The Master's Maid

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The Master's Maid


Willing to Risk Wet Panties?

A student working in a dead-end hotel job to makes ends meet, Elizabeth dreams of a better life. When she foolishly decides to shower in the penthouse bathroom of one of the hotel guests, it has consequences she did not expect. 

The Master's Maid is the first book in a tale of Cinderella Erotic Romance, a Billionaire Alpha Male Master, a submissive woman, BDSM and bondage. 

Readers of this tale risk shortage of breath, hot flushes and wet panties. 

This book contains explicit content. Mature readers only. 

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Sample from the Book

I stammer "I'm sorry. I was so hot. I'll go now...."

"Oh no need to be so fast" he says, grinning. "Finish your shower. Is there er, anything you would like to tell me?"

"Please don't tell anyone. I'll lose my job"

He smiles. "Is that right? Yes I suppose it wouldn't look good would it. Maid caught using guest facilities". He steps forward, still smiling. He really is very attractive, deep blue eyes against tanned skin, and tall. "Are you going to make it worth my while not to tell anyone?"

One finger hooks itself around the top of my towel. He tilts his head to one side as he moves still closer and his other hand takes a curl of my long, wet hair, twiddling it around a finger. “Beautiful hair you have there.” he says.

"I have to get back to work" I stammer. "I have other rooms to do"

"I'll tell the manager I had some extra cleaning for you to do - there's no hurry. I'm sure the hotel would expect you to - service - the guests first….."

The finger tugs, ever so gently at my towel. It parts, then slides down to the floor.

His eyes, meeting mine, smile as they follow the downwards path of the towel. I vaguely clutch at the damp cloth, but my heart isn't in it and the towel continues its journey south.

"I think you owe me something" he says and the towel finger wanders downwards between my breasts. I feel I ought to be frightened, but instead, my pulse is beginning to race.

He reaches back and pulls the tie from the rack. Quickly he binds my wrists together, glancing briefly up into my eyes as he does so, for a sort of permission, and then pulling up my arms over my head, attaches my bound wrists to the shower wall fitting. He stands back and cocks his head, admiring his handiwork. I stand there, naked as the day I was born, stretched up and tied for the perusal of a complete stranger. I am growing warm and wet.

His eyes lock to mine. "And now Milady, let's see how well washed you are.

Placing one hand on a breast, he starts kneading as his mouth lowers to the other, first to suckle, then nibble the nipple. His tongue circles, flicking the nipple to hardness. When he seems to feel he has a satisfactory result, his mouth and that tantalising tongue move to the other nipple, while a hand slides over my stomach, descending. I feel him outlining the curve of my waist, over my hip and belly. His fingers entwine themselves in my curls before slipping in between my thighs.