Page 22 of Fixing Olivia (Fairford Affairs)

Aiden

Of course, he didn’t really need to write Olivia a letter. She was standing all of ten feet away from him, fidgeting in her way-too-short French maid’s uniform as she flitted about the study with a feather duster. But their current little game required him to concentrate on his computer, so he figured he might as well do something entertaining rather than hit a bunch of random keys.

Aiden read over the ridiculous missive, his gaze stopping on, “You’re perfect.” He hadn’t entirely meant to type that. Well, he hadn’t technicallymeantto type any of it. He’d simply let his fingers spell out whatever random thoughts popped into his head.

He frowned at his laptop screen again, and this time it wasn’t part of his act. He’d been active on the scene since college, when Jonathan and Leo had shown him a spanking video online and changed his entire life. And he’d been taking guests at the Manor for the last five years, putting the number of women he’d dominated through all that time well into the dozens. And he’d certainly never found himself thinking, intentionally or otherwise, that any of those other women were perfect.

What the fuck was he supposed to do with a thought like that, exactly? It’s not like they were going to ride off into the sunset together, spanking and fucking their way to happily ever after. She had a whole life down near Boston, with a job and an apartment and friends. A life she certainly wouldn’t give up to live in the Vermont wilderness with him—and what? Sit around waiting while he dominated other women for money?

And he wasn’t pulling a Leo and giving up Fairford Manor anytime soon. No fucking way. He’d been in a bit of a slump lately, sure, but he was still living his dream life.

Besides, Leo’s family was old money, as was his wife Sophie’s. What was Aiden supposed to do, give up his new luxurious lifestyle, sell his cabin, and go back to flipping houses?

No, he needed to remember this was nothing but his job. Olivia was there to get a service from him, which he was happy to provide for a sizeable fee. There was nothing more to think about. Period.

Closing the file without saving it, Aiden shut his laptop and looked up at his squirming submissive. She was still trying to pull the ruffled skirt of her dress down to cover her ass, which was an exercise in futility if ever there was one. She’d barely even touched the shelves of books he’d ordered her to dust. “Olivia, come here,” he said, letting a note of sternness slip into his voice.

She jumped, almost toppling sideways in her three-inch fuck-me heels. It was a struggle to keep himself from chuckling, but he managed it. The poor thing obviously wasn’t used to wearing shoes like those, and he didn’t want to embarrass her.

Worry wrinkled Olivia’s brow as she walked around the desk to where he sat. “Is everything all right, Mr. McLaren?” she asked.

Aiden regarded her with what he considered his Disappointed Dom Face, and was delighted when a shiver passed through her. “What did I tell you about your uniform?”

Her shoulders slumped. “That it’s exactly the length you want it to be, Sir.”

“Well, then,” he said, standing and removing his suit jacket, “I’m interested to hear why you keep trying to pull it down despite my very clear wishes.”

“I—I wasn’t—”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you,” he interrupted, giving her a hard look until she lowered her gaze to her feet. “I don’t think you want to find out what happens to naughty maids who lie to their employers.” Removing his cufflinks, he dropped them onto the desk and began rolling up his sleeves.

Watching his hands as they worked, she flushed a deep, beautiful red. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Her voice was high and breathy. What was it about a Dom rolling up his sleeves that got every submissive in the world so hot and bothered? Aiden wasn’t sure he’d ever understand.

“Not as sorry as you’re about to be.” He held out an expectant hand. “Give me your panties. You’ve lost the privilege of wearing them.”

Her gaze flew up to meet his. “Oh, no Sir! I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again! Please, let me—”

“Your panties, Olivia. You’re in enough trouble as it is. Don’t try my patience.”

“Oh, Mr. McLaren, please.” The quiver in her voice made his cock harden. “What will the other maids think?”

Aiden absolutely loved roleplay, so long as his partner was able to get into it properly. He’d been with his fair share of subs who giggled at every little thing, or else were so ridiculously over-the-top it pulled him right out of the scene. But when he’d read in Olivia’s application that she liked to plug her own ass before cleaning her apartment, pretending she was being punished by her Dom, he had a feeling she’d be a natural at this little game.

He was anything but disappointed.

“They’ll think”—he grasped her arm, pulling her down over his lap as he sat, earning a surprised squeak—“you’re a naughty little girl who needed to be punished. Which is exactly what you are, so why shouldn’t they think it?” He flipped her skirt up, revealing ruffled white panties beneath, not the usual black lace she favored. He’d chosen them as part of her costume that morning, loving the idea of something so sweet and innocent on his sexy little anal slut.

Olivia’s whole body trembled as he pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs, brushing the back of his hand against her skin as he did so. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said again, her voice little more than a whisper.

“It’s too late for that,” he admonished, shifting her body into exactly the position he wanted. “Now I expect you to accept your punishment with grace if you wish to remain in my employ. Do you understand?”

She sniffed. “Yes, Sir.”

“Your hands and feet will touch the ground at all times. I’m only going to give you thirty, as you’re new and perhaps didn’t understand how I run my household. But if your hands or feet ever leave the ground, we’re starting over. And we’ll keep doing so until you obey. Understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she said, moving into the demanded position, and it sounded like she was holding back tears.

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He hadn’t roleplayed with anyone so good in years, if ever. He rewarded her by bringing his hand down hard across both her cheeks, one right after the other.

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