The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 (10 page)

“You're fucking her so good, baby,” she moaned in his ear. “You're fucking our new property. She
belongs
to us. You're fucking
owning
her with your cock!”

Simon grunted, nodding, not responding. There was some intense, intimate connection happening between Simon and Fiona that Hayley no longer paid any attention to. His thrusts increased in frequency, starting to jackhammer hard into Fiona's preciously hot little cunt.

“Do it, baby,” Hayley purred in his ear. “Cum in the maid! Cum in her!”

“Yeah, oh fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, you know it. I'm gonna
own
her,
own
her...”

Jerking wildly, Simon came, emptying himself completely in their new property. Hayley could feel his orgasm rippling through her own body, and for the first time in their relationship, she came at the same time as him. It was inexplicable—she wasn't even
touching
herself!—but all the same she came when he did. Her body shook with the orgasm, and soon she was on the bed next to Fiona, lost in the dark-haired beauty's thick lusty scent.

“Thank you
so
much, Master,” Fiona moaned, pulling Simon close. “Thank you so much for honoring me with your cum.”

The three of them cuddled all the rest of the evening, Fiona wrapped around Simon, and Hayley sidling up next to Simon's back, snoring softly and comfortably.

* * * * *

A
week passed. Fiona cleaned, cooked, and washed for the couple as dutifully as anyone could have asked. And at night, and during the day, and sometimes right in the morning, she served Simon however he asked.

For Hayley, though...

For Hayley, Fiona had been a little more willful.

Hayley had expected some time of adjustment. It was only natural. She remembered Svetlana saying something about how the maid would be more likely to listen solely to the male in the household, at first.

And so, Hayley had something of a difficult time telling Fiona to do this or that, and reminding the maid who was
really
in charge. But Fiona gave her all these haughty, arrogant looks, acting like she didn’t need to listen unless she
felt
like it, which seemed to be never.

“You will be cleaning the oven later, I assume?” she asked last Sunday, after an enormous roast dinner.

“Oh no, Madam. I didn't
know
that ovens needed cleaning after such large dishes. Are you saying they
do
?”

Little snipey, sarcastic retorts like that. Certainly not what Hayley remembered from talking with the Castle Maid representatives, or what she had heard in her elite circles of acquaintances when they met at big time galas and pool parties. But, that was well enough.

Some period of adjustment is to be expected
. Svetlana's voice in her head was so reassuring, so comforting. Hayley didn't dare question it.

But...but. The nastiness didn't seem to be dissipating, at all. If anything, it was only getting
worse
.

Early Wednesday morning, Hayley was going to go out shopping. Fiona caught her at the door.

“Oh, you're wearing
that
?” Fiona asked, raising an eyebrow.

The outrageously beautiful maid wore a tiny tight black dress, her shiny tits and legs on perfect display. She was a work of erotic art.

Hayley looked down at her short skirt, her tight blouse. “Yes? Is there something wrong?”

“No, it's just that...well.” Fiona smirked and looked away.

“What? 'It's just' what?” Hayley put a hand on her hips.

“I didn't think someone with
your
legs would actually wear short skirts, that's all.”

Hayley was incensed. Just because Fiona's legs were goddess-like and tanned, perfect in every possible way, didn't give her license to insult Hayley's!

“I—I don't, like, I don't—like, I mean, you know?” Words blubbered out of her, like water down a stream. “Okay? So...like! All right?”

Fiona giggled, her magical tits bouncing in her tiny black dress. “Was that a sentence?”

“You know, like!” Hayley shook her head, storming back upstairs. “You know!”

For almost an hour after that, Hayley sat in her room, fiddling with the inhaler in her hand. What in the hell was wrong with her? Why hadn't she been able to articulate her displeasure? Hayley had been rich and spoiled all her life, and she knew it. Articulating her displeasure with those below her was one of her finest skills. It was rather startling to find it just
gone
from her all of a sudden.

She made up her mind—she would discuss the matter with Simon. He was a man, and so therefore quite smart and reasonable. She would listen to his opinion on the matter and thank him, perhaps with a blowjob. Yes. That was a good, ladylike thing to do.

