Page 19 of Maid to Desire
“I’m in here!” I yelled from the bathroom, where I was bent over scrubbing the tub.
“Why are you cleaning?” he groaned. I looked over my shoulder to find him frowning and leaning in the doorway. His arms were crossed in front of him.
“Well… Your place is my assignment,” I shrugged and turned my attention back to the tub, “Besides, I thought you wouldn’t be home to catch me.” The last of my words made me laugh.
“You’re going to get punished, Sweetheart.”
The sponge dropped from my hands as I bit back a moan and squeezed my thighs together. Fuck. The thought of him punishing me made me squirm.
“Is this your last house for the day?” he asked, walking up behind me. He grabbed me by my waist. I stood up tall and turned to face him; careful to not let my dirty hands touch his expensive suit.
“I have one more after yours. I was trying to sneak yours in while you were at work,” I admitted with a smile. Tyler rolled his eyes and laughed.
“Well, my security motion-sensor cameras told on you,” he smirked.
“Oh,” I groaned. “Guess I should keep my day job and not run away to be a spy. Huh?”
“No. Definitely, don’t try to be a spy,” he laughed. “Although, you would make for a very sexy spy.”
“Is that so?” I smiled and kissed him.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smacked my ass and I yelped. “Now wash your hands and let’s go talk before you go off to your next mission impossible.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Oh really? I’ll have to remember that.” His words were deep, husky, and a warning.
“No. No. That’s not what I mean,” I blurted, looking up at him. “I just meant-- I’m sorry.”
“Relax, Melinda,” he smiled. “I’m still going to punish that pretty little ass of yours.”
Punishment sounds yummy.
The thought of being bent over his knee and him spanking me had me swallowing an invisible lodge in my throat. Trouble with a capital T was coming my way. And, I was looking forward to it.
“You like the idea of me punishing you?” His eyes remained locked on mine as he asked the question that he undoubtedly knew the answer to. He just wanted to hear it. To stroke his ego. To know that I craved his touch. To know that he had created a naughty little monster-- me.
“Mmhmm,” I nodded.
“Wash your hands then meet me in the living room.” He kissed me swiftly then walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to soak in his words.
“Fuck, he’s sexy.”
Quickly, I washed my hands then looked myself over in the mirror. I definitely wasn’t going to be on any magazine cover for being the sexiest woman alive. My hair was up in a messy bun and looked like it had a family of birds or rats living in it. I hadAjaxpowder on my nose and cheeks. Not even sure how I had managed that, but nonetheless, I had.
“Ugh. Get yourself together, woman. You look a mess,” I grumbled, washing my face.
At warp speed, I took my hair down, combed my fingers through it, and pulled it back up into a better-looking bun. I stared at myself in the mirror. I still wouldn’t be winning a beauty contest, but at least now I looked presentable.
“You standing me up?” Tyler called out.
“No! I’m coming!” I replied, gathering my supplies into the caddy then hurrying to the living room.
Tyler was sitting on the couch. He watched me as a hawk as I set the cleaning caddy on the floor and walked over to him.
“Lower your pants,” he said huskily.
“Y… Yes, sir.” With shaky hands, I did as he said. I bent down to remove my shoes so I could take off my pants but he shook his head.
