Born to Make You Smile

TWENTY-SEVEN

My body shivered, the chill reaching my bones. And it wasn’t only due to Gavin’s disappointment over finding out about my side job—my house was absolutely freezing.

I raised the temperature on the thermostat, then tossed on a thick sweater. I was so ashamed of how much I’d hurt Gavin. A hollowness pained me, and tears pierced my eyes. I should have been honest with him from the beginning. As if we didn’t have enough stacked against us, I’d added another ton to the load.

I sent him a text message.

Me: I’m so sorry :(

Read without a reply.

I wished I could do something to make up for my actions.

Then I had an idea.

***

Thankfully, I had all the ingredients to make Gavin’s favorite lemon scones. Extra fluffy. The English way.

Once the ingredients were processed, I rolled and cut the dough into circles using a cutter. I made sure each were the same thickness and shape. They had to be perfect.

As the scones baked, I checked on the thermostat. About forty minutes had passed since I turned up the heat. While the house felt somewhat warm, there was no way the temperature was the number I’d set it to. I thought about the windows and the draft. Eddie had put a film on the bay windows. Surely, it should have helped. Perhaps it was way too cold. After all, it was minus fifteen outside.

Later that afternoon, I knocked on Gavin’s door, my heart pounding. There was a chance this ridiculous scheme of mine wouldn’t work. There was a chance he’d turn me down and send me away. As much as it hurt, part of me was prepared for that rejection. Technically, I deserved it.

“Grace,” he said with a furrowed brow. “What are you doing here? What is that?”

I held up the tray in my hands. “Warm lemon scones. But not for long.”

He sighed with a roll of his eyes. “All right. Come in.”

I placed the tray down, and Gavin took my coat. When he caught sight of my outfit, his eyes went so wide that they nearly popped out. “Christ. What on earth are you wearing?”

“I’m your maid. Here to work. To make up for my mistakes, Sir.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Stop this. I’m not in any mood. I’m still so upset.”

I lifted my maid skirt, revealing my bare cunt to him.

“Good Lord,” he said with a groan. “Where are your panties?”

“I forgot them, Sir.”

He let out a breath. “You want to work? I have some laundry you can fold. Go upstairs to my bedroom.”

My shoulders fell. I thought he’d use me for sex. But he wanted me to do actual housework.

“Really?” I questioned.

“Yes. I’m serious. Go. Before I change my mind and send you home.”

I nodded and scurried up the stairs, tilting forward a bit so he could catch a view of my ass.

“ Fuck, ” he muttered under his breath.

Sure enough, when I entered Gavin’s bedroom, he had a hefty pile of laundry dumped on his bed. His room was brooding and masculine with a wooden bed frame, charcoal lamps, and pewter wallpaper behind the bed. I put my nose to his pillow. God. It smelled of him. A rush of heat seared through me, and my sex clenched. Before I could get too distracted, I got to work, folding his boxer briefs, socks, jeans, sweaters, and T-shirts. After some trial and error, I found a home for each item between his dresser and closet.

When I was done folding and putting everything away, I called to him.

I heard a faint, “Already?” followed by footsteps up the stairs.

He came in and looked around. “Great job.”

I giggled when I noticed a crumb on his lips. I pointed at his mouth. “You have a little…”

He swiped a hand over his face. “The scones are delicious, by the way.”

I smiled with pride. “What do you want me to do now?”

“I have a very special job for you.”

With fluttery lashes, I pressed my breasts out seductively. “Anything you want, Sir.”

“I need you to empty my dishwasher. While you’re there, you may as well do the dishes in the sink. And don’t forget to wipe down the countertop.”

My excitement plummeted to the ground. I was really starting to regret my decision to wear this maid costume.

When I was done in the kitchen, he called me back into his bedroom.

“I’ve been doing some thinking. While I’m very pleased with your ability to clean, I’m still not very pleased with you and your behavior. So I’ve decided I’m going to punish you.”

My insides squeezed, part excitement, part weariness. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll let you know this right now. I’m not going to fuck you.”

Then what are you going to do? I wanted to ask, but instead, I kept my mouth shut.

“What’s your safe word, maid.”

