The Maid

The Maid Ch. 3

Kevin

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"Alright, sounds good, Uncle Jack. Yeah, I'll see you for lunch. Mhmm," I said into the phone with Jasmine on the couch next to me. "I'm sure the maid wouldn't mind cooking. She's cooked a lot for me, actually." I made a yapping mouth motion with my hand and Jasmine smiled. "Tomorrow it is then. Bye."

I hung up the phone and dropped it in my lap, sucking in a breath of air and then exhaling slowly. "He's coming over for lunch tomorrow."

Jasmine's face was incredibly hard to read. She might not even know just what she was feeling. "Tomorrow, we'll find out what he actually knows. We should iron out a plan," I suggested.

Jasmine nodded, her hands in her lap. She had been with me for two weeks, and it was a weekday, which meant she was in an outfit of her choice. She really liked skinny jeans, leggings, and capris. Her tops were graphic t-shirts, tank tops, and a button-down shirt with 3/4 sleeves. Today was a skinny jeans and button-down day.

"It'll still be a weekday tomorrow, but I'll wear one of their outfits. I want to play the game in case he does know. If he doesn't know, he'll find out," the sexy Latina said, crossing her arms under her bust as she sipped her morning coffee."

I nodded in agreement. "I'll try not to let it go overboard, but I'll play the game these men would want me to with you. I want you to know that I'm not looking forward to it."

"I know, babe," Jasmine said softly. "You've been nothing but sweet to me the two weeks I've been here. It's been easy, even. The house looks good, I can tell you're happier than when I got here." She let out a giggle. "I'm eating better than before. You're a hell of a good cook."

I smiled and met her brown eyes. "After working in the home office, and you working hard to keep this place so perfect, we deserve nice healthy meals."

Jasmine's smile matched my own. "I still can't stop saying I like being appreciated. You look after me, let me wear clothes I like, and you don't take me for granted. With the situation I'm in, I have it lucky."

I cupped her soft chin in my hand and I thumbed her lips. "And I keep telling you, I'm sorry about how you wound up here, but I'm glad that you are. And I'm glad that despite everything, it can feel like your place."

Jasmine held my eyes with hers and softly kissed my thumb. "With the exception of not being able to leave the property, it does feel normal," she admitted. "Sharing meals with you, only calling you sir or master when I feel dirty," she added with a smirk, "going to bed and waking up together, showering together. To me, we feel like an actual couple. Being respected by you, treated like your girlfriend and not a made or a slave... It makes this so much easier."

I lean forward and kiss her, and she kisses me back. "Me being able to do that also makes me happy," I said with a smile. I loved that after the kinky things we've done, it's the little true affectionate things like that that make her blush. "We'll see what he knows or doesn't know, but we've played by their vague rules, whoever they are. Nobody else knows about you, you've never left the property. They have no reason to take you."

Jasmine leaned into my touch and closed her eyes. "If I have to be 'owned' I'm still glad it's you." She sighs and kisses me again. "You have every opportunity to be terrible, but you never take it."

"And I won't. Tomorrow is going to be the closest to that I come until the quarterly check-up," I told her. "I don't know how he'll react, or if he'll try to abuse it. I don't know how to help you prepare for that."

Jasmine sipped from her coffee again and bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Master," Jasmine caught herself doing my pet peeve, but she used the code word. Given how heavy, then sweet, then heavy the conversation had been I was not sure what to make of her mind. Our entire relationship has been built on trust and communication.

I tilted my head questioningly, wordlessly asking if she was trying to play a game, or if that was a slip usage. She smiled briefly and then went into a face of shock and worry. "I didn't mean to bite my lip, Master! It's just a natural reflex!"

"We've talked about this so many times before, J. You know I hate when you bite your lip. Please stand up."

"Master, please! I said I was sorry! Please, please don't punish me," Jasmine pleaded, her overacting told me this was absolutely one of our games.

I stood up from my own chair and stalked over to her. "I said get up," I growled and wrapped her hair in my hand. I pulled on her hair just hard enough to give her a tinge of pain that I had learned she liked, and she got up out of the chair. "Okay! Okay! Ow ow ow!" she cried, much louder than warranted by my light to medium pulling.

"Bend over the table!" I ordered, and as our usual, I applied enough pressure to direct but light enough that she could easily fight it, which she didn't.

"W-what are you going to do, Master?" Jasmine asked anxiously, trying to look over her shoulder at me.

