Maid for the alpha

The petite maid could barely concentrate on what was being said as she flattened her palms on her cotton dress in a futile attempt to straighten out the creased material. At first glance at herself in the mirror that morning, she had thought the white and black maid dress was rather too short and skimpy, stopping just below her hips and exposing her thighs. She was thankful though...for the black pantyhose... even if it was see-through. At least they were free clothes... how could she complain... She had been sneaking glances at the nine other maids who were dressed in similar attire as well as expressions...they all wore the same stoic look which she had been trying to decode for days She knew absolutely nothing about the other maids...including their names. How could she, when she was merely introduced to them two days ago? Barely a day had passed since she was dragged to Heesha Springs, the maid organization... And now she was already being sold off. Throughout her stay in Heesha Springs, none of the ladies had ever spoken to her and vice versa. She also barely learned any rules or codes of conduct, so it made her nervous when the man who was addressing them said " I was made to understand that you all are aware of the rules, as well as the codes of conduct" he had said this as a statement, meanwhile she so wished it was a question She wondered how long the other girls had been at the organization and if they had been there out of their own free will Were they all Omegas as well?... she was curious "You are all welcome to the house of Horez" the man had said before he began addressing them The magnificent house of Horez... she still marveled at the beauty of the estate. It surpassed the tales she had been told about it. There was something about the matte brown gold color that covered the outer walls of the entire estate... it was simply intriguing The unique statues arraying the fresh flowers and the leveled grasses made the environment even more breathtaking... "You are all expected to be of proper behavior at all times" continued the short chubby man who had been speaking to her and the other maids Her feet were beginning to hurt in these heels They had all been standing in a straight line, listening to him for the past hour All the while, she had been trying her best to keep her eyes off of his Mohawk. She stealthily looked around at the other girls, wondering if they too were intrigued by the unusual haircut "You!" She was startled as he called out, stiffly pointing towards the tall girl at the end "What is your name?" he asks She thanked the moon goddess that he wasn't speaking to her at this moment because she certainly would have fumbled over her words "Griselda" the girl quickly replied with a half curtsy and then, he pointed to the next girl, and the next and the next, until it finally got to her turn "Imogen" she mutters under her breath "Speak up" he scolds "Imogen sir," she says a bit louder this time He nods in approval and goes ahead to introduce himself as Sir Walsh "Now let me show you to your quarters," he said "Alpha Dante" she heard one of the girls whisper to another "Quiet!" Sir Walsh cautioned bringing the girls back to attention They had all turned to watch as a convoy made its way into the estate Just then, a musky sandalwood scent wafts through Imogen's nostrils and she unconsciously inhales deeply... her head quickly spinning toward the direction of the cars that were now parked Some men who looked quite important exited the cars and she was not in any way prepared for what hit her next... her breathing hitched in her throat as her eyes landed on the most strikingly handsome man she had ever seen in her entire existence She immediately looked away as his eyes locked on hers "Imogro" Sir Welsh said in an attempt to gain her attention She quickly regained her composure, contemplating whether or not to correct him on her name. She decided to let it be. They all followed as Sir Walsh led them into the house of Horez, finally ending up in a large hall room lined with medium-sized beds. Each one has a maid's name pasted on the edge, making it easy for the girls to locate their corners Imogen soon located hers and kept her small bag on the tiny bedside table. It had gotten dark already and she could see her reflection through the window glass. Her curly hair although tightly wrapped, treated to pop off the small mop cap which sat on it. She sighed as she removed the mop cap and retied her hair into a bun. Her oval-shaped face had the same stoic look as the other maids. This made her conclude that the expression comes with the situation, rather than the training. This was her life now. The girls took turns to the washroom, as there were only two showers available... Imogen was the last one to go in for a wash. The washroom was the room opposite the maid's quarters. It was quite dark and not a sound could be heard in the halls Imogen tip-toed until she got into the shower As she washed herself, she thought about the astoundingly handsome man she had spotted at the car park Her private area tingled with excitement. She immediately shut down the intrusive thoughts, pouring cold water between her legs to suppress her arousal "Stop thinking about that," she said to herself as she rounded up her shower and tiptoed out of the washroom All her efforts to get her body under control became futile as soon as she steps out and perceives the scent from before She was trying to convince herself that it was all in her head when she saw him... His six feet shadow towering above her five-foot-five frame She shivered "Mine," he said in a low tone that held intensity, she could barely see him but she knew he was watching her, his gaze scrutinizing her every move She quickly lowered her eyes, overwhelmed by his domineering presence, her thighs rubbing against each other to subside the tingling sensation that was back in her private area... only much worse this time She could barely find her voice when she muttered a very weak "Pardon?", hands gripping her towel as though her life depended on it She was intoxicated by his scent, his voice...his proximity "You're mine" This time his voice was louder, the statement followed by a low growl as he picked her up on his shoulders and carried her down the hall in an opposite direction from the maid's quarters She let out a welp, followed by a very weak "put me down" "Patience little mate..." was his reply And he did put her down...eventually... Imogen felt frozen in place as she was being pleasured by this man... her legs shaking on their own accord The sounds escaping her plump lips were shocking to her... as she could not control them Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his fingers moved in and out of her, his other hand gripping her two hands tightly above her head... The towel was long gone and forgotten They somehow ended up like this in his chambers... with her on his armchair, legs agape while he squatted in front of her His mouth enclosed her n*****s, sucking ...moving from one breast to the next while he simultaneously fingered her wet pussy He had grabbed her hands earlier when she had attempted to touch him His pace was slow and steady, his eyes trained on her facial expressions "Beautiful," he said in a cracked tone, his voice sounded hoarse "f**k me...please" she begged His brown eyes squinted as he increased his pace, going faster and faster Imogen moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy At this point, she was pleading and begging to be f****d by her mate His control hung on a very thin thread as he inserted his fingers which were drenched in her p***y juices into her mouth, willing her to taste herself Imogen hungrily sucked on his fingers "f**k" he groaned as he pushed away from her, hastily unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants Imogen gasped as his hard member sprung out He groaned, losing his senses as he began pounding into her soaking wet p***y. *** *** Although Imogen felt half-conscious after she came for what felt like the millionth time, she couldn't help but wonder why he had avoided cumming inside her They were mates after all Her hand slowly slid up to her neck... maybe he was waiting for the right time to mark her She could make out his shadow as he stepped out of the shower "You didn't mark me?" Or maybe he had forgotten She decided to ask again when she didn't get any response "You failed to put your claim on me" "As your mate" she added "You should get up," he said throwing her towel at her "Clean up this mess and get lost before I get back," he said before walking out the door Imogen was dumbfounded.