“Turnip.”

“I trust you’ll use it if it gets too much, yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to spank you ten times. You’ll count aloud after each one.”

He sat down on the bed, spreading his legs wide. “Over my knee, now.”

I lowered myself on his lap and braced myself for my spankings, feeling him hard against my thigh.

He lifted my skirt, then delivered a sharp swat to my right cheek. Deliciously painful.

“Oh!” I cried out.

“Don’t forget to count.”

“Yes, Sir. One.”

He alternated hits from one side to the other while I continued to count. I squealed as pleasure and pain swirled in me with each delectable blow.

After the fifth smack on my right cheek, I let out a loud and wanton moan.

I wiggled against him, my juices likely coating his jeans. I could have almost come from the sensation and the delicious friction against his leg.

“I think you are enjoying the spankings too much. I don’t think they are quite as punishing as I’d hoped.”

“Maybe,” I said with a coy smile.

“Do you receive pleasure from them?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to go harder, then.”

The sixth spanking caught me by surprise. The sharpness of the pain made my airway tighten, and tears formed in my eyes. I dreaded the next four to follow.

“What number was that? If you don’t count, I’ll add more.”

“Six, Sir.” I breathed. I did not want more than ten.

The next four hits had me clenching my jaw and fists. The lingering sting was so painful that I could hardly move. Whatever arousal I’d felt was long gone. However, something about the experience caused my body to feel weightless and free. A satisfaction that I was pleasing him by paying for my sins.

“Look at that color,” he said, smoothing a hand over my ass cheeks. “A beautiful peach. You took that punishment well.”

I beamed with a smile.

“Up, up,” urged Gavin, nudging me. “Lift that skirt and show me that pretty cunt of yours again.”

Slowly, I lifted my maid skirt.

“Bloody masterpiece,” he said with a moan. “Now, remove your clothing.”

I did as instructed and slipped off my maid costume, then stood before him. I couldn’t help but notice the thick bulge straining in his jeans. “Would you like me to take care of you now, Sir?”

“No. Get on the bed. I’m going to get my fill of you. And I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

Oh God. Why did that sound so wonderfully terrifying?

As I lay naked on his bed, he came over me, his chest bare, jeans on.

“Now. I know you don’t like to be restrained, but I want you to keep your hands still.”

He held my wrists and moved my arms over my head on the pillow. “Keep them just like this. You are not to touch me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I clenched my fists. This was going to be difficult.

His lips trailed from my mouth down to my breasts, where he spent at least five minutes sucking and nibbling. My body squirmed, eager to touch him, eager for more. Eventually, he moved to my stomach, then lower, teasing me as he kissed the inside of my thighs.

Gavin. Please! I wanted to shout but knew that wasn’t part of his plan. I needed to be a good sub and follow his directives.

Finally, his mouth ended up where I was desperate for it, and the slick brush of his tongue caused my brain to swirl into a windstorm.

“I’m so close,” I breathed. I thought he’d deny me, but he continued to lick and push his tongue against my clit—the most glorious pressure—and the climb started.

“Come for me, sweet maid,” he murmured.

My hands made fists against the pillow as I unraveled, pushing up against his mouth. It was an eruption of so much pleasure that bursts of light flashed before me. It was so intense that I thought I’d lose consciousness.

Before I could think, his mouth was on me again. He added a finger, pumping into me tirelessly. I was so on edge I came again within seconds.

Holy shit. I could barely catch my breath. I moved my hands to reach for him, but he stopped me.

“Ah, ah. Hands above your head. We’re not done. You’re going to give me more.”

“More?”

“At least three more.”

“Three? Gav—Sir. I can’t. Maybe one more, but…I need a break.”

“I told you, I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied. If you need to stop, use your safe word.”

His no-nonsense, commanding tone set my skin ablaze. I shook my head. “No. I’m good. I want to satisfy you, Sir.”

“Excellent.”

He continued to feast on me, bringing me to two more orgasms with his expert mouth and hands.

“Please, Sir. I don’t know if I can take anymore,” I pleaded breathlessly.

