Seducing The Maid Novels & Stories

Two young, beautiful maids in crisp black-and-white uniforms appeared as if they had been waiting for his command. “Girls,” Damian said casually, “my new wife needs a proper welcome to her new home. Kiss her. Touch her. Everywhere. Make her moan like the desperate contract slut she is. Do not let her cum.” The maids obeyed without hesitation. The first maid knelt in front of Aria and kissed her deeply, tongues tangling passionately as she squeezed and pinched Aria’s full breasts. The second maid moved behind her, kissing and biting her neck and shoulders while her hands roamed freely — spreading Aria’s ass cheeks, pushing fingers into her leaking pussy, and rubbing her swollen clit.

I just wanted to make up and apologize again for what I did because until now it still does not disappear from my mind. I was just standing in front of the table while waiting for Sir Elijah to come down. I took a deep breath because of the nervousness I was feeling at those times. Just a few moments later I saw him coming down the stairs.He is just wearing shorts and white shirt tonight. His whiteness is dazzling and his muscular body is fascinating. Any woman would really like this man so I no longer wonder why so many women come to the mansion and leave in tears. I can't help being an illusionist that one day he will also notice someone like me. But who am I for him to notice? I'm just a

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."

“They’ll get used to you being here. You start work tomorrow morning at six. Maria, one of the other maids, will show you the ropes.” ::::::::::::: Morning came too soon. Maria, a woman in her fifties with kind eyes but a strict tone, woke me while it was still dark. “Come on, girl,” she said. “We’ve got a lot to do before the family wakes up.” The work was brutal, scrubbing floors, cleaning bathrooms, washing dishes, helping with meal prep. My hands were raw by midmorning, my back ached terribly, but I didn’t complain. This job was giving Johnson a chance at life. That was all that mattered.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm just desperate. Besides this is a win-win situation for us" "Shhh, just get the maid uniform and follow me to the servants hall." She turned and left ahead of me "Thanks Calliope, you are the best. Can I just bring my whole luggage?" "Ofcourse, I'm always ready." Her eyes rolled, then continued to walk away from me. Later, we were in her room in the servants hall where I already transformed myself to a middle aged woman "What do you think, do I look like am in my forties now?"

"The first reason is that your fiancee might just walk in on us and you know that it will be wrong to let her see us this way. The other reason is that this is a kitchen and it will be very unhealthy to do this in the kitchen." "Quinn stop with your lectures. My fiancee can not be a problem for us now because she is drugged, remember? As for this kitchen, I do not mind doing it here with you, so you too shouldn't mind," he said. "I thought that by now my opinion would also matter to you but it seems as though all you care about is getting into my panties," the maid said, looking a bit angry. She pushed him lightly, then she came down from the cupboard and dressed her clothes very well.

Yes, working for Prince Scott was a joy. “No, I’m fine maid. I don’t need anything,” He said as he dismissed me with a wave of his hand. I scoffed and looked at him in annoyance. The arrogant fool! Another one of his favorite pastimes was calling me Maid. Despite me constantly correcting him. I swallowed down the retort in my throat, choosing to pick my battles, and strode out of his bedroom in irritation. As I hurried down the stairs, I noticed something. Well not exactly, I didn’t notice anything but my magic picked up something or someone. I tried to walk faster as I constantly looked over my shoulder in hopes that It was a fellow maid who had a crazy master that let her go at midnight.

She was just Sarah Mitchell, a maid who happened to be falling dangerously hard for her employer. At exactly 9 PM, she knocked on his study door. "Come in, Sarah." Sarah. Not Aria. She'd definitely imagined it earlier. She pushed open the door. Damien stood by his desk, jacket discarded, shirt sleeves rolled up, looking at her with an intensity that stole her breath. "Close the door. Lock it." She obeyed automatically, her heart racing. "You did beautifully tonight," he said, moving toward her slowly. "Staying so composed while I tortured you. Serving Marcus without giving anything away, even though you were falling apart inside."

She stated. “So, Mientras Estamos saliendo, sigo siendo tu sirvienta o consigo un reemplazo ( While we're dating, will I still be your maid or you'd get a replacement )?" She inquired. “I was thinking about that, you're no more the maid. The new one would start tomorrow, and then you become the caretaker. You run the affairs of my home, my home is your office." He told her as he leaned in for a kiss.