Free Maid for Punishment by Lacey Harper

Maid for Punishment
     
    Krista struggled to free her slender neck from Dirk’s rough grasp. Her boyfriend completely crossed the line with this stupid porno reenactment.
    “You’re so fucking hot when you panic.” Dirk drove his cock deeper into her pussy.
    She rolled her eyes, so lame. If he wasn’t the hottest, most connected guy at the university she’d dump him. But being with him elevated her from lowly freshman to campus royalty so she’d endure some of his crap.
    Dirk ground his pelvis against her. “Take it deep like a good little slut.”
    She tried to tell him how stupid he looked but his fingers clenched tighter. A tingle of fear rippled along her spine. He’d never taken the game this far before. Usually he’d put a hand around her throat and although he used a firm grip, he never squeezed. This was getting way too weird.
    His fingers coiled tighter. “God, you’re wet. You like this don’t you?”
    She shook her head but it barely moved. He laughed and pounded her pussy harder. Done with his bullshit, she grabbed his wrist and yanked.
    He released her neck and clutched her shoulders. His nails dug into the tender flesh. “I’m gonna dump a load in you, get ready baby.”
    She sucked in a breath. “ Get the fuck off of me.”
    “ Stop being such a bitch.”
    Dirk grabbed a pair of lacy white panties off the bed and wadded them in his fist. “If you don’t shut the hell up—”
    A deep male voice cut him off. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my bed?”
    Krista froze at the sound of her employer’s voice. Grant wasn’t supposed to be home from the boxing match in Atlanta for two more days. She’d only agreed to have sex with Dirk in Grant’s bed because she was sure he wouldn’t come home and catch them. And, she hadn’t even stopped partying long enough to clean the mansion. Strike two. Her job as a maid for the most famous boxer in the world was basically gone. She’d be back to cleaning disgusting hotel rooms before the end of the week.
    Dirk’s already pale skin flashed lightening-white. Two broad hands grabbed the younger man’s shoulders and tore him off her. He landed in a heap on the floor.
    Grant towered over her idiot boyfriend. Rage rippled along his ridiculously sexy arm muscles. “Who the hell are you?”
    Dirk held his hands up in surrender. “Sir—”
    Grant addressed her. “Was he hurting you?”
    She hesitated. Hurting? Not really, well kinda. She probably could have handled Dirk, but he was acting so weird, who knows. Everything was happening so fast she wasn’t sure how to respond. If she said he was hurting her, then Grant would probably kill him. But she couldn’t exactly admit to liking rough sex either. She nodded but didn’t say a word.
    Her employer advanced toward Dirk. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you. You have two seconds to get out of my house.”
    “I was just—”
    “Leaving before I fucking kill you?”
    Her boyfriend scrambled to his feet and grabbed his jeans. After he jammed both legs in and zipped up the fly, he opened his mouth to speak.
    Oh god, shut up . The stupid jerk needed to hurry up before Grant’s rage exploded.
    One look from the ripped boxer and he closed it without a sound. Tension crackled between the men. It reminded her of a Mexican standoff, only she knew exactly who’d win. Dirk didn’t stand a chance against a man with an entire room dedicated to his boxing trophies.
    The half dressed moron stumbled over his shoes as he backed toward the door. He scooped them up along with a black t-shirt then turned and ran.
    When Grant didn’t follow, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn’t have to drive Dirk to the hospital.
    The front door slammed. The walls rattled for a second, and then he turned to her.
    “ Jesus Krista, are you okay?” His gaze traveled from her face to the swell of her ample chest.
    She clutched the black satin sheet and dragged it to her chin. She’d have to play this up to