Master of the House

Derick pulled his spent cock from my mouth with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting my swollen lips to the glistening head. I swallowed the last drops obediently, gasping for air, my throat raw and my jaw aching. He stared down at me with dark, satisfied eyes, thumb brushing across my messy lower lip.

“Up,” he ordered. “We’re not done.”

He didn’t wait for me to stand. He hauled me to my feet, kissed me hard,tasting himself on my tongue…then threw me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing. My uniform was bunched around my waist, ass exposed, as he carried me down the long hallway toward the master bedroom.

My heart raced. This was crossing every line. Alora’s bedroom. Her bed. Yet the forbidden thrill only made me wetter.

Derick kicked the door open and tossed me onto the massive king-sized bed. The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. He stood at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, revealing a powerful, sculpted chest and defined abs. His cock was already hardening again.

“Take off the uniform. Slowly.”

I obeyed, peeling the black and white fabric over my head and tossing it aside. I was completely naked now, nipples tight, pussy throbbing and dripping onto the sheets where Alora slept every night.

Derick opened the bedside drawer and pulled out two long silk ties…black and expensive. My breath hitched.

“Hands above your head.”

He tied my wrists to the ornate headboard with expert knots, stretching my body out for him. The position arched my back and pushed my breasts upward. He stepped back to admire the view, stroking his thick cock lazily.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “My pretty little maid, tied up and ready in my wife’s bed.”

He climbed over me, settling between my spread thighs. Without warning, he thrust inside me in one brutal stroke, burying himself balls-deep. I cried out at the sudden stretch, still sore from the dining table but aching for more.

Derick didn’t go slow. He fucked me hard and deep, hips slamming against mine, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the luxurious room. Every thrust drove me into the mattress, my tied wrists pulling against the silk.

“Say it,” he growled, pounding into me. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours, Derick! It’s yours fuck!”

He leaned down and bit my neck, then my collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hands gripped my hips, angling me so his cock hit that perfect spot with every savage thrust. I came hard around him, screaming, my walls fluttering and squeezing his thick shaft.

But he didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my stomach, ass up, face pressed into Alora’s pillow. He re-entered me from behind, even deeper now, one hand fisting my hair while the other smacked my ass hard.

The sting only made me moan louder.

Again and again he claimed me,on my back, on my side, riding him while my wrists were still bound. He made me come on his cock, on his fingers, and once on his tongue while he knelt between my legs like a starving man. By the third round I was a trembling, sobbing mess, covered in sweat and his marks.

“You’re addicted already, aren’t you?” he taunted, slowing his thrusts to a deep grind while I shook through another orgasm. “Can’t get enough of your boss’s married cock.”

“Yes…” I whimpered, too broken and pleasure drunk to lie. “I need it. I need you.”

Derick untied me only to flip me onto my back again. He pinned my wrists above my head with one strong hand and drove into me with long, punishing strokes. His eyes never left mine,possessive, intense, almost obsessive.

“You’re mine now, Hazel. Not just for tonight. Every fucking day you’re under this roof, this pussy belongs to me.”

He came hard inside me the final time, flooding my depths with hot, thick ropes of cum. The feeling of him pulsing and filling me pushed me over the edge one last time. I screamed his name, body convulsing beneath him.

We collapsed together, breathing ragged, bodies slick. Derick pulled me against his chest, one arm possessively wrapped around my waist, his cock still half-hard inside me.

I should have felt guilty. This was Alora’s bed. Her husband. Her life. But all I felt was a dangerous, addictive warmth. I was falling fast,too fast.

Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains. My body ached in the most delicious way. I was still naked, curled against Derick’s powerful frame, his arm draped heavily over me. Traces of dried cum stuck to my thighs. The scent of sex hung thick in the air.

I smiled sleepily, tracing a finger over his chest, when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Derick reached over and answered it without sitting up.

“Morning, Alora.”

My blood ran cold. I froze against him.

His hand casually stroked down my bare back as he spoke. “Yes, everything’s fine here. Hazel’s been… very thorough with her duties.” His fingers dipped lower, teasing between my ass cheeks. I bit my lip to stay quiet.

Alora’s voice was clear enough for me to hear through the speaker. “Great. I finished early. I’m heading home now. Should be there in about forty minutes.”

Derick’s eyes met mine, dark and amused. His fingers slid lower, pushing through my cum-slick folds.

“Forty minutes?” he repeated, pushing two thick fingers inside me slowly. I buried my face in his chest to muffle my whimper. “Perfect. We’ll be ready for you.”

He ended the call and rolled me onto my back, settling between my legs again. His cock was already hard and pressing against my entrance.

“Better make this quick, little maid,” he murmured, thrusting into my sore, cum-filled pussy with one smooth stroke. “My wife will be home soon… and you’re still dripping with my load.”