Miles Hitchcock's plans for hiring the 'perfect' maid go awry, when instead of the blonde Romanian beauty he ordered off the Internet, a bedraggled brunette waif lands on the doorstep of his Alabama plantation house. He's ready to send Daniela back to Slovenia. But she's not about to give up her dream of working for a handsome, wealthy American. To get there she's been forced to strip, interrogated, videotaped and used by sleazy flesh peddlers. She begs the man to keep her and although Miles agrees to let her stay, he plans to blow her out fast, demanding that she clean house naked and submit to hard corporal punishment for her mistakes.
To Miles' amazement, the sexy Daniela is a natural submissive with a kinky streak that rivals his own. As her lust blooms under her master's command, his demands on her get rougher and more sexual. When he sets her up as the prize in a game of kinky strip poker, Daniela can't help her hungry body's greedy response to the crude gangbang and punishing pain that follows. But being Miles' whore unsettles the naïve Daniela. She wants Miles, and Miles alone, as her lover and sexual master.
When Miles' estranged wife, the sensuous blonde siren Jessica, enters the mix, sparks really start to fly. She befriends the bewildered Daniela, giving sage advice that infuriates her husband. Confused by her place in her master's life, the maid impulsively runs off - straight into the arms of two backwoods boys, who use her hard and then blackmail her into stealing from her master. Miles learns of her thieving, throws her out, and a sobbing Daniela turns to Jessica to intervene on her behalf. Yes, Miles may give his maid another chance, but only if Jessica is willing to submit to a night of savage and humiliating abuse. The rarely bested Jessica is forced to make a tough choice. If she does her husband's bidding will it destroy her budding relationship with the gruff recluse Harry Sontag? More than ever she wants -- and needs -- this unyielding Dom to take control of her shamelessly promiscuous life.
Titillating scenes of S&M sex abound in a compelling story filled with deliciously kinky characters. From graphic slave training, spanking and public exhibitions ... to humiliation, forced sex, fisting, gangbangs, bondage, and hard anal, this novel truly sizzles!
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Pink Flamingo Publications
April 18, 2007
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Excerpt from Maid To Order by Lizbeth Dusseau
Nearly a week into Daniela's trial period, Miles called the sexy dark-haired maid into his den after supper. Although it was nearly eight o'clock, the sky was still light while hints of a brilliant sunset were becoming increasingly apparent. The den glowed with a soft golden color, and as she entered, the maid could barely see where Miles was sitting.
She stood nervously for several minutes, waiting for him to speak.
"Tell me, what kind of job did you perform today?" Miles' tone lowered to one that was intentionally forceful.
"Not a very good one." Her voice quavered and the poor girl looked miserable.
"Lots of mistakes?"
"You understand what that means?"
"Yes, sir." Her lower lip quivered while her eyes suddenly flooded with tears.
The girl was devastated by the prospect of being punished again, but she knew that she had little choice. She did, of course, deserve it.
"Sir, please!" she wanted to plead for mercy, although that plea was drowned out in the quick activity of her body going over her master's knee. Miles jerked her down into his lap, a move she instinctively fought with some degree of spunk.
"You were warned. You knew what to expect. Don't you dare fight me now!"
He placed his right leg over her legs and held her at the waist with his one hand, while picking up the paddle on the table beside him with the other. He pulled her dress up and her panties down, and had the paddle exploding against her clenched ass cheeks all within five seconds time.
The hard wood crashed against her bouncing derriere, blistering her ass end and causing pain enough to have her shrieking angrily. The first skirmish had her twisting against him so hard that it was difficult to hold her thrashing body. Miles wisely paused long enough for the pain to subside, as well as her vigorous struggle. When he started in again, her response was less violent, more a fitful discomfort punctuated by a few sharp cries as she tried to contain her emotions. He paused again, and often, during the lengthy punishment, gradually slowing down the cadence of smacks when it was clear that the girl was enjoying the sensation, and rather than feeling pain, was sexually aroused.
She began to groan, her voice throaty and erotic.
Miles knew then that he had her...the first and maybe the only major battle with the maid had been won. The erotic response from the girl was exactly what he's hoped for.
"You're turned on, Daniela," he stated the obvious, barely containing his own feral excitement.
Daniela immediately seized up, even as her body cried out for more.
While Miles continued punishing his maid, his estranged wife, the glamorous blonde beauty Jessica paced her upstairs sitting room, her nervous energy climbing the walls around her.
Five days! Harry never made her wait five, fucking days!
