I didn’t even flinch when he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
I wanted this.
His hand slid under the skirt of my maid outfit, pushing the thin fabric up to my hips. My bare ass was exposed, and the sound of his palm landing on it echoed across the room.
Smack.
I bit down a gasp, already wet from just the threat of being used.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he growled behind me.
“I told you. I was cleaning.”
His fingers dipped between my legs, sliding through the slick heat there.
"You’re dripping. Cleaning, huh? You were begging for this."
I whimpered. He was right. I bent over more, presenting myself like the filthy little slut I knew he wanted.
He pressed his chest against my back and whispered in my ear. "I'm not going to be gentle. Not after the show you gave
