warning in what he did
next. Releasing her hair, he spun her around to face the mirror
pulling, her back into his chest and cradled her neck in one arm. It
was more like an aggressive sexual dance rather than a uniform
fitting.
Pulling his knife from his pants
pocket, a quick flick of the blade and the fabric broke free and fell
open, exposing her common shaped breast and plain white bra.
’Perhaps’ she thought to herself.
‘I should have listened to myself this morning and gone for the
adventurous black lace.’
“How disappointing.” He said
running the flat side of the blade over the humps of her breast. The
cold metal kissed her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
“And I had hoped there would be a bit of a naughty school girl
underneath instead of the stiff virgin.” He sounded less playful
and more upset with her. Before she could pull away in defense, he
cut the bra away in three slices and her breasts fell free.
Tosh’s thighs began to throb with
every dominating cut of his blade and she could feel the growing
wetness of her desire. Mortified that she would be so turned on by
what he did, Tosh prayed that her desires would not be so obvious.
“You can always stop me.” Looking
into the mirror his eyes captured her and held her stare. “In fact
that is the only freedom you have here… I don’t know if we have
room for a Postulant on our staff anyway.” He dared her with his
eyes roamed over her body one last time before he pulled his knife
back and pushed her away from him. “You will receive compensation
for the top and bra.” Dismissing Tosh, he made for the door. “I
only hope you use better judgment when replacing them.”
“I don’t need to replace them.”
Her voice struggled to find its way out. “I need a job.” Her need
was suddenly more than freedom from her folks, but a need for him. He
was a walking, dominating drug and with a single taste she was
hooked. She had to have more of whatever this was he had done to her.
“I promise you Postulant. There is no
job for you here.” Standing in the open door way, he showed her his
broad strong back.
Taking advantage of the presentation
her eyes traveled down his body enjoying what she was able to take in
from where his clothes clung to all his muscular curves. His body was
a sexual feast and she wanted to be a glutton for the chance to see
him naked.
Nakedness and sensuality brought to
mind her own exposure. Wrapping her arms over her bare chest, she
pleaded one last time.
“Please. I am not as pure as I look
and I can dress however you need me to. Besides whatever it is you do
here, the only thing you require of me is to clean up and I promise
you there is nothing I cannot handle.”
He raised an eyebrow to her tight pose
and Tosh realized how weak she must look, trembling in her cradled
arms. Crumbling from any protection she felt her defensive pose had
given her, Tosh dropped her arms down and rolled her shoulders back.
There was no illusion to her lack of confidence, however a
determination in her gut told her that if she backed down now she
would forever regret it. The cold air in the room bit at her exposed
flesh, but she kept her arms tight to her side showing him that she
was determined to prove her worthiness. For the first time in her
life, Tosh understood the true meaning behind the fantasy word
‘destiny’.
Slowly his breath hissed out with every
step he made back to her. Not a word was spoken when he reached into
the closet to retrieve one of the black sacks from its hanger and
pulled it on over her head. Sheer from seam to seam, Tosh could see
his chest slowly rise and fall with his breaths through the black
fabric. No doubt, once her head came through the hole at the top she
was just as exposed as before. The shear black sack did not conceal
her from his scrutiny, but instead of shying away, she stood ready
for the next step.
“Perhaps you do a have potential…
Postulant?” he critiqued.
Running his strong hands up inside
chilled her flesh. Keeping his elbows at her chest, he reached his
hands into her sleeves to fluff and puff them out. There was no
groping of her body as she had expected and the only sign of anything
sexual was his crooked grin and his eyes that nearly chard her flesh.
Agonizing pain shot through her when
his fingers found her now sensitive and erect nipples, and pinched
them hard. Her knees began to shake from the pain, but the haunting
sound of him calling her postulant gave her more of a thrill then the
upset it had intended.
Leaving her sore and tight breasts,
his hands continued their journey until he freed her of her lower
clothing. She felt nude under her assigned uniform and hoped that
there would be more to it than what she now wore.
“Well, my, my.” Breaking his stone
façade to give her his appraisal. “I would have never imagined
that you were hiding such a tasty specimen under all those layers.”
Cradling her cheek with an open palm, she closed her eyes and melted
into his touch. “Perhaps it would be useful to …” Something
pulled him away. “No I am sorry.” Dropping his hand from her,
Tosh was awakened by the sudden return of his earlier gruff self. “I
am sorry, but this is not the place for you.”
He made his way to the door and this
time did not pause. Poor Tosh’s head was spinning from his constant
back and forth and she had begun to grow tired of his indecision over
employability.
“Please! You don’t understand!”
She called to him “I need this!” But she did not know what she
needed more the job or him. He was her drug and she was hooked after
just one taste.
He did not turn when she called out to
him but finished with only, “this is not the place for you
Postulant. Leave while I still allow it.”
And he was gone.
With a huff, she turned back to her
things, but fumbling with the shredded articles her hands shook from
a burning need.
“Don’t let him get to you. He never
approves of anyone.” The friendly voice came from a busty redhead
who now leaned against the same doorframe that the stranger had just
left. “You'll get used to him.”
“I wish I had the chance, but I think
I was just let go.”
“That?” She shook her head with a
smile. “No, that was not an execution, that was only a test.”
Lowering her eyes to Tosh’s still erect nipples. “And I see that
it had the expected effect?”
Shielding herself behind her folded
arms, Tosh turned away only to be confronted by her own reflection in
the mirror.
“I think I know a rejection when I
see it.” Ashamed at how this all sounded, Tosh jumped to tag on her
defence. “Not that I would even consider… well you know… I
mean…” a big huff. “… I don’t even know that man. How could
I consider such a thing without even knowing his name first? And
besides I wouldn’t call that foreplay.”
About The Author
Born in East LA
California and an Alumni of CalArts, Eryn enjoyed a theatrical life
of swords, fantasy and music growing up. Now after entering a new
chapter in her life, Eryn has brought together her first love of
swords, sailing ships and theatrics into the world of her Erotica
writing. Many of her works are focused in and around the BDSM world
of her native Southern California bringing out both the beauty of the
California coastline and the erotic seductive power of the LA night
life. An author in both Contemporary Erotic Romance and Historical
Erotic Romance she recently entered the genre of Paranormal Romance
with the first installment of her new Vampire series set to come out
in 2015. She is also looking forward to her newest release Maid For
His Submission and its followup novel The Master Submits. Eryn’s
feels writing is erotic literature for the passionate soul and she
invites everyone to come and be seduced.
Eryn’s books are
available on amazon.com and through Beau Coup Publishing
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Books by Eryn Black
The Viscount
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Maid for His
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Grace’s Arbor
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The Perfect Little
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Kindred Sacrifice
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