Seducing My Maid Novels & Stories

He grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch, skirt flipped up, ass and pussy completely exposed. “Time for your tip, maid,” he said roughly. “Hold onto that feather duster and don’t let go.” I gripped the duster tightly with both hands as he kicked my feet wider apart. The fat head of his cock rubbed up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit before pressing against my entrance. “Beg for it,” he ordered. “Please, sir… please tip your maid. Use my pussy while I’m still in uniform. Fill me with your cum.”

"I don't play the odds. I play for the person who pulled the locket out of the fire." Caleb pulled her into a kiss that tasted of salt, blood, and a $100 Billion victory. The "Contract" was dead. The "Secret" was out. And the "Maid" had finally become the Master of the Game.

Making his way to the main house, he closed the basement door and found his friends in the small study, sipping bottles of beer. “Sneaking it in again?” Johannes asked. “Someone has to. There is no hard stuff here but a can of soda,” Cash said. “Want one?” Johannes shook his head. He stopped drinking beer years ago. He was a scotch man himself. “Laura suspects what we’re doing,” Johannes said. “What I’m doing.” “Which part?” Saya asked. “Manipulating her to fall in love with me,” Johannes said. “How?” Marcell asked.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

Chapter 71 Angie's POV A relief! It was the maid. “Dare you to leak this, and I'll…” Alex grabbed her neck, pinned her against the door. He shoved his fingers underneath her fiercely,and he cried out in silence. “Now get out!" He yelled. “Thank you sir." The maid drawled, before scampering out of the room. “We should stop,what if mother should comes in?“ " Point of correction, my mother not yours."

And one more thing dressing herself beautifully according to her may be as she asked me the question hundred of times while trying her dresses. Maybe they already knew each other well. I guessed. Anyways I thought she wouldn’t ask me to the nightclub with her and I really wanted her to do the same as I didn’t go into one ever and I wasn’t even interested to go. And by the way why she would need a maid in the club. Getting me out of my thought, she uttered, “Hey, where are you lost, you maid? Follow me.” In this days I almost forgot my name as everyone here called me by maid except one.

He could still picture her—disappearing into the compound, her beauty soft, her steps light, her presence unforgettable. She was Isis’s maid. Innocent. Graceful. Unaware of what she stirred in him. And now, tied to a chair, pain biting through him, one thought kept him from surrendering to the dark. Her.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

"Let me make this right." I caught her wrist before she could touch me. "You taught me well, big sister. About manipulation. About patience. About waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Her eyes widened, real fear this time, not performed. "Thank you for the lessons," I whispered, letting her go. "Now watch how well I learned them." I walked down the stairs, ignoring their calls. In the foyer mirror, I caught one last glimpse of myself, mascara-stained, wild-eyed, finally unchained.

This woman didn't even know just how much danger she was in. I'll start breaking the company into pieces soon. Or that's what I've been using to assure myself this whole time. I've been delaying the plans more than anything. And now? I was already running out of time. With the snap of a finger, one of the maids was right in front of her, and she gestured for her to take me to my room. “Please, come with me sir,” she said, and I followed her upstairs. She finally stopped at one of the doors, before pushing it open. I took in the sight of the whole room. It was actually a lot.