Maid for You (Regular Sex Issue 5) by Kitty French

Author:Kitty French [French, Kitty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01BHBW2VA
Goodreads: 29067265
Published: 2016-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

I've kept dinner simple, chicken in prosciutto ham with asparagus spears followed by a rich chocolate mousse because it's Don's favourite. We eat by candlelight and share a bottle of crisp Sauvignon, relaxing into each other's company after an afternoon that turned out to be far more unexpected than either of us bargained for.

He's bare chested and barefoot in just his jeans and I've been wearing the French maid outfit for long enough now to not feel so self conscious. I know Don is enjoying seeing me in it because he's watching me, stroking my thigh as we sit close to eat, his eyes lingering every now and then on the way my boobs are being held up and offered to him by the corseted constraints of the bodice.

When I gather the dishes and swing the dishwasher door down, he crosses the kitchen to help me. Or maybe he comes because I'm bending over to load the plates into the machine, and as he passes me each plate or bowl his other hand is on my ass, massaging me, stroking the silk between my legs. We're chatting idly as we work, as if his fingers haven't just moved under the silk to touch me slowly. It's not like earlier. He finds my clitoris and strokes my back with his other hand; it feels somehow territorial. I curl my fingers around the wire rack in the bottom of the machine, my hair now loose and swinging around my hot cheeks. This outfit has changed my mindset; I absolutely feel like Don's dirty French maid, as if he's the man of the house taking liberties, silently fingering me in the kitchen while everyone else is upstairs oblivious.

I swallow hard as he pushes a finger inside me, and then two; his other hand still gentle on my spine, almost soothing me. I squirm because the pleasure is so intense, as the taut, silken edge of my knickers presses back and forth over my clit as he fingers me with a deliberate, deep rhythm. He's speaking, low sexy words I can't quite catch, but they work for me, heightening my fantasy. I'm close to coming and he senses it because he knows my body so well. The plates in the wire rack I'm gripping rattle as I jolt, gasping Don's name. He doesn't stop, lets me ride his hand hard, his other hand now curled over my shoulder almost pulling me back onto his fingers.

After a few seconds he eases his fingers from me and snaps my suspender strap playfully.

'Get up, wench,' he growls, slapping my ass as I stand. This whole thing is so very out of character for us; I spin around on my stiletto heels and face him and he kisses me hard on the mouth. We could very easily have sex again right now. I could slide up on the kitchen counter and open my legs, or maybe he could bend me over the table. That would be perfectly in keeping with the maid fantasy.

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