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“I thought you were Duke of Buckingham?”

“Oh…” He gave a wicked sexy grin. “Yeah, you’re right. Are you, lowly maid, giving I, the Duke of Buckingham, instructions?”

“No, my duke, Sir.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah. I like Sir.” He closed his eyes in a long blink.

“You do? Sir?”

“Hell yeah.”

She giggled, and he sat back, tugging the leather belt from his shorts.

She eyed its long, sleek length and the big silver lion head buckle. “What are you doing, Sir?”

“Stop asking questions, little maid. It’s not your place. Put your hands over your head.”

She did as he’d asked, a thrill going through her. This was just like a scene from one of her books.

Her breasts jutted upward, her nipples tight and hard, and the right one was shiny with his saliva.

“Higher,” he said, crawling up her body, his thick muscular legs on either side of her hips now.

He leaned forward and wound the leather around her wrists.

Straining her neck, she watched as he fastened her to the wooden slatted headboard.

“Now,” he said, the muscles in his arms flexing and bunching as he secured a knot. “You are totally at my mercy, and I will dole out your punishment as I see fit.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

He stared down at her and licked his lips. “God help me, you’re so fucking hot like this.”

The glint in his eyes sent a tremble through her body, and her pussy dampened. Everything about him promised sex. Great sex. And all she had to do was lie back and enjoy.

“Don’t think for a minute this is all about pleasure.” He raised his left eyebrow as if reading her mind. “Naughty maids get red bottoms, you know.”

Another giggle erupted from her, but it didn’t last long, because quickly he tipped her onto her left side and delivered a hard spank to her right buttock over her shorts.

“Ow!” she cried, bucking away as much as she could.

“Shit. Sorry, too much?” he asked, concern creasing his brow.

“No, just a surprise. I wasn’t … expecting that.”

“Were you expecting any of this?”

“No.”

“No, Sir.” He raised his eyebrows.

“No, Sir. I wasn’t.”

He smoothed his big hand over her smarting ass, then urged her to lie on her back again.

The next thing, she knew his big fingers were fiddling with the buttons on her Daisy Dukes. Within seconds, they and her panties were off, flung across the room and forgotten.

“Ah, now we’re talking,” he said, running his fingers over her neat dark triangle of pubic hair as he positioned himself between her legs. “A naughty little maid’s pussy for me to do with as I please.” He pushed her thighs wider apart.


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