"Eyes front, J. You know what happens to my girls when they don't follow orders, when they disobey me," I said darkly, pressing myself against her ass.

"They... they get spanked, Master," Jasmine muttered, accepting the punishment she signaled for by calling me Master.

"That's right, J. I don't want to do it, but you've left me no choice," I said with mock sadness as I grabbed the waistband of her leggings. I made sure my thumbs grazed the bare skin of her hips, and dragged down her black leggings and red panties together, baring her ass and bald pussy to me.

"Master, I'm sorry. Please don't spank my bare bottom. I'll tell the girls how you showed mercy."

I just laughed. "Why would I want the harem to think I'm merciful?" I asked, rubbing her pert ass cheek before I made it jiggle with a crack of my hand. "We don't want them thinking Master is going soft, do we?" I chuckled as I spanked her other cheek. I massaged the offended flesh with my fingers and pressed my thumb against her pussy lips, feeling her already gathered wetness.

"Nobody thinks you're getting soft, Master!" Jasmine squealed as I resumed her punishment with 2 more spanks. "Please Master, don't make it hard for me to sit down!" she pleaded as I gave her two more.

"I think that's enough until you displease me again," I told her as I leaned down and pressed my lips to her ass.

"Thank you, Master, for the lesson," Jasmine said and was about to stand up before I dropped to my knees behind her, grabbed her hips, and lapped at her wet pussy from behind, enjoying her heady and tangy essence. "Oh! Oh my God!"

"Mhmm," I confirmed, happy to be doing this as I hoped she was happy to be eaten out. She pressed herself back onto the kitchen table and grabbed the edges of it as I slurped at her labia and wiggled my tongue into her tight opening. "Do you wanna cum in my mouth, baby?" I asked, the pretenses for the game gone, replaced with my want to make this beautiful woman come undone by my mouth.

"Yes please! Yes!" Jasmine moaned as I used my hands to spread her puffy vulva so I could properly lather her pink inner pussy with the flat of my tongue. "That feels so good, Kevin! Please keep going! Fuck!"

I didn't plan on stopping until she was screaming in climax and writhing around on my table as I ate her from the back. I slipped a hand between her legs and reached up so I could work her clit in intense circles while I plunged her depths with my tongue as far as I could reach.

"Yes! Yes! Yeeeessss!" Jasmine screamed as her pussy clenched and unclenched around my questing muscle. "Oh please, Kevin! I'm so close! Make me cum! Yes!"

This was the first time I tried it, but I wanted to try to push Jasmine's buttons for the first time. Right before bringing her to orgasm, I removed my mouth from her and stood up.

"Wait, what?" she asked indignantly. She looked over her shoulder and saw me wiping my mouth. "Kevin! What the fuck?" She seemed actually livid. "Are you really going to leave me on the edge like that?" She stood up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss.

As I kissed her back and let her taste herself on my tongue, in my mouth, she grabbed my hand and put it between her legs, and I went for it, spearing fingers deep into her.

When I broke the kiss, I kissed her forehead. "I just wanted to see how insatiable you were, if you needed me outside of our little game, how you'd respond if I denied you release."

A torrent of emotions and thoughts flew through Jasmine's head at once. She shoved on my chest, clearly mad, and pulled on my collar to pull me in for another heated kiss.

"Don't you ever bring me so close to orgasm and then tease me by stopping. Orgasm denial isn't cool, mister. If you start something with me, please finish it. This is your house and your rules, but please if you mean to get me going, do it until I'm done!"

I nodded my head, a hand on her shoulder and two fingers inside her that had stilled while she gave me the business. I started to curl my fingers now, making her knees buckle. "Oh fuck!" she panted almost instantly.

"I promise I'll never withhold orgasm from you again," I said seriously as I pressed a kiss to her hair and continued to fingerbang her as she held onto my arms. "Only orgasms, or giving you so many you beg me to stop."

"Th-that's all I ask," Jasmine said breathily as she hummed against my hand, my palm rubbing her mound and her sensitive clit, making her gasp and fall into my chest.

"C'mon then, baby. Cum for me. I mean it this time, no games," I promised as I coaxed her to orgasm and held her up as she cried out, her knees giving. "You're so fucking pretty when you do that," I kiss her head and help her back into her chair.

