The Maid Ch 04 1

The Maid Ch. 4

Jasmine

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"Holy shit. It's Olivia," I told Kevin as I looked at the screen of his phone. "What do we do?"

Kevin's eyebrows slightly raised. "I uh, I don't know. I didn't think she'd call or text. I was just having fun."

"Let's think about this before we do something. We're not a normal couple here, Kevin. We want to have fun and that's great. But we need to think about Olivia. We can pretend to be a normal vanilla couple for a bit, but there's a lot of stuff we can't do, and we need to consider we might be putting her in danger." I sighed and nuzzled my back deeper against Kevin's strong chest. "Sexy times or not, it would be nice to have a girlfriend."

Kevin stayed silent for a moment but he rubbed my shoulder gently, providing some small comfort. "And you deserve one. It's not healthy if I'm the only one in your life."

A small smile tugged at my lips and I turned in his arms a little, letting him kiss my cheek. "I appreciate you being protective and also considering my needs and not being weirdly possessive."

Kevin chuckled and kissed my temple. "I'm not trying to be a dragon over a stolen princess," he said. "I could message Michael and ask him what protocols there are for having company over."

I nod. "I think that's the right thing to do. Be as vague as possible."

He grabbed his phone off the table and messaged Michael. *Can I ask you a protocol question? I don't want to fuck things up.*

*You're a smart guy, Kev. Ask away.* he texted back almost immediately.

*A friend of mine wants to come over and hangout for a bit after work. How should I handle that with Roxxy around?*

Instead of a text, Michael called him. My heart leapt into my chest as Kevin accepted the call.

"Hey Michael, hate to bug you again so soon," Kevin said. I could see he was nervous, but he hid it well in his voice.

I could hear Michael's voice, but it was all mumbles. "Yeah, it's just me and Roxxy." I had to roll my eyes at his choice of fake name that he had chosen for me. Michael knew my real name, clearly, but Kevin was dedicated to not letting Michael know we were getting along better than master and slave, though I sometimes enjoyed that role play. It was only fun because after our first night, Kevin had only given me reasons to trust him. I learned pretty quickly I was actually a lot kinkier than Kevin.

Kevin hit a button and put the phone down on the coffee table in front of us. "Hi Roxxy. How are you?" Michael asked. Michael confused the shit out of me. He was a trafficker, someone who fucking sold me, but he never sounded horribly cruel or sadistic. Maybe I was just seen as an employee, as an asset but still human?

"I'm good. Dinner was nice," I said honestly. "A night where Master didn't need me to do dishes."

"That sounds relaxing," he said, and then got to business. "So you want to have a buddy or a coworker or something over?"

"Yeah. A friend of mine from college is in town and he wanted to come relax, maybe crash in my spare room for the night."

"That shouldn't be an issue. Play her off as your girlfriend or something. Don't make a big deal of it and you'll be fine. Don't raise any suspicions." His next words were directed right at me. "Roxxy, if you fuck it up or try to blow any kind of whistles, if you don't follow Kevin's every command and lead, I will personally see to your correction. Am I understood?"

My pulse raced and my veins felt like they were on fire as his hardened voice commanded me, and knowing he could ruin my life further or end it removed any fight I would have had, if I had any intentions of fighting. "No sir, no games," I said, shaking my head vehemently. My hair brushing across the top of my breasts reminded me that my shirt was still half open. Even though this was a speakerphone call, I felt like he could somehow see me, he was that inside of my head. "I'll do as Master says."

"Good girl," Kevin said before Michael could respond.

"Well it sounds like you two have it well in hand. Just play house, and don't let anything slip. Roxxy, be the best damn hostess you can. Make Kevin and his friend feel like they don't have to lift a finger."

"Yes, sir. I'll make Kevin happy, and you proud," I said in a defeated voice. Making Kevin happy was the game all along. Making Kevin happy genuinely did make me happy, because Kevin's happiness also looked a lot like my own happiness.

"I know Kevin is working on training you, but let me be clear, Jasmine," he said using my real name, making my blood run cold. He definitely was not my friend. Kevin was the paying customer, and I was a tool. "You'll do whatever Kevin and his guest says. Anything," he says with emphasis, making his meanings clear.