Jessica's choices were few for relieving the hard ache she'd been carrying with her for days. At one time, she could count on Miles for the sex she needed, but that time had long since passed. Her lover Brett might be counted on, but they were now seriously estranged. The fact was: it was Harry, only Harry Sontag she wanted now, and all he would do was hide like a mouse in her psyche and taunt her. The prick! He even knew he was a prick and he didn't care. All a matter of pride for him.
She could go to him, but he'd throw her out. She might get a hard slap on the face for even trying to seduce him, trying to bait him, whatever she needed to do to make him act. That slap would be satisfying, but hardly satisfying enough.
She could call him again - but he'd most likely hang up and make her wait even longer.
"Bastard!" she suddenly cried out and banged her pretty fist against the wall. Then she slumped against her sitting room wall, ready to spill her tears.
"Didn't know I could piss you off that much."
The low timbre of the familiar voice knocked Jessica sane again.
Oh! Fuck! She figuratively shook her head in amazement. The man's a diabolical genius...
What irony, she almost laughed at herself as she remained coyly slumped in misery against the wall, fully cognizant now and trying to decide her next move. Succumb to him? Or fight him tooth and nail? Not an easy choice.
Finally knowing she had to say something or Harry would just up and leave, she collected her wits, stood up straight and turned around, looking as gracefully alluring as ever - as if he'd never seen her moment of weakness.
"What makes you think I was pissed at you?" she asked him, with enough sugar in her syrupy voice to make anyone gag.
He laughed. "You said my name, bitch."
"Oh? I don't recall that."
"Ranting women rarely remember what they scream about."
Ranting? Had she been ranting? Had she really said his name, or was he just making it up?
He took her in with his eyes, from head to toe, stopping for a long drink of the body encased inside her transparent black robe. Even her nipples were exposed, the crack of her ass from behind and her pale pussy from the front... all as if a dark shadow had passed over her significant body parts. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded luxuriously about her shoulders.
"What kind of outfit is that supposed to be?"
"You like it?" This was not the normal take charge Harry speaking. The one that would throw her to the floor without thinking, or slap her face, or demand the slavish subservience he wanted from her. He left the air between them longing, waiting for the bombs to land and the artillery to arrive. What was keeping them, Jessica wondered - making small talk about her sexy robe?
Harry sensed her quandary and chuckled under his breath. Then he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and lit one. He knew how much she hated him smoking in her rooms, no doubt the reason he made a point of lighting up. "You want me to slap you down, don't you?" He took a long drag and looked around for an ashtray, which he wouldn't find.
"Well, the thought had crossed my mind," she answered, committing to nothing. She grabbed a coffee mug from the table beside her. "Here, use this."
"Thanks." He tapped his ashes into the mug. "That slapping thing is your game, Jess, not mine."
She didn't believe that for a minute. "You can have whatever you want, Harry. I humbled myself enough to say that. I mean it." Her body was like a thundering storm about to strike - but not yet ready. Not until Harry was.
"I told you that's a dangerous promise to make," he said.
"Maybe so, but I am... "
"You are what? Desperate... you're obviously desperate when you come after me."
"That's not true."
"Don't lie, bitch." He deposited his burning cigarette into the coffee cup, set it down and made up the six feet distance between them in the blink of an eye. He grabbed for her hair, locking his hand inside it, twisting it till it hurt her head. Dragging her by the golden locks from the sitting room to her bedroom, he threw her on the mattress.
"That what you want?" he asked.
Without waiting for an answer, he covered her body with his. His mouth moved on hers and his hand shoved its way between her legs. He yanked her snatch and bit her lip, drawing both out, hurting her enough to make her suffer.
After a minute of clenched battle, he rose up slightly and unbuckled his belt with one hand and pulled it free. Then he looped it round her neck and held it tightly to her throat, all while biting her lips between their hard, tongue-lapping kisses. His pants were opened, his cock pulled free, and he stabbed her with the erection, fucking her hot wet valley until he exploded, his pent-up cum shot deep inside her and he came out dripping against her thigh. He'd dropped the hold on the belt to do this, though it was still lying loose around her neck. Pulling out of her pussy, he rose above her body, straddled her face, and fed her mouth his sagging member.
"Suck it, Jess!"
She sucked, drawing the flesh into her mouth and toward the back of her throat. She opened to take him; she had to. He was practically sitting on her face, force feeding her mouth, expecting nothing less than her slavish service. The erection pulsed back to life for a time.
But finally satisfied with her effort, he pulled off the bed and dragged her limp body onto the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"You don't wanna ask stupid questions."
He joined her there, setting her up on hands and knees first, then shoving her head to the hardwood and pulling her arms behind her, high against her back. He knew where she kept her rope in the bedside table, and had her wrists quickly roped and the long end wound over her shoulders, effectively binding her hands out of the way in a painful knot.
