Free Maid for Punishment by Lacey Harper Page B

stepped into the hot water. Despite the near scalding temperature, she quickly submerged herself until only her head remained dry.
    His amused smirk carried into his tone. “I’m going to prepare a few things. Take as long as you need.”
    After he closed the door, the breath she’d been holding whooshed out. She had no idea what he was planning but she’d have to go along with whatever it was. Next semester’s tuition was due in a week and without the money from her job, she’d have to quit college.
     
    ***
     
    Grant whistled as he wrapped a pair of handcuffs around a bedpost. How many nights had he lain in bed fantasizing about tying the little tart up and making her come until she begged for mercy?
    It was sheer luck that the other boxer cancelled the fight. Grant caught the next flight out of Atlanta and happened to come home at the perfect moment. Any sooner and he wouldn’t have found her in such a compromising position. Any later and, well that frat boy couldn’t have lasted very long with prime pussy splayed out underneath him.
    Now he had the opportunity to do anything he wanted to her. But he wasn’t about to do anything to someone unwilling, so he had a few tricks up his sleeves.
    He returned to the chest at the end of the bed and riffled through it. He shoved a riding crop to the side and lifted a black leather paddle out of the way. It had to be in here somewhere. He pulled out a brand new feather duster and snickered. Ironic considering she’s the maid, maybe for later.
    A small blue egg shaped vibrator lay hidden underneath a ball gag. He fished it out then set it on the nightstand. A perfect implement of torture. It never failed to elicit the most delicious screams from his partners. He couldn’t wait to hear her cries of pleasure.
    She seemed to be taking her sweet time in the bath. He wanted to join her but resisted. He couldn’t appear too eager or she’d think she was completely off the hook for tainting the bed with a decidedly pedestrian sexual encounter.
    Encounters? God he hoped it was only once. And who fucked in missionary position anymore. With all the porn available on the internet, she should be a little more creative.
    He gathered the soiled sheets off the chair where he’d tossed them and stuffed them into a hamper in the closet. She could wash those later.
    The sound of water being sucked down the drain drifted from behind the bathroom door. He debated undressing just to see her reaction, but he wanted her to remove each article of clothing, slowly.
    The bathroom door swung open. A white towel covered Krista’s curvaceous body. The creamy swell of her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Tendrils of damp auburn hair clung to her heart shaped face. Her hazel eyes regarded him with trepidation.
    Her voice wavered when she spoke. “Did you decide?”
    “On what?”
    “On how I can repay you.”
    “Yes. You can spend the rest of the night in my bed.”
    She cocked an eyebrow. “By myself?”
    He chuckled. “Well that wouldn’t be any fun.”
    “ So I’ll be in bed with you?”
    “Exactly.”
    “How’s that a fair deal?”
    “It seems completely fair. You violated my space by bringing that boy into my bed and now I will reclaim it. Besides, I don’t think you’re in a position to make any demands right now.”
    She crossed her arms under her breasts which only pushed them further toward the top of the towel. “Fine. One night.”
    He sauntered across the room to where she stood then ran the back of his hand down one shoulder. “ You’ll probably enjoy it.”
    She brushed his hand away. “I’m only agreeing because I need this job.”
    “ You’ll keep your job, but not until you’ve been punished. Now, drop that towel and lay down on the bed.”
    When she hesitated, he grabbed the corner and yanked. The towel dropped to the floor. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head then backed her into the nearest wall.
    “What the hell?” Her eyes