She pushed a sweaty lock of rich brown hair from her face and looked up at me with a pleased but tired smile. "I'm going to suck you dry today at a time of my choosing. And it's a weekday, so I can do what I want."

I just laughed as I reached for my coffee. "Jas, you can do whatever you want on the weekends, too. It was your decision to make weekends obedient days."

"I thought you liked those?" Jasmine said with a pout. "You're supposed to own me seven days a week, so I thought I'd give you those two."

"A generous offer, Jas, but you can stop any time." I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall and sighed. "I should head to the home office," I said sadly and kissed her forehead, getting up and taking my coffee with me. "You know you can take all the time you want to start your morning."

Jasmine stood up, her coffee in hand too, still completely naked below the waist. "This house isn't going to keep itself clean," she giggled and picked up her discarded leggings and panties, giving me a glorious view of her tight ass as she walked the other way.

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"Jack, I'm not sure about this new guy. I know we just picked him up but he's rubbing me the wrong way," I said to my uncle on a business call. It was a good balance of personal life and work connection.

While on call, Jasmine sauntered in, the same outfit she had on this morning, but her flannel shirt was unbuttoned enough that I could see a teasing amount of cleavage and bra. "Yeah, I'm still here. The maid just came in to clean up a bit," I lied as she spun my chair to face her and dropped to her knees.

"Jack said hi," I told Jasmine off handedly and she rolled her eyes and popped the button of my slacks. "She's doing great, yeah. I can't wait for you to meet her. She's really nice and very pretty," I laid it on thick as she pulled my package out of my pants, spit on her hand and started to masterbate me.

"I'll keep you updated on how Simon performs in his group project I'm overseeing, and I hope I'm wrong about him. Yeah, I'll let you go, and I'll see you tomorrow for lunch. Have a good one, Jack, bye." When I hung up, I looked down at Jasmine with a pointed look as she made a show of poking the inside of her cheek with my cock. "Really, Jas? I get he's my uncle, but he also runs the company."

Jasmine just looked up at me innocently, fluttering those long dark eyelashes at me as she obscenely bulged out her cheek with my dick head. She slowly slid her mouth off of me, no doubt purposefully leaving a long string of saliva connecting her to me. "You don't like desk blowjobs?" she asked as she pressed a kiss to the underside of my length. "I thought that was every guy's dream. And getting one while talking to your boss?" She smiled coyly. "How many guys get to do that?"

I just laughed as she went back to licking me all over, making eyes at me and humming contentedly. "Jasmine, I really do need to get some work done."

"How am I stopping you?" she asked and took me properly in her mouth. She kept her humming and purrs to a minimum, but her lewd slurping wasn't getting any quieter. Her hand quickly twisted and pulled at the base of my cock, like she was trying to draw up the cum that was starting to fill my balls.

"Well for starters," I began to argue but was quickly losing my rational mind as this sexy Latina sucked me off of her own accord, "I'm not even facing my desk, and it's distracting with you doing this," I chuckled.

She took her mouth off again and started slapping her cheek with my slobbery meat. "Well finish up already and then you can get back to work, and I can get the house more presentable for Uncle-Boss Jack."

"You know he very well may be involved in all of this... us, I mean?" I don't know why I was arguing against a mid-work shift blow job instead of just enjoying it, but I guess I had a lot on my mind.

"I'm aware of that," Jasmine confirmed between kisses, her hand still moving while her second came up to fondle my balls. "That's why I want this to go as smoothly as possible. I'm hoping if he is involved, or even runs it, he might give me some extra liberties."

"We-we'll find out tomorrow," I said as my belly tightened, and I knew I was getting close. "Just keep sucking, okay? I'm almost there!" My urgency had her smiling and then choking herself on my cock until I finally finished and she drank it all down.

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Sleep wasn't easy for me and Jasmine that night, because the next day felt like we were going to war with how anxious we both were.

When we woke up, we did our usual morning routine, but Jasmine went further, doing her makeup the way it was the day I met her. She wore the same outfit, that blue satiny felt outfit that accentuated her breasts so swell, showed off her toned midriff and the mini skirt of the same material that showed off her long legs and the inviting swell of her ass.

"I know this outfit doesn't hold fond memories for you, but you do look great," I told her softly as I stood behind her in the mirror. "I'm not even going to ask how you're feeling or if you're ready. I know your guts are twisted up."

She nodded, staring into the reflection of my eyes. "Kevin, what if he isn't involved? What do we do then?"

