Maid to Submit (2 page)

“Ally girl, I love you,” he said.

“Do you?” she asked softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. She ceased struggling and looked at him with a faraway expression. “I thought you loved me, until I found out you had a side chick.”

He stifled a laugh at her terminology, especially considering the identity of the blonde in question. “A side chick?”

“You know what I mean. How could you, Mark? I trusted you.”

An ache stabbed through his chest at the hurt and accusation in her voice. “Come into the house and I’ll explain everything, Ally. I promise.”

The moonlight reflected off her eyes as she shook her head. “I don’t think so, Mark. I’m leaving.”

He backed her against her car and placed a hand on either side of her, leaning down to speak directly into her ear. “You are either going to walk with me up the driveway and into the house, or I’m going to toss you over my shoulder and carry you inside, sweetheart. What’s it going to be?”

An outraged cry escaped her, and when she resumed pushing, kicking, and clawing at him, he knew he had no choice. In one swift move, he tossed her over his shoulder and headed for the house, taking the driveway instead of the woods this time. Ally cursed him and pounded against his back, and the moment her nails dug into his sides he responded with a rapid series of firm smacks to her upturned bottom.

“Put me down, you caveman! I hate you!” She twisted and flailed herself around. Her heels flew off her feet to join the mess in his yard.

Mark managed to keep her over his shoulder, though her strength was so great that she almost succeeded in tossing herself to the ground a few times. She jogged and went to the gym regularly, sometimes stepping into the boxing ring for a friendly spar with her friend, Jen, and it showed.

He avoided the ketchup covered walkway and ascended the steps to the front door, immediately locking it once he got her inside. If he had to hold her against her will while he explained himself, so be it. But he wasn’t letting his spitfire girlfriend go without a fight. She was everything to him and one day he’d hoped to make her his wife. Sweet and kind, yet headstrong and confident, she was his perfect match. He thought they were great together, and it shocked him that she’d jump to conclusions and try to break up with him without talking it over first.

“Young lady, you will settle down right now.” He rolled her off his shoulder and onto the couch. “Keep your bottom on the sofa and listen to me.”

Her chest heaved from her exertions, and she glared up at him with tear-filled eyes that broke his heart.
Damn
. His gut twisted as he gazed down at her. He sat next to her and grasped her hands, not allowing her to resist his touch.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” he said.

She met his eyes, her lower lip trembling. The urge to kiss her pain away fell upon him, and he had to restrain himself from taking her mouth in his. First they had to talk.

“You know how my grandparents raised me?” he said.

She nodded, her stare still bright with suspicion.

“As I’ve mentioned before, they raised me because my mother was quite young when she had me. She was sixteen, and after I was born she skipped town and eloped with an older man.”

“What does this have to do with you cheating on me, Mark?” Her voice faltered and she dropped her gaze to their entwined hands.

“I wasn’t cheating on you with the blonde Jen saw me with today.” He sighed deeply and waited for her to look into his eyes again, wanting her to see that he was speaking the truth. God, he’d never cheat on Ally in a million years. He cleared his throat. “The busty blonde… was my mother.”

A gasp left Ally, and she straightened and turned to face him fully. “What?”

“Apparently she divorced her first husband and went on to marry a plastic surgeon. So I bet, especially from a distance, that’s why Jen thought I was cheating on you. She called me out of the blue a few days ago and said she would be passing through town today and that she wanted to meet me. My grandparents refuse to talk to her because they’re furious she abandoned me, and I’ll admit my first instinct was to continue to be upset with her and say no. But I’m glad I took a chance and met her. We spent three hours at the restaurant today, just talking. She apologized for not looking me up sooner and said she wants to become a part of my life. She also wants to meet you.”

Eyes wide, Ally fumbled for words. “I… well … Oh my God.” She released a breath and her face melted with remorse. “I’m so sorry, Mark. For everything. Um, you told her about me?”