This was the plan anyway, but I had no intention of letting him know that. I didn't want him to take advantage of my kinky nature. It was only fun for me if I was allowed a say. I also knew Kevin wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't genuinely want to do.

For the sake of the ruse, I lowered my head, feeling like full body acting helped make my voice more convincing if I got into the role. "I'll do... I'll do everything he says. And I'll do my best to pretend to like it. Like a good girlfriend would," I finish, raising my head with the best determined look I can muster on a whim.

"Good girl," Michael said, making my skin crawl. I liked it from Kevin, but not from this guy who could switch from charming to sinister and toxic in seconds.

"Kevin, I hope you have a great time with your friend tomorrow," he said before hanging up.

Kevin immediately pulled me into a tight hug. I was shocked at first, but then I hugged him back. "Even if we weren't planning to have fun with Olivia, I would never make you...."

I cut him off by shushing him and hugging him tighter. "I know, Kevin. I was thinking about it the whole time. I know you wouldn't force me to do something with someone I wasn't comfortable with."

Kevin pulled us apart and then kissed me. "I'll text Olivia and invite her over for tomorrow?"

"Before we do, what are our plans for her? Do we try to just be friends? Do we seduce her?"

"Well, she already knows we're both into her, and she texted us back on those grounds. So I think she should expect some level of intimacy," Kevin said, holding my hands. "We'll press a button here or there, but we should let her dictate how far it goes and how fast unless she goes too far and fast for you."

"Agreed," I said, nodding my head. "The way he said it is fucking wrong," I spat out, feeling like I should brush my teeth, "but, I wouldn't mind being the doting girlfriend and hostess. I can be the maid Jack initially hired me as, but I can be the trophy girlfriend while I do it. You can tell Olivia she can be as lovey-dovey and affectionate with me as you are," I suggested.

Kevin looked at me with a combo of a side eye and a knowing smirk, and for some reason, it made me hot. The idea that this man who had only known me for two weeks could see right through me, that he was already starting to know my tells and how I think made me happy my shirt was already half-way undone. "Babe, are you saying you want to sub for me and Olivia?"

I cast my eyes down. "As long as you two are nice and don't take it too far, yeah, maybe," I said shakily. Kevin might have been having a little too much fun. "I can be a naked and showed off maid, but I don't want to be made a human table or denied drinks or snacks that you guys are having. I want to serve you two, but I don't want to be left out, you know?"

I wanted to believe Kevin wouldn't take this inch and turn it into a mile. Even if he decided to, I'd be fucked with no way to change it or fight back. Michael's words rang in my head. If I didn't follow orders to a T, he would correct me himself. I was at Kevin's mercy, and with this new girl in the mix. I was excited at the idea of the new dynamic, of having a friend, but so fucking worried that this third person could so easily throw off what me and Kevin had. I started to feel sick.

"Jas, what's wrong?" Kevin asked softly, pulling me into his big arms. "What's going on? I just watched you get pale."

"I don't know if inviting Olivia in is a good idea," I whispered, my heart in my throat. "I'm afraid of things getting carried away, of losing the little... whatever I have with you. I want to pretend and have fun, but... I don't want to actually be a slave," I admitted my fears, and against my best efforts, I started to cry.

Kevin held me. He held me so fucking tight I was afraid he might hurt me. "You come first, Jasmine. If you're uncomfortable we won't respond. If you do want to try, you set every barrier concerning yourself you need. You absolutely get a safe word if this is something you want to attempt. If she hurts you or I start losing myself around her, she's gone," he told me, and I believed him as he kissed my forehead. "I understand why you would have those fears, and they're valid. I won't tell you to trust me. You either do or you don't, and I will respect that. I can't imagine how pulling this must be on you."

I hugged Kevin back and cried into his shoulder. "I do want to try. I want a friend, and I want to try this fantasy. I'm just afraid of how vitriolic it could become for me."

Kevin shushed me and kissed my head over and over. "Tell me more about your fantasy so we can make it, so there isn't room for it to go sideways. What is it you want from Olivia and I in this?" Kevin's words were so genuine, the interest and the care so deep that I felt safe enough that I wanted to tell him.

I sniffled a little and pulled away. "I want to tell you, but can we please make those drinks you said we could have after dinner?"