Five minutes later, after a short tug on her inhaler to take the edge off, she walked into his study. He was working. He hated being disturbed as he worked. Hayley didn’t much care. She was upset, and as her partner, he had to listen to her on her time.

His muscles were thick in his tiny white shirt. The biceps bulged, turning his sleeves thin. He looked positively massive in front of his tiny notebook computer. His study was one of the smaller rooms in the large house, just a few hundred square feet around. Bookshelves lined the walls. Simon's desk was large and old, an heirloom from his grandfather on his mother's side.

Simon was ready for her, holding a hand up. “Not now, dear.”

His voice was a bit muffled, an old pen in his mouth.

“I really
must
speak with you.”

She came close to his desk.

“I’m in the middle of some terrific stuff, here. Can’t it wait?”

Hayley stamped her foot. “
No
. I am your
partner
and I want to talk,
now
.”

Sighing deeply, he closed his notebook and turned to her.

“What is it, dear?”

She took a breath. “I’m having some misgivings about Fiona, darling.”

“Fiona?” he laughed heartily. “Don’t joke. She’s incredible.”

Simon had, of course, definitely turned the corner on his stance with Fiona. He fucked her every night. Every morning. Every afternoon. They had fucked more in the last week than he and Fiona had in almost the last year.

That
bothered
her. But she just...she couldn't quite figure out why. Every time she felt like she was getting close to figuring it out, her asthma would act up, and she'd need a long tug on her inhaler.

“Y-yes. I suppose so,” said Hayley. “But I feel like...I don’t know. I feel like there’s something
sinister
going on with her.”

Simon laughed.

“Sinister? Would you listen to yourself? She’s a
maid
. She’s a
mind-controlled
maid. You have nothing to worry about. She couldn’t possibly want anything that you don’t decide for her to want.”

Hayley shook her head. “That’s not true. Just the other day, I caught her giggling as she listened to the radio.”

There had been some ad on promoting a politician’s speech on female equality. Fiona had giggled helplessly. “Female equality?” she had snickered loudly. “No such thing. What a silly idea.”

Simon was unimpressed.

“And? So she laughed. That’s nice. She has a lovely laugh.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s...dear, don’t you get it? If she has enough independent thought to find something funny, why wouldn’t she have enough to plot something against—”

“To
plot
? Would you listen to yourself? She couldn’t plot her way out of a paper bag unless she had explicit instructions.”

Hayley, dejected, tugged at her dress.

“I just...also...there’s been some changes.”

“Changes?”

“Yes. Physical ones. To me.”

Now, Simon seemed more concerned. “I don’t know that I follow.”

“I’ve been...I don’t know. Empty-headed, lately. Airheaded, you could say. Giggly, sometimes.”

“So?”

“Yesterday, I watched entertainment news for six hours straight!”

“You sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”

“I was! I was—” she stopped.

I was playing with myself the whole time
, she wanted to say.

Anything could set her off these days. And looking at all those sexy celebrities in their sexy clothes, running around the world doing whatever they wanted...it didn’t take much to get her
so
excited. She was cumming almost more often than she was giggling, and she was giggling a
lot
.

It was so simple to giggle. So easy. So freeing. She did it there, in front of Simon, tittering nervously, and then allowing that to rapidly progress into a carefree, gentle giggle.

But, there were other items that bothered her. “Also my hair...it’s blonder.”

“You didn’t dye it?”

“
No
.” She giggled. God, why was she giggling? This was serious. “I just woke up and it looked that way! Now, explain that! How would that be happening if Fiona wasn’t
making
it happen somehow? That’s what they do to those maids, isn’t it? They make them all blonde and big-titted and dumb!”

“Don’t be silly, dear. Fiona isn’t a blonde.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

Her voice, which she intended to be scathing and demeaning, was high-pitched, breathy, and plaintive. It all seemed so far out of her control.

“And besides, that color looks smashing on you. Are you sure you don’t like it? I would think you’re a natural blonde.”

