THE MAID'S MISTAKE (Chapter two)

“Strip, pretty thing. I want to see all of you before I string you up like the disobedient little doll you are.”

Janelle’s voice was honey-dipped steel, low and sweet but commanding. Elio’s throat bobbed with a swallow as his trembling fingers went to his shirt buttons, heart pounding so loud it echoed in his skull. He stood in the center of the basement..a room transformed from mundane storage space into a private dungeon of red velvet drapes, iron hooks, and coils of glinting rope.

“I said now, Elio.”

Her voice snapped like a whip, and he yelped, fumbling faster, stripping down to his tiny lace briefs. Her favorite pair.

“Mmm… you do remember what I like.”

Janelle circled him like a predator, trailing a nail up his bare back, making him shiver. Her bust pressed against his shoulder blades as she leaned in and whispered, “Tonight, you’re not just going to be my little plaything. You’re going to beg for everything you thought you were afraid of.”

Elio whimpered, eyes fluttering.

“Color, pet?” she asked, lips brushing his ear.

“G-Green, Miss…”

A smile curved on her face. “Good boy.”

She moved to the shibari rig anchored from the ceiling and pulled down a bundle of crimson rope. With methodical grace, she began binding Elio’s slim wrists, murmuring praises into his skin as he gasped and whimpered. His arms were slowly raised above his head, the rope sliding around his skin like silk and sin.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” she said, knotting the final loop. “Thinking about how good your whimpers sounded through the door when you moaned my name. Did you think I didn’t hear you, Elio?”

He was burning. “I..I didn’t mean…”

“Oh, but you did. You meant every filthy stroke. You imagined my hand. My tongue. My cock, didn’t you?”

His knees almost buckled.

“You're such a needy little thing.” Her hand cupped his front, dragging a long moan from him.

Janelle stepped back and slowly began to undress…first her blouse, then the tight pencil skirt that clung to her generous hips. Beneath, she wore nothing but black lace and leather straps, her curves made to command.

She slipped on a harness, the glinting strap-on hanging thick and heavy. “You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you?”

Elio’s lips parted but no sound came.

She smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”

She approached him again, her hand grabbing a fistful of his hair as she kissed him, deep and hungry, tongue demanding obedience. Her other hand traced down his chest, over his trembling belly, down to his briefs.

“You’re hard already. Such a good maid for me.”

She tugged his briefs down slowly, watching his erection spring free, twitching. “Oh, darling. Look at you. Beg for it.”

Elio whined, blushing deep. “Please, Miss… please use me.”

“Use you? No. I’m going to ruin you.”

With that, she slipped two slicked fingers into his mouth, making him suck. He gagged slightly, eyes wide and glazed.

She pulled away and circled behind him again. The cold tip of the strap brushed against his entrance. His whole body jerked.

“Relax, doll,” she whispered, rubbing circles over his hip. “I’ll stretch you so good you’ll cry on my cock.”

She leaned down and bit into his shoulder, sucking a mark onto his skin.

Then…with practiced, careful pressure…she began to push in.

Elio screamed into the air, body jerking against the suspension ropes, every nerve on fire. She moaned lowly at the sound, thrusting deeper inch by inch until she was buried to the hilt.

“You’re mine,” she breathed against his spine. “My perfect, moaning toy.”

He sobbed, his cock leaking, back arching to meet her.

“Say it,” she demanded. “Say who owns you.”

“You do, Miss Janelle. I’m yours. Only yours!”

She fucked into him harder, the room filled with the wet sound of skin slapping skin, the creak of rope, and Elio’s ragged cries.

And then…

The door creaked upstairs.

Janelle stilled, one hand pressed over Elio’s mouth. Her eyes narrowed.

Footsteps.

"How long have you been hard for me, Elio?" Janelle's voice coiled through the air like silk and sin, low and teasing, yet cruelly in control.

"S-Since I walked in, Miss," he panted, strung up like a marionette from the shibari rig. Crimson rope dug deliciously into his skin…around his chest, thighs, arms. His toes barely skimmed the cold floor.

Janelle hummed. "Liar. You've been hard for me since your first day. Since the moment you stepped into my house in that frilly apron and dropped my china."

She dragged her gloved hand over his exposed belly, nails teasingly grazing. "You wanted this. Needed it. Every time you made those little noises outside my door at night, I knew."

Elio's head dropped back. "Please, Miss. I can’t take it…"

"You're not meant to take it," she cut in sweetly. "You're meant to be undone."

She stepped back to admire the sight. Her pretty little maid, trembling, flushed, cock throbbing helplessly in the cool air. She circled him, slow and deliberate, her harness glinting. The dildo strapped to her body was already slick, flushed against her thigh like an unsheathed weapon.

Without warning, she stepped close, ran her palm down his thigh, then up, fingers curling around his cock.

He gasped, whined.

"Don’t you dare come," she warned.

He sobbed, but nodded. "Y-Yes, Miss."

Janelle slipped behind him, grabbed his hips, and pressed the tip of her cock against his entrance again. She gave him no more warning.

She drove in.

Elio screamed, his body jolting forward, ropes creaking under the force.

"You’ll take it," she whispered against his ear, thrusting in again.

Each motion dragged a filthy slap from their bodies, echoed in the dark basement like thunder. Her hips moved with precision and rhythm, driving him to madness.

"You were made for this," she purred. "A soft little toy for your boss. That’s what you are. Say it."

"I’m your toy, Miss. Please don’t stop, please…"

She gripped his chin, pulling his head back, forcing his eyes to meet hers in the mirror set before him. "Look. Look how wrecked you are. Look what I do to you."

He cried out, sobbing, drooling, eyes wild.

She pulled out. He nearly screamed at the loss.

"Not yet," she smirked. "I’m not done."

Grabbing a wand vibrator from the nearby table, she flicked it on. The buzz was low and menacing.

"You’re going to count, Elio. Ten strokes. If you come before ten, I edge you all night."

He shook his head, already begging. "Miss… I can’t…"

"One."

The wand touched his cock. His scream echoed through the basement.