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“Watson!”
The name sounded through your little apartment that you couldn’t help but laugh. You quickly turn on the electric tea kettle and grab out two mugs. Setting down a small platter of noodles you bought for today’s enjoyment, you can’t help but laugh at the predicament your boyfriend got himself into. A bet gone wrong between both of you and one of you had to dress up for the other. Normally, you couldn’t play poker to save your life, having the most honest face in the world, but Luke apparently either didn’t believe it or let you win.
You wonder if he was regretting let you win after his yell.
Giggling, you look upstairs again, “The outfit isn’t going to reveal itself, isn’t it Honey?” You throw in a small tease and hear him groan upstairs.
“That’s not fair! You could have chosen anything else!” His whine makes you laugh even harder, and you can almost see his pout.
“But I liked this one, and I won the bet!”
You could almost hear the groan coming from him before you heard the bathroom door open. “Yeah, next time…”
This time, Luke steps to the top of the stairs, feather duster in his hand in a death grip, “I promise you, I’ll win.” The maid dress was clearly made for a woman, with a very short and ruffed skirt section, a large bow with extra ribbon falling down to behind his knee. The corset section was with a sweetheart neckline, ruffles all around the edges, and nearly pushed his lack of a chest up. On top of his reddish hair sat a black and white headdress, with more bows and ribbons than you could count. A pair of white lacy bloomers and black fishnet stockings completed the look.
Oh, you wished you were allowed to take some pictures -
You giggled and leaned against the stair rail and slightly giggle, “You look better than I would in this.”
“That’s a lie.” Luke blushed as he walked down the stairs, trying to pull the bloomers slightly down, “I can’t understand why someone would be willing to wear this?”
You laugh for a second before exaggerating, bending over, making sure he notices you looking at his behind, “Sure, right, you don’t understand.”
“Rosa!”
His aghast yell made you laugh harder as you clutch at your side. He pouts and starts moving to the kitchen. Looking around the kitchen, he grabs two tea bags and puts one in each mug, grabbing the now finished electric kettle and pouring two cups. “Alright, alright, Watson,” He gently grabs one of the cups. “Let your maid do his work and go sit on the couch.”
You giggle before moving quickly over to the couch, sitting there with your knees locked together. He gently hands the tea cup to you, “Don’t forget to blow on it and cool it off.”
Smiling, you do exactly that before looking back up at him, “Could you grab the honey?” You try to ask politely.
“Sure thing!” He smiles back before going in the kitchen, giving you a little time to look at the back of the outfit. Giggling, you can’t help but notice how bad the bloomers ride up his back and make the skirt poof up. It was as if the dress was made to look up someone’s butt.
“Watson,” Your eyes freeze as you hear the tone in his voice. “What were you doing?” He turned to look at you, a blush forming on his face as he noticed you looking at him.
This wasn’t exactly the first time he caught you checking him out, but this was the first time in something so skimpy, so you couldn’t exactly let this chance get away from you. “Why, checking out my boyfriend and his frilly butt.” At the shocked look, you giggle even more. “I mean, it is a nice butt.”
He looked completely shocked for a second before he laughed, dark and deep. Grabbing the small jar of honey, he slowly starts to move to you. Quickly, you put the mug on the table, feeling the mood completely change. He kneels in front of you and smiles, but this smile sends a shiver down your spine. “Let your clumsy maid help you, my Lady.” He winks, before lifting up right leg.
Pulling off your Mary Jane shoes and socks, you watch as your man presses a soft kiss to your right knee, smirking up at you from your couch. He grabs the small jar of honey and, using the stirrer, trails a small amount from your toes to your knee. “I’m such a messy maid.” No longer does he sound like the joyful man, but something feral, something dangerous. “Let me clean you up.”
Bending your leg to maneuver it right to his mouth, he stares up at you, his other hand preventing your other leg from keeping your modesty covered, and you know he’s seen how… excited you are. His tongue comes out and starts licking between the toes of your foot, sending sharp shivers up your leg. You quickly cover your mouth to hold back the moans as his tongue laps roughly at the honey, cleaning it thoroughly before trailing up your leg with the tip of his tongue.
You cry out, grabbing the sides of the couch, arching awkwardly. "Lu-Luke!" His other hand tenses on the leg keeping you still while he looks up at you, fire in his coral eyes.
"Just a bit more, master," He smirks and you feel yourself shake in unreleased pleasure. Again, he brings his tongue to your leg and, with it flat against your skin, trails it upward, catching every drop.
Leaning back, you attempt to get the vision of him, on his knees licking you away, so you can have a modicum of respect left, but suddenly, you feel a sharp bite on your leg. You quickly look back to see his teeth biting your leg. When his eyes meet yours, he lets go and licks where his bite marks remain. "Don't look away…I need to see you…" Again, he brings his tongue to your skin, letting your calf now sit on his shoulder. A finger touches your knee, and you see the sticky honey make a trail on his index finger before he wraps his hand around your thigh, letting some honey stick inside. "I must serve my Master." He smirked, licking the last bit of honey off the knee, "and that includes cleaning," a kiss to the inside of your knee, "Every," a nip, "last," a lick, "of her." He moved back, placing your thigh on his shoulder and wedging himself snug between your legs.