“I...really?”

She felt her body begin to glow warmly with the force of the compliment working through her. The
Man’s
compliment. His masculinity appreciating her femininity. That was so
very
nice. She giggled again, thinking of how nice it was to be appreciated.

Her mind wandered for a moment, her fingers floating over her engorged nipples. She hadn’t even talked to him about how her bras were having trouble fitting, how it felt like her tits were growing slowly, but god, if he thought she looked
good
, then maybe she shouldn’t complain so much? He hadn’t fucked her since Fiona arrived. She had encouraged him to cum in the new maid plenty of times, though...

“Hayley? Hayley, are you listening to me?”

Simon had clearly been trying to get her attention for a few seconds now, snapping his fingers.

“I’m sorry, darling. I was miles away.”

Hayley touched her nipples, twirled with her hair. He had said she looked
good
. Could she entice him?

“Listen,” Simon said sternly. “This maid was an investment.”

“I
know
that. But—”

“Do you? Do you have any idea how much she cost? You’re the one who wanted her to begin with!”

“I
know!
I’m sorry, but I just...I just...”

Wait. Why was Simon worrying about the cost? It was Hayley’s money...wasn’t it?

“I don’t...I don’t understand why you’re worried about the money, dear. It’s...the money is...”

Simon stood up to his full height. Had he gotten taller? He was so very large, so strong. Hayley felt her heart pumping fast just looking at him. She felt like she was falling in love all over again.

“The money is
mine
, darling. I’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you, but it’s rather time you figured it out. I’m the man. I control the money in a household. That’s only right, isn’t it?”

A feeling of hot, easy lust struck her body as he asserted his dominance over her. Something was wrong, but it felt so
nice
to give in...

“Oh. Yes.” She giggled, thoughts in her head popping like balloons as her arousal increased. “Well, I suppose so.”

“Wonderful. Fiona thought so too. That’s why she drew up these papers for us.”

From the bottom drawer of his desk, Simon pulled out a thick folder, pulling out several paper-clipped documents and shuffling them gently before placing them in front of Hayley.

“Papers?”

Hayley was losing track. Hadn’t she come in here to make demands of
him
?

Wait, had she? But, women didn't demand things of men. That was wrong. And
she
was a woman, and
he
was a man, so...

“Fiona is qualified as a paralegal,” said Simon. “Remarkable young woman. Sign here.”

He held out a pen. Confused and overwhelmed, Hayley backed away from the table.

“I think I better...lawyer. Get one. You know.”

It was getting hard to breathe. Her panic was coming back. She tugged at her blouse. Why were her breasts feeling so unwieldy and large? And her thoughts, so fuzzy all the time. What was happening to her?

“Don’t be so silly, dear. We’re lovers. You don’t need a lawyer for someone you love, do you?”

God, that made sense. Everything in that sexy, hot baritone of his made
so
much sense. She wanted to believe everything he said.

When had his voice gotten so deep and thick? Didn’t it used to be reedy? Whiny? Didn’t
he
used to be a bit of a pushover? There were so many...so many changes, such hard-to-explain occurrences...

She tried looking at the papers in front of her. The words read like mush. “But...what does it say?”

“It’s very simple, dear. It simply gives me access and control over all of your accounts and estate.”

“Access...control?” She shook her head. “I don’t...I don’t...”

Again, she tried to look at the papers. The words swam together, spiraling, sinking. If only she could watch the words on television somehow. Maybe put them on the entertainment channel. Have that nice bubbly blonde anchor lady explain them all to her...

Simon leaned forward, rapping his knuckles on the desk. “Dear, you have to trust me. Relationships are built on trust.”

She tried again to read the words, but they crashed against each other in waves, worse than before. Her mind was on fire. Something was wrong, wrong!

Standing up, she backed away from the chair, feeling the world spiral and thunder. Why didn’t anything make sense anymore? Why did she feel so
stupid
all the time? How was Simon pushing her around like this? That wasn’t how it supposed to work. This was all
wrong
.