I puffed up my cheeks and exhaled slowly. "Then we find out who bought you with Jack's money," I shrugged. "This may go deeper than we want it to, and if we dug too deep... it may have consequences we don't like," I warned her.

"I know," she said, nodding her head slowly. "I should let you get to work. I'll let you know when Jack gets here.

And just 4 hours later, he was here, right on time. Jasmine opened the door for him with a wide smile. "Hello! You must be Jack. I've heard a lot about you. Please, come on," I heard Jasmine say, because I was hiding in ear shot. "Master! Your Uncle Jack is here!" She sing-songed.

"Master?" Jack asked as I pretended to take my time like I had been in the office. "Honey, why are you dressed like that?"

"How else would I dress for my master?" she asked innocently, like she had been made to wear her revealing and tantalizing outfit.

"Jack, good to see you in person. I'm sorry I've been such a stranger," I told him as I gave him a hug.

"You've been going through a lot, but you're still working hard for me, so I can't give you too much trouble," he chuckles. "The place looks amazing. Your maid does great work!" He turned to Jasmine and frowned. "I'm afraid I don't know your name, dear."

Jasmine smiled and rolled her eyes. "I don't have a name. Master just calls me J."

Jack slowly turned to face me. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked from one corner of his mouth.

"What do you mean, Jack? This is J, that 'maid' you bought me," I said with a wink.

"The maid I had Michael hire for you? Why don't you call her by a real name and why does she call you 'Master?' What kind of weird games did I pay for?" He sounded like he was starting to genuinely get angry.

I crossed my arms and Jasmine started to look skiddish. We knew this was a possibility, but we actually expected him to be in on this. "So you don't know what's actually going on?"

"Care to enlighten me if I don't?" Jack asked, the business bulldog in him starting to rear its head.

Expecting I might need it, I took out Jasmine's bill of sale and care sheet from my back pocket and handed it to him.

Jack's face paled and his eyes narrowed and then went wide. "What the fuck is this? What did I do?" he mutters. "What did Michael do?"

"Your man, Michael, didn't just hire a maid, Jack," Jasmine said, using her real voice for the first time since Jack came in. "He found traffickers and he used your money to BUY me, and had me delivered to Kevin. Kevin owns me, and we don't have the details, but if I leave this house without the traffickers' permission, they'll know, and I'll be in big trouble."

"Oh my God," he said slowly, wiping a big hand down his aging face. "Holy shit. And you thought I might be involved in it?"

"We had a large suspicion, yes," I confirmed. "I'm glad you aren't involved, but this means now we need to get a hold of Michael."

"I have Michael's number. He's a freelance gopher. He excels in getting things that are hard to find or people just don't have time to. Apparently he works the usual, but also black markets," Jack informed us. "I'm sorry about all of this, I truly had no idea," Jack said to Jasmine with genuine remorse. "Please tell me Kevin hasn't been treating you like this."

"No, this was an act in case you were actually running the operation," Jasmine filled him in. "Kevin has been nothing but sweet to me. I would have been trafficked to somebody even without this situation, I'm sure. I'm just glad every day it was to Kevin, because he's a good man, and I hate to think what my life would be like right now if it was somebody else."

Jack nods slowly, something looking like pride, in his eyes. "That's good. I'm glad to hear that. I'm pleased there is a silver lining," he said. "I feel sick, and I don't have an appetite anymore. I need to go, I think. I'll send you Michael's number," he said and dug out his phone, and sent me the contact before he could forget. He was a busy man and his short term memory was horrendous. "I won't tell a soul about this. The more people that know, the worse this could get... and my name is on that as the purchaser. If this gets out of hand, I'll be tied up in allegations. Good luck, you two. Kevin, keep being kind to her," he nodded and left without a hug or any more goodbyes.

"Well shit," I sighed as the door closed. "I'm glad Jack isn't actually a monster, even though he fucked up in a big way by using this Michael guy."

"Your uncles seems like a good man, Kevin, if not too trusting. So how do we proceed with Michael?" she asked.

"I'm going to text him and say Jack gave me his number so I could thank him for sending me such a good 'maid,'" I explained my plan. "I'm going to keep it coded and see how he responds."

"That could work. He might know how to contact my traffickers," Jasmine said hopefully. "I'm not stupid enough to beg for freedom, but if we could work out some kind of ankle monitor or expanded tether range so I could do people things again, that'd be great."