"O-oh really?" You shutter out, amazed that you still can function, "And what do I have to pay my maid?"
Luke froze for a second before a dark chuckle came from his mouth. "That will depend on my performance." He said.
"Preform-Ahhhh." You moan out as Luke latches on to the spot where he placed the honey and sucks on it hard. His hands caress the back of your thighs before cupping your rear and pulling it closer to his mouth. "Lu-please-I-"
"Every spot, ma'am," was his only words before licking a line on your panties from bottom of your core, to the tip of your lips.
No, this had to stop or he would be on top again!
Your hands fly from the side of the couch, and grab his head, fingers tangling in his locks and removing the headdress from his hair. Your butt scoots back as you see his eyes widen and he tries to move back. As he moves back, you fall forward, catching yourself on your knees. Hovering over him, your knees straddle on either side of his hips while your hands stay in his hair. Both your eyes lock, his shocked one with your lusty ones.
"Looks like I have a naughty maid." You breathily chuckle, untangling your fingers from his hair. He tries to sit up but you push him down and look over him. "Looks like I need to punish him."
Quickly looking down at his body and the now ripped maid outfit, you quickly notice that the bloomers seem a bit tight somewhere and you smirk. "Did cleaning up make my maid want something? Did he think that he was just going to have it easy?" Luke audibly gulped, and you laugh. "I won, Luke, so I get my reward."
Your fingers slip under the lacey bloomers and bring them down over his hips, freeing his hardened, dripping member. "My maid has made a mess." Your hand gently caresses the member, "Perhaps I should teach him properly ."
"Rosa-I-Hnnnng!" You squeeze his member as he calls your name and watch as he writhes on the ground under your plush rug. The power you felt watching him under you was a trip, and you looked down to his leaking member. You wonder what it would be like-
"Ugggg!" Luke moaned out as you kissed his weeping cock, hearing his head hit the floor as his hips try to thrust upward. You lick your lips and test the flavor on your tongue. It was sweet, salty, and some other flavor that you couldn't place. Again, you kiss at the tip of his member, letting your lips run against his tip, and your tongue taste the liquid from his cock. "Rosa please!"
He looked so beautiful, tears nearly in his eyes. You can barely stand it anymore. Quickly pulling down your underwear, you straddle his hip and bring his member closer to your core. “Please, what?” You ask.
He looks up at you, shock written on his face. You only wonder what is going through his mind as you rock your lower lips against him, chest heaving. Before he can say anything, you let your lower lips rock against him as he slides into your core.
You didn’t give yourself time to prepare yourself, but the feeling of Luke entering you feels like heaven. How his girth stretched your core, even after being with him before. But the slight sting as you finally sat down on him, how his member hit the limits of your body as your hips hit his. Luke moans out, fist clenched in pain. You place your hands on your lower stomach, feeling his member deep inside you. Pressing against it, you moan out before leaning forward, letting one of your hands catch you from falling forward more. As you lean over Luke with your hand on his shoulder, you lock eyes with Luke, His eyes, normally light and bright, were darkened and filled with lust that caused you to shiver.
“Get ready, Watson.” You heard him say before you feel both of his hands grab your hips, and his knees support you, widening from behind. Briefly, you open your mouth before his hips thrust up, hitting your limit and sending a sudden shock through your body. His hand, tight enough to form bruises on your covered hips, pulls you down back onto his cock, effectively bouncing you on him.
The scream that came from your mouth sounded foreign as he kept thrusting inside you. You attempted to rock your hips to give him some pleasure instead of acting like a sock doll, but his grunt and a harder thrust that nearly knocked you off of him stopped you from continuing. In your mind, as he kept hitting that spot inside you as he laid submissive under you, you couldn’t help but laugh…
Even submissive, he’s too strong.
Another hit, this time your arm gives you and you fall on his chest, one hand still on your stomach. His arms wrap around you, grabbing the back of your head and your lower back as he continually thrusts up. “Lu-I-gahhh!” You look into his face, feeling your mind going numb from the pleasure racing through your system. It was there… right there. “Pleas-Lu- I’m righ-”
He looks at you, sweat dripping down his face and teeth grit, “I can’t-Rosa-I” A grunt was your only warning before he held your hips down and something filled your body. You bury your face in his chest as your body seizes up, your scream muffled in the adorning ruffles of his neckline.
Thank god for maid outfits.
After a few minutes between panting for breath and pawing at each other, you finally look up at him, noticing how sweaty he looks. “I didn’t think you liked this.” You breathily jest, which earns you an incredulous eye.
“Don’t start with me, Watson.” He nearly whines. His hands flopping to the side of his body, “I don’t think I’ve worked out that hard since bootcamp.”
You giggle for a second before you feel the warm wet liquid familiar to this type of event start to cause you some annoyance. “I thought you said my maid was going to help me clean up?” You giggle coquettishly, and you feel him tense underneath you. Laying down on top of him, you giggle. “I’m just joking, Lu-wah!”
Suddenly, he flips you over, so you are under him, his hands over your wrists and his member still lodges in you. His narrow eyes look deeply into you as he smiles, “Then lay back and let this maid take care of it.”
After tonight, you can never call Luke submissive again…
Also -
“Hey, Watson. Rematch on Five Card Poker.”
Oh no.