That done, he stood up, grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a long drag.
With the edge in him gone, he sat down in a chair just a foot away. "So, was it good for you?" he asked.
Jessica expected him to mock her, he never failed to. Never failed to make her feel worthless and small. But then, that was the point.
"C'mon, answer me, bitch," he growled, shoving her with his foot. "Lemme see your face."
She knew better than to lift up her head - unless she wanted his boot crushed against it holding her down. She turned her face toward him, her cheek still to the floor.
"Yes, it was good, Harry. It's always good for me."
"But it's not enough, is it?"
"I'd be lying if said I didn't want more."
"Oh, you will get more. It's gonna be a long night."
In the den below, Daniela's paddling was coming to an end.
Once it was clear to Miles that the maid was aroused by the stinging action of the wood, he put the paddle aside and started to spank her with his hand, first to keep the ongoing pain at a peak, and then so he could begin to massage her throbbing rear. Her scarlet flesh was hot to his touch, like embers smoldering beneath ash. The skin was soft and yet raw; the feel of it was a sensuous turn-on, exactly what a man of his desires most enjoyed. The less he spanked her, the more he rubbed the maid's beautiful flesh, the more he dropped his hand between her parted cheeks and dove for the wet portal in the nest between her thighs.
The girl responded with sighs that became more rapturous when his fingers went directly to the delicate opening of her vagina. He circled it slowly with a finger, then deftly poked inside to hear her gasp...
"Oh, sir, ohhhhhhh," her breathy exclamations fed his lust.
She twisted now with the erotic anguish of being not...quite...there. And when he sensed her body about to explode, he pulled his hand away and several times smacked her ass as fiercely as he had before. Her crotch squirmed against his leg with the effect of sending a shooting pain directly to his rising erection. He eased when her body seemed on the verge of rebelling, and continued with the sexual massage, hearing her cooing, seething, sighing noises rise again.
Inside the embracing feel of her master's body, Daniela careened through the chaos of her emotions - anger, mirth, rapture, again a white hot anger, a teeming rage, then a sexual joy so profound that she thought she'd died and been transformed beyond the grave.
By the time the master reached deep into her private portal to toy with her sexually, there was no fight left in her body, now so weary from the intense pain.
He placed one finger in her vagina, another on her clit, a third at her anus and worked them all, until her body became a frenzied mass of quivering flesh.
"Ooo, um, ohmygod." Her hips started to thrash against him; she could feel his crotch heat exploding on her body. "Yes, yes more!"
Attacking more forcefully, he shook her entire bottom end until everything in her seized up in a biting climax that seemed to rise up beyond her body and extend to the ends of her nerves. His forceful hand worked her almost defiantly, not ceasing until it must have been apparent that she was too exhausted for more.
During the first few minutes after the alarming climax, Daniela lay limp as a rag over the master's knees, feeling his warm hand gently massage her hot cheeks and the throbbing furrow below. Had she not been so spent, her body might have responded again to his pleasing touch with another orgasm. But by now, that was painful to even think about.
"On your knees, girl," she heard the master speak.
He parted his legs, and with a surprising grace she fell between them to her knees, her face poised before his crotch. His body language was all that was needed to communicate his desire - one she acted on with little hesitation despite her naiveté about such things. The moment could not be complete without expressing her gratitude. She opened his pants, pulled his erection from inside and rose up on her knees, taking the organ deep into her mouth.
Harry threaded a thick rope under Jessica's bound arms and attached it to the hanging light in the center of the room, not particularly caring if the fixture would hold. He brought her to her tiptoes, suspended and ready for him to beat at will - this was what she wanted. A crowd to watch might have been better, but there was no crowd tonight. Just the two. The matched
He started spanking her, although there was nothing formal in the effort. He struck wherever his hand happened to land. Sure, he'd give her ass a good reddening. But he moved on to roast her thighs with smacks that stung so much, they made her shriek. When he moved to her front side, he sidled up close, so that she was almost leaning against his chest. His mouth was close enough for her to smell the foul cigarette stench in his breath. She breathed this in like an aphrodisiac, then forgot all about it with her next breath. His hand came down violently on her crotch, working up to a punctuated rhythm good only for suffering through. She thrust her head back, crying through the worst of it and writhing with some sexual implications when he eased off for even a moment.
"So is this what you want, huh?" He smacked hard again. "Huh? You gonna answer me? Or am I gonna hafta get rough, gentle lady?"
"You know I need you, Harry."
"Need me, but never want me. That's the story of my life. I can put a bitch like you in heaven, but you can't be bothered to comb the pit of hell with me. What gives? Huh?"
"What do you need from me, Harry?"