"Absolutely, baby," he said and almost knocked me off the couch with how quickly he got up, making me giggle. "You stay right there. Don't even move, unless you're getting more comfortable," he said and I could just giggle. I loved his ability to get me laughing so soon after I had just been crying.

I sat in the quiet living room, staring at the floor. We had never even turned on the TV, so I could hear everything Kevin was doing clearly. I heard the clinking of ice, and then the blender. Not long after, he came back in with two margaritas in frosty glasses.

"These look amazing, babe!" I said happily as I reached out to grab one. I smiled up at him and he smiled back as he joined me on the couch again. "It feels good to call you that. It makes me feel normal, being in normal clothes."

Kevin put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently, soothingly but nothing about it suggests he was looking for sex. He knew we had a lot to discuss first. "I'm glad you're comfortable enough to use it freely. I'm glad you're comfortable here, despite how this relationship is supposed to go. We're getting off track," he pointed out, and was right. "We should talk more about our plans for Olivia, if we want to go through with our potential friend with benefits."

I nodded as I took my first sip, savoring the sour-sweet icy drink. "Fuck that's good," I practically moaned. "I know we need to talk about Olivia, but every kindness you show me makes me grateful. I doubt if you were anyone else I could have wound up with, that I would be sitting next to you fully clothed and drinking a tasty margarita. If you were some bastard, I would have had to serve you that and wish I had one."

Kevin smiled and kissed me, his tongue flicking across my lips, no doubt able to taste the drink on me. "You keep changing the subject from Olivia. We just won't respond to her," he said and took his phone, slipping it into his pocket.

"No no, we definitely will. I'm sorry. I just have so much to take in, Kevin. Things were starting to feel normal, but the introduction of Michael in this, knowing who holds my fate, and knowing that he can be twisted, it reminded me of the real situation here. But, I want Olivia in our lives. Not only is she adorable, but she seemed so kind and warm, even from just the first impression I got. I won't call it love at first sight, attraction, sure, but she made me feel like we can trust her."

"I'm not trying to rain on a parade or darken your skies, but could it be wishful thinking?" Kevin asked me.

I thought about it for a moment, but shook my head. "I think it's actually my intuition. When you get abducted and sold, it jades you, makes you paranoid and distrustful of everyone, but Olivia... her eyes, and something she radiates makes me think she's someone I want in our lives."

"Okay, so we'll definitely call her," Kevin said with a slow nod, telling me he had become sure of it. His phone buzzed again and I hoped to Christ it wasn't Michael again.

Kevin dug it out of his pocket again and my heart fluttered and he smiled when we saw it was Olivia. *I have tomorrow off, just saying....* This poor girl was thinking about us as much as we were stuck on her, it seemed.

*Spend the day with us tomorrow? Lunch and backyard hot tub?* Kevin showed me the message and I simply nodded, and he hit send.

*Noon?* came back the almost instant reply.

*Deal. Have a good night, and we'll see you tomorrow :)*

"Okay, so we're doing this," I said with an almost giddy giggle, running my hands through my long, silky hair. "I'm about to have a friend again!" I said excitedly and couldn't stop myself from squealing a bit. When I calmed down a little, I saw Kevin watching me, something clearly on his mind.

"Jas, are you sure you don't want her to just be a friend?" he asked, and I blinked at him a few times.

"I definitely want her to be a friend, but I felt an attraction right out of the gate I never felt for another girl before. And she was looking at us in such a way last night... I think we can have cake and eat it, too, with Olivia. I really think she'd fit perfectly for my soft sub ideas. I think you both have the right hearts to let me play with my fantasies but not hurt me," I told him, sipping my drink, almost having forgotten about it.

"Do you want to tell me about how the perfect day would go for you tomorrow?" Kevin asked, sipping his own marg and squeezing my hand.

"Well," I said with a blush and a smile on my face, "I want to wear that pink bikini I wore on the first day." He was already growling in approval, and it made me giggle. "I'll open the door to her, as I'm the maid after all, already wearing the bikini. You're a better cook than me if you want to make lunch, but I want to serve it to the two of you...." I spent the next while, laying out my plans to seduce Olivia, and Kevin was all too happy to listen and add in his own delicious ideas.

After planning the perfect day full of sexiness and planned embarrassments and hot situations for me that all three of us would enjoy, but leaving plenty of room for actual friendship building, we headed to bed.

