Stuck in between

“Hmmmm, your buttock is soft and succulent,” Mr. Grey said as he spanked my butt.

It was my first day working as a maid in his house, I was not expecting this. I had only come to clean and earn some money, nothing more.

I gasped and stood still, my cheeks turned hot, I didn’t know what to say.

“I… I’m sorry sir,” I said in a small voice. “I didn’t mean to make a mess.”

He had come in when I mistakenly dropped a tray, which made a loud, disturbing sound. I thought he would be angry, but instead of yelling. He spanked me."

“You’re shaking,” he said. “Are you scared?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Don’t be,” he added “You’re a pretty little thing, Mistakes happen.”

He walked slowly around me, looking at me like he could see through my clothes. I felt strange and nervous, a little afraid, but also something else. A warm feeling in my belly, I didn’t understand it.

“You wore the uniform well,” he said, brushing his fingers along my arm. “Do you like being told what to do?”

“No sir,” I replied quickly. But my voice didn’t sound strong, not even to me.

He smiled, a slow knowing smile. “I think you do, you just don’t know it yet.”

I shook my head, “This isn’t right sir, i’m just here to clean.”

He stepped close behind me, I could feel his body heat. “You can still clean,” he said softly in my ear. “But I want to teach you a different kind of service.”

He touched my waist, then slid his hand down. My body stiffened, I should have pulled away, I should have run, but I didn’t. My feet stayed still and my heart started beating too fast.

“Stop,” I said, but it came out as a whisper.

“Tell me to stop like you mean it,” he said, gently lifting the back of my skirt.

I stood there frozen, as his hand touched the skin of my thigh. I bit my lip, I hated that it didn’t feel wrong, and I hated that my body was starting to want more.

His hand moved slowly over the back of my thigh. My skirt was up now, and I felt the cool air on my skin. I should have pulled away, I should have told him no again.

But I didn’t.

I just stood there, breathing heavily. His fingers were warm and gentle, They didn’t hurt… but they made me feel something i didn’t expect, horny and desperate.

“You’re not stopping me,” Mr. Grey said quietly.

“I don’t know why,” I whispered.

He leaned closer, then his lips brushed my ear. “Because part of you wants this,” he said. “Even if your head says no, your body is telling me yes.”

I closed my eyes, It was true. My legs were shaking, and there was a strange and sweet ache between them. I had never felt this way before, not from just a touch.

his fingers slid up higher, teasing me through my panties. I gasped and grabbed the table in front of me for support.

“See?” he said. “So soft, so ready.”

“Sir… please,” I whispered, but I didn’t know what I was asking for anymore. For him to stop, or to keep going.

He pulled my panties down slowly. I felt them slide down my thighs, then fell to the floor. I was bare now, completely open to him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice was calm.

He touched me again, this time on my clit. My body jumped at the feeling, His fingers moved slowly, circling and exploring. I let out a soft sound without meaning to.

“You like that,” he said. “Don’t lie.”

I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. I was too full of heat, too full of need. My hips moved toward his hand without thinking, i hated how much I wanted it now.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Let yourself feel it.”

He moved his fingers with slow, careful strokes. I couldn’t stop the soft sounds coming from my mouth. My body was hot, aching, and trembling all over.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re so wet now,” he whispered. “Your body’s begging for me.”

I held onto the table tightly, my legs were weak. My head said I shouldn’t let this happen… but I didn’t stop him, I didn’t want to.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you…” I whispered, with my voice shaking.

“You’re not letting me,” he said. “You want me.”

He stood behind me, his hands was still on my hips. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, then I heard the sound of his zipper.

“Mr. Grey…” I said.

“I’ll go slow,” he said. “I want you to feel everything.”

I felt him press his dick against me, then he guided himself to my pussy and paused.

“Tell me to stop,” he said again. “If you really want me to.”

I stayed quiet, I was scared… but I wanted him. I wanted to know what it felt like, I didn’t say anything.

He pulled me closer, his hands were warm on my hips. I stood still, shaking a little, not sure what he would do next.

Then, he bent down behind me. Spreading me gently with his hands.

“Let me taste you,” he said softly.

Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue touch my clit. I gasped, grabbing the table to steady myself again. His tongue moved slowly, circling my clit. I had never felt like this before.

“Sir—” I tried to speak, but it came out as a breathy moan.

He kept teasing me with soft, wet kisses. My knees felt weak, i could only moan. I was breathing hard, getting hotter with every stroke.