He squeezed her hand. “Of course I did, sweetheart. You’re the most important thing in my life right now. I told her all about you. Her eyes lit up when I told her you were The One.”

“Th-The One?”

“Yes, sweetheart. The One.”

Ally swallowed hard and her face melted further. “I feel absolutely terrible right now, Mark. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions like that. I just assumed…” Her words trailed off and she gazed around the room, sadness darkening her eyes. “Can you forgive me?”

He cupped her face and brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “I can forgive you, however that doesn’t change the fact that you were very naughty tonight, Ally. Instead of coming to me and talking to me about your concerns, you vandalized my yard and tried to break up with me Jerry Springer-style. We’ve been dating for three months now, and I’ve come to care for you very much. We’re supposed to trust one another, and most importantly, we’re supposed to be honest with one another.”

“I am so sorry.”

He tipped her chin up and forced her to look into his eyes. A shudder ran through her body, evidence that she knew just how much trouble she’d landed in. In their relationship, he had strict rules about talking out their problems and not running from them. She’d disobeyed, and for that she would be punished.

“Do you understand why I’m upset with you right now, Ally?” he asked in his most authoritative tone.

“Y-yes, s-sir.”

“Tell me what you did wrong.”

She briefly described her wrongdoings, her lip trembling as she spoke, her demeanor humbled and submissive. He knew she’d surrender to his authority and accept whatever punishment he deemed fit. Her prior boyfriends had done a number on her, some of them cheating, while some of them didn’t understand her desire to submit, especially given how much of a go-getter she was in her career. He couldn’t blame her for being wary of any man, even him in the beginning of their relationship, but he wanted to make sure she never pulled a stunt like this again. The toilet paper and the rest of the mess in the front yard didn’t anger him, but the way she’d tried to abruptly end their relationship did.

“All right, Ally. I am going to punish you for your naughtiness.”

“Wh-what kind of punishment?”

“First I’m going to give you a thorough inspection, and then you’re going over my knee for a hard spanking on your bare bottom. And that’s just for starters. Your body belongs to me, Ally girl, and I am going to spend tonight making sure there’s no doubt left in your mind just how much I love you.”

* * *

As she took in the whole situation, the weight of her transgressions threatened to choke her breath. Hurt shone in Mark’s eyes, and she felt like the worst kind of scum to have accused him of cheating. Here he’d been spending the afternoon with a mother he hadn’t seen in since—well, ever—and she’d decided to condemn him for stepping out on her without even talking to him about it first. Hell, she’d called his mother a side chick. Even as her heart ached, her face flushed. She was so sorry, and so embarrassed over her mistake.

“Go up to my bedroom and stand in the corner, young lady. Lace your fingers behind your head and stick your naughty bottom out. I will be up to deal with you shortly.”

Though his command struck her with worry because she doubted her spanking would be a light one, his words also filled her with a deep sense of relief. She’d screwed up royally, but along with pain, a punishment from Mark always brought closure, and she knew they would be able to heal and move past this terrible misunderstanding before the night ended. Though her legs felt like jelly, she managed to make it up the stairs and into an empty corner in his bedroom. After lacing her fingers behind her head, she arched her back and stuck her bottom out, per his instructions. The urge to please him flooded her, as did her longing to submit to him in every way, even if he pressed her limits.

Her heart raced as her anxiety heightened, the minutes ticking by ever so slowly. She licked her lips and swallowed past the burning lump in her throat. God, why couldn’t she just have talked to him first? Why did she have to go and make such a blunder? Her initial disbelief that he’d cheated on her should have been her first clue. She hadn’t believed it in her heart, because she really did trust him. Yet she’d allowed her imagination and insecurities to get the best of her, and her anger too.

As she listened for the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, she replayed their conversation in the living room, particularly the last part of it. He’d said he was going to inspect her before he spanked her, and also that it was just the beginning of her punishment. He planned to take all night with her, proving to her that he loved her. Pulses of warmth quickened between her thighs as she imagined all that awaited her. Inspections. Spankings. Intimate punishments.