By no means did we go to sleep even remotely after we went into the bedroom. Kevin saw that I was a mixed bag of emotions, with hope being the emotion on top, but I was clearly still stressed and wound up from the day of learning who Michael was and finding out how much influence he actually had over us.

I laughed a little as Kevin pulled up a Playlist on Spotify he told me was called "sexy times," and then he slowly undressed me, laid down a spare towel on the bed, told me to get on it, and then gave me the best massage I had in years. It lasted a good 40 minutes and I was so soothed I could barely move when it was over.

He had me completely naked for him, and he told me a dozen times during the massage how much he loved my body, and I could feel he meant it with the way he caressed me. I didn't know Kevin could do deep tissue like that, and his mouth did a fair share of work as well, worshiping my body which served to only make me melt into his touch more.

I don't know if it was the passion or the release of emotions that Kevin worked away with sucks, licks, kisses and kneading of my whole body, but it was the first time I had ever cum without direct stimulation to my pussy. After I had the most intimate but gently rolling orgasm I had ever experienced, Kevin shed his own clothes and then climbed into bed with me.

He spooned into my naked back and I felt his rock hard cock resting against my plump Puerto Rican ass. Kevin's arm lazily drifted over my hip, his hand on my belly, but I guided it to my boob, and I smiled softly as he kneaded me more.

Turning over my shoulder, I offered, "You can fuck me, if you want to," and then a naughty, teasing thought entered my mind. "Or you can suffer the blue balls and give me and Olivia the biggest fucking load she's ever seen tomorrow," I purred and he growled deep in his chest. I fucking loved making him do that, and I could only imagine the feral thoughts going through that man's head.

"You really want me and Olivia to use you tomorrow, don't you?" Kevin chuckled as he pinched my nipple and pulled it, elongating my nub.

"Mhmm," I confirmed with a nod, biting my finger as he squirmed his other hand under me so he could rub my hairless pussy. "I can't wait to enact our plans tomorrow, Kevin. And thank you for giving me a safe word, and not forcing me to do something I wouldn't want to."

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The next morning, Kevin's alarm didn't wake me up, but he did with his mouth on me, his tongue slowly dragging up my cunt lips and then circling around my clit. Kevin really liked when I slept naked because he could easily play with me like this without worrying about waking me up by removing my pajamas or panties. It also lets me play one of my favorite games.

Kevin was ramping up his tongue speed, pressing the flat of his pink muscle against my lips and starting to roll his neck more, and it took every bit of my willpower not to moan as he ate me out. I loved pretending to be asleep as long as I could, and he never seemed to mind. Sometimes he'd eat me out like this, use his fingers or fuck my mouth and I'd do my damnedest to pretend to be asleep until I felt him cumming in my mouth, at that point I'd wake up, pretending to be shocked and dismayed that he had done such a thing without so much as a "good morning" first, but he knew I loved it. I had told him so when we first talked about it. We played kinky as fuck games, but we always talked it over first and checked in with each other after.

My owner brought me to a pleasing orgasm that I wasn't able to stay quiet through, and I quivered and moaned as he noisily drank up my morning juices. "Good morning to you too, Master," I said with a giggle. It was hard not to feel playful after waking up to a solid pussy licking.

"Good morning, J. Are you ready to have your new mistress over?" he asked playfully, and it made my stomach flip. The idea of having a master and mistress, both being as hot as mine, made me dizzy. I just hoped Olivia would be down, and that she'd be as good a mistress as Kevin was a master.

Kevin got dressed in swim trunks and a casual gym tank top, showing off his powerful but not hilariously large body. I wasn't a fan of guys that were so much musclular they looked like balloon animals. I liked Kevin's body; he was still strong and capable, but soft enough to be a good cuddle.

I got dressed in my sexy little pink bikini, and made coffee, enough for the three of us.

*Jasmine is really excited to have a new friend over. Please come over as soon as you'd like.* Kevin showed me the text and I giggled. "You're not even lying," I said. "Send that shit."

Kevin laughed at my attitude and did. A minute later, we got a response, and then a second message. Kevin opened the first one and showed me, *Eeeek! I couldn't sleep at all last night. Send me your address and I'm there!*

So that was message one. But Olivia only sent one message.... "Please be Jack, please be Jack," I chanted, but inside I knew it wasn't.