Masuk"Ahhh, ohhh, please, ahhh... ohhh... just ahhh, fuck me, please, Master!" "Shut the fuck up, you slut," he snapped coldly. His voice was harsh and commanding. He kept fucking me hard with his fingers. They felt fifty times bigger and thicker than my own, stretching my inner walls open until I was completely full. My hips started moving on their own, going up and down against his hand, chasing the intense friction. The wet, messy sounds of his fingers sliding inside my juices filled the hidden room. "I'm coming! Master, I'm coming!" I cried out. My inner muscles clamped down tight on his hand as the wave built up. "Don't," he commanded roughly. Before I could reach the edge, he pulled his fingers completely out of me, leaving me cold and empty. He grabbed my hips, flipping me over on the bed and raising me up on my knees. He pulled my waist back so that my butt was facing him, completely open and exposed. Without giving me a second to breathe, he guided his massive, throbbing co
"I... I was so busy today, Master," I stammered. My voice was shaking so hard I could barely form the words. "I almost forgot to clean up this place. I was just finishing up." He did not answer me. He just walked right past my body. His bare, warm shoulder brushed against mine. He reached for the wall and flipped a switch. A sharp, bright overhead light flooded the entire room. The sudden brightness made me blink hard. When I opened my eyes, the view made my knees shake violently. The bright light revealed everything. He was fully exposed. His pale, muscular body was covered with streaks of fresh, red blood across his chest, his stomach, and his thick thighs. He walked close to me again. His presence was completely overwhelming. Right beside me was a white porcelain washing sink. He stepped up to it, turned on the metal tap, and began to wipe the thick blood off his skin with his bare hands. The pink water swirled down the drain. "You were busy, right?" he muttered, his back turn
I read the words, and my heart instantly stopped. > NOTICE TO ALL STAFF: > The Master has declared an unexpected leave of absence for everyone. Nobody should be working starting tomorrow morning until next week. However, you MUST make sure all your assigned duties are completely finished before you leave the property tonight. If anything is left dirty, you will be fired immediately. No exceptions. I blinked at the screen. Fired? My eyes flew to the top corner of the phone to check the time. 11:38 PM. "Oh, no. No, no, no," I panicked. I scrambled out of bed, almost tripping over my own feet. The Wednesday Room. I hadn't cleaned the Wednesday Room today because Mrs. Gable had told me to stay away from it earlier. But now the sun was down. The Masterโs visitors from a few weeks ago had also visited that room. If I left that room dirty before the staff leave started tomorrow, I would lose my job. I felt like I was going to faint. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely pull m
Two days later, after the imagination that had almost gotten me caught, my mind was still filled with one thing every single day. The Master. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't stop thinking about his big hands, his rough voice, and the way he had made me scream. I wanted more. I didn't just want fantasies anymore. I really wanted him to fuck the absolute hell out of me. My body wanted him so badly that it hurt. It was late at night. I had just finished every single one of my duties for the day. My feet were sore, but the rest of my body was completely on fire. The ache between my legs had been growing all afternoon, getting tighter and hotter with every step I took in my uniform. As soon as I shut my bedroom door, I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck," I breathed out into the dark room. I didn't gently undo my buttons this time. I was too desperate. I gripped the collar of my maid dress and pulled. The plastic buttons snapped off, bouncing onto the wooden floor. I rippe
"Maya? Are you in there?" I recognized that voice. It was Mrs. Gable. Her voice sounded panicked. "Yes! Yes, Mrs. Gable, I'm here!" I called out. I scrambled out of the bathtub. Water splashed everywhere, wetting the bath mat. There was no time to dry myself properly. My hands grabbed my undies and my spare maid uniform from the hook. I shoved my arms into the sleeves of the dress. My hands reached behind me, zipping it up with shaking fingers. My hair was still damp, clinging to my neck. My legs carried me as fast as they could to the door, and I unlocked it. Mrs. Gable stood there, breathing heavily. "Put your apron on, Maya. There is an urgent service needed. The Master just called down. He has important visitors coming unexpectedly. He wants the main hall perfectly clean right now. Go, quickly!" "Yes, ma'am. Right away," I said, my heart still racing from what I had been doing just moments before. I tied my white apron around my waist, grabbed a fresh microfiber cloth, an
The grandfather clock in the main hallway struck twelve times. Loud. Slow. Deep. It was Wednesday. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist. I held my feather duster in one hand and my heavy wooden bucket in the other. The mansion was dead quiet. I walked down the long, narrow corridor on the third floor. At the very end of the hall was the heavy oak door. The handle was made of dark, tarnished brass. I stopped right in front of it. My heart did a strange little flutter in my chest. Every day of the week, I cleaned this floor. I dusted the picture frames. I vacuumed the long red rugs. But on Wednesdays, this specific room was different. Don't go near it, I told myself. Maya, you know the rules. The Master had been very clear when he hired me. The Wednesday Room is off-limits. No exceptions. I stared at the brass handle. What did he do in there on Wednesdays? Why did the door stay locked until the sun went down? I stepped closer. My nose was almost touching t