She sucked in a shaky breath as desire tightened in her core, the little waves of pleasure causing her nipples to grow taut inside her bra. Her breasts felt heavier and heavier, and the aching of her pussy deepened the longer she stood there. Waiting. Just waiting. For him.

“Look at that naughty young lady standing in the corner,” Mark said, his deep voice catching her by surprise. “She’s about to become one very sorry little girl.”

How had he walked up the stairs so quietly? She yearned to turn around and peer into his dark brown eyes, but resisted. Moving out of position without permission was a big no-no. The heat of his body radiated against her, and the entire surface of her skin danced and came alive with the need to be touched by him. To feel his lips trailing all over her, to experience the sting of his hand as he punished her, and to endure the shameful prodding of his fingers as he inspected her.

He cupped her bottom and she gasped despite herself. She was so on edge aching for her punishment even as she dreaded it, and the throbbing of her pussy as her body reacted to the strength of his presence didn’t help matters. She wanted him to hurt her and fuck her. Repeatedly. No holds barred.

“Spread those legs and arch your bottom up higher, Ally.” He patted her butt and moved back, giving her space to follow his instructions. She obeyed, lifting her bottom as high in the air as possible while parting her thighs. The skirt of her maid’s dress rose up, revealing her panty-clad bottom to him. “Good girl,” he said.

He stroked her backside, and his gentle caresses left her quivering in place, her legs barely holding her up. She felt moisture slip from her pussy to soak her panties further, and her face heated knowing he’d soon discover her vast wetness. As if reading her thoughts, he began to work her panties down, taking his time as he peeled them down to rest above her knees, which were still spread wide apart.

“I can smell your arousal, Ally. I know you’re wet. Now, let’s see just how wet you are.”

She gasped as the cool air hit her most private places. He knelt behind her and gripped her cheeks, one in each hand, and parted her bottom wide in an uncomfortable stretch. At first he simply kept her spread open, not yet delving into her moisture. The pause during which she was on display, his hot breath fanning against her slick pussy lips and quivering bottom hole, left her clawing at the wall as she fought to remain in position.

“I can see all of you right now, Ally girl. Your slick pussy lips and the wet, pinkness within. Your tight puckering hole. There’s even a drop of moisture sliding down your thigh right now, young lady.”

A heated wave stole through her, and her shame over being inspected so thoroughly, so intimately, caused the aching below her waist to turn into a full blown throbbing sensation.

“And these panties,” he said in a scolding tone. “These panties are so wet that you won’t be able to wear them again.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir.”

He released her bottom and tapped the side of her leg. “Remove your stockings and panties, Ally. Then bend over the bed and pull your bottom cheeks apart, young lady. I’m not through inspecting your holes yet.”

She nodded with a whimper and began to comply with his demands, her hands trembling as she worked the stockings down her legs. Her panties pooled at her feet as she stood upright, and she pushed them away into a pile with everything else. A deep sense of vulnerability filled her as she approached the bed with her head lowered. From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Mark’s massive form and swallowed hard when she noticed his arms folded over his chest. Though she didn’t look up far enough to see his eyes, she knew his gaze was fixated on her every movement.

“Good girl,” he said as she bent over. “Now reach back and pull those naughty cheeks apart, Ally.”

She flushed so hard it was a wonder she didn’t burst into flames. Perspiration trickled down her temple, and she felt positively feverish. The aching of her pussy, deep in her core, and the pulsing of her clit intensified with each second. All through this, she couldn’t stop thinking about how badly she’d messed up. She’d jumped to conclusions and accused him of cheating. She’d hurt the man she loved, the only man who’d ever made her feel special and like she mattered to him. A simple conversation could have cleared matters up. They could be eating ravioli and getting ready to snuggle up for their movie night, but instead she was bent over the bed, half-naked, waiting to be chastised for her poor behavior.