"You gotta figure that out on your own." Hitting too close to his own hurt, he changed the subject - typical for Harry. "How about I pry this pretty ass apart?"
He was already thick in the midst of his plan, dragging a chair across the hardwood floor. Scraping the wood - chilling, like fingernails on a blackboard.
Then Harry sat down with a bottle of lube, Jessica's butt in his face, and started working his hand inside her anal cleft. "You're gonna like it, honey, when my hand's all the way up inside you."
Jessica was too far gone to let the horror of his plan register in her gut. Good thing. If it did, she'd clench up in all the wrong places and they'd be battling all night. If nothing else, Harry was a patient prick. If his plans didn't work out to his liking on the first try, he didn't force the issue - in this case his hand - but he kept on trying until he had the result he wanted. Having bothered with the chair was the first clue that suggested this could take a long while.
He went up dry to start, knowing just how pissed it made her.
"I could be a real prick, you know." He had three fingers opening the rim of her anus. Felt like sand against the delicate skin.
"But you won't, Harry," she said, scared.
"You think I won't."
"I can beg you."
"Yeah, well I have other things to do than this, so we might as well take a short cut."
He'd been chain smoking cigarettes and was just about done with the second. But the butt cup was on a table five feet away, so rather than squash it out on the floor, he used the pretty ass in his face. A little sizzling heat, she seized up briefly and the fire went out.
"That didn't hurt, did it?"
"No, not much." Her voice quietly pensive. Worried even.
"Not much," he laughed, then went back to work on her asshole. Covering his hand with lube a couple times over, the slick digits went back into the valley and started in earnest, prying apart the resistant opening.
"Easy now, girl," he encouraged her.
"Oh, I can't do this, Harry."
"Yes, you can. You can because this is what old Harry wants. You want to please your bud, don't you? You said any way I want. You weren't lying, were you?"
"No, Harry, I wasn't lying."
"Then this will fit right in."
There had to be four fingers fighting their way into her rectum. Jessica felt them shove and shove again, and the cold feel of more lubricant and another return visit with his probing hand.
"Easy, baby," he almost sounded nice. But that was short-lived. With her still resisting, Harry suddenly pulled out and grabbed the first instrument of punishment he could lay his hands on. "Guess I haven't worked you up enough."
He struck her hard with a ping pong paddle, first the soft rubbery side, then the hard wood, then the soft again, making her bottom sting and the fire spread to cover her entire hind end. At last, he shoved the handle into her ass, just to remind her of what he really wanted. After fucking her with it for a good twenty seconds, she wanted to scream. She wanted his hand, desperately wanted his hand back where it had been before.
Jessica got her wish. Lubed up one more time, Harry's fingers went all the way to his knuckles; doing what the paddle handle couldn't do, they finessed their way inside, going a little deeper each time they shoved, opening her a little wider.
There'd been a little magic in that hard ping pong paddle spanking. A little more of her fight had given way, a little more self-will disappearing into pleasure.
Harry knew what he was about, knew what he wanted, knew what she needed. A little extra hurt here and there, a little more lube, a fire in her that wouldn't be satisfied with anything but her sweet Southern Belle ass reveling on his fist...it took all that, and a scream of release for his hand to be wholly within her, and the wild-eyed, wicked body writhing on his impaling hand.
Soon as he was deep inside, he stood up beside her, whispering, "My cock's gonna feel like a toothpick after this."
"Never..." she softly answered, losing the words she wanted to say.
He played her clit, thrumming it like guitar stings, all the while his hand was in her ass. And he wasn't easy on her clit, never easy; he rather make her hurt and hear her scream when she came, finding pleasure in the pain she was desperate for. He felt her energy bloom, a big voluptuous energy enough to make his cock hard again. When she started to come, she thrashed against his body so the two became like one person. He held her in fear of damaging her pretty body, while her muscles tightened in around his fist, pushing him out. He held her fast through the most violent of the spasms, then as they diminished he eased his hand out...
He backed away to gauge her mood, making her live with all that was splendid and terrible in the ordeal. Then he untied the knot that kept her dangling and carried her to the bed in his arms.
She was back on her knees now, ass high, head lowered, arms bound high behind her as they had been since he started. This was how he took her in the ass... not a big deal for her after the fisting she'd just suffered. But a toothpick? Not hardly.
It was a big deal for Harry though. Her body still spasmed, being agitated from coming and as her muscles closed in around his erection, he fucked her, fucked her hard, rode her bucking, gasping body, until he'd filled her again.
Maybe he'd go for the triple whammy and fuck her mouth, he thought as his erection slid out of her ass, and he dropped to the bed beside the pretty Jessica.