“All right. I’ll take pity on you. We’ll stop there. My tongue is getting tired, after all.” He pointed to the right side of his bedroom. “Go to the corner there, maid. On your knees.”

I walked over, then sank down. The surface of the wood was cold and hard on my knees. As if he sensed my discomfort, he brought me a towel, rolling it up to put it under me.

He undid his belt, his button and zipper, then he removed his jeans.

Down came his boxers, and his rock-hard cock was before me. Ready. Already leaking. I squirmed against my feet, suddenly aware of my tender bottom.

He moved closer, standing before me. I glared up at him with fluttered lashes. Full of yearning and worship, eager to please.

“Open wide,” he murmured with narrow eyes.

As soon as he moved into my mouth, I suctioned my lips around him.

He groaned. “So bloody good. You suck my cock so well.”

He gripped my head and thrust into me, gently guiding me to his desired tempo. When the tip of his cock hit my throat, I gagged with a cough. He stopped moving, pulling away. I was embarrassed I couldn’t take him. “Sorry, Sir.”

“No worries. You’re doing so well. But is it too much?”

I shook my head. “No. Keep going.”

He slid himself back into my mouth and moved his hips, reaching a steady rhythm. His crown massaged my soft palate while my tongue rubbed his underside. I moved my head forward and concentrated on breathing through my nose between thrusts.

My determination to take him as far as I could was relentless. I kept gagging and tearing up, but I pushed through.

I used my hand to stroke his balls as my mouth moved along his cock, licking, sucking, devouring him. His moans drove me wild. Knowing I was responsible for his pleasure filled me with mind-blowing shivers.

I felt his sac tighten and knew he was close. But instead of pushing harder, he pulled away from me, gripping his cock and moving his hand furiously. The sight of him stroking himself made my clit pulse and nipples tighten.

“Get ready. I’m going to mark you,” he growled. “ Fuck .”

His body jerked, and he grunted as hot spurts of his semen pelted my breasts. Just when I thought he was done, he continued to beat his length vigorously, squeezing his plump head while more strands of his load hit me.

I glanced down, and I was covered in him. Owned by him. The way he’d marked me was so erotic and raw.

“God. I love how my cum looks all over your beautiful breasts,” he said, his eyes tracing over me. “You’re mine. All mine.”

He ran a hand over my chest, smearing and gathering his release. Then he moved that hand over my cheeks and lips. I opened up and sucked the fluid off his fingers.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice husky.

I stood, feeling his cum trail down to my stomach. So gloriously messy.

He moved his face down to my breasts and took each of my coated nipples into his mouth. The hot strokes of his tongue and the fact that he was licking his own cum off me sent a shock wave through my veins. Then he moved his mouth up to mine and kissed me with vigor, the taste of him filling my senses. His erection on my body was still as hard as steel. Knowing I was turning him on like this, fulfilling his deepest fantasies, was intoxicating. I felt like I was soaring above the house into the clouds.

“Lean over the dresser,” he ordered. “I need to fuck you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to—”

“Now,” he yelled.

“Yes, Sir.”

My core clenched in anticipation.

Leaning my sticky body against the wood surface, he nudged my legs apart and entered me. Curses flew from his lips as he thrust, slamming into me so deep that the bite made me breathless. He stroked that sweet spot inside over and over, and it was only about a minute before I came hard on his cock, crying out.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he yelled with a grunt, then I felt him spasm and empty within me.

After catching his breath, he slowly pulled out. His cum leaked down my thigh, a bit landing on the floor.

I assumed the scene was over, and I smiled. “Thank you, Gavin.”

“We’re not done yet, sweet maid. Clean this mess up. The floors, the dresser. I want this bedroom spick-and-span.”

“Spick-and-span?” I pressed my lips together, holding back a giggle at his dorky choice of words. “You mean business!”

“I’m going to give you extra work if you’re smart with me.” He pointed a finger, then broke into laughter. “All right, my Dom card has been revoked now, hasn’t it?”

I giggled. “No. You’re wonderful, Sir. Still in full command. I’ll have this room cleaned in a jiffy .”

We both laughed so hard that I felt lifted and high.

As I looked deep into his beautiful green eyes, my heart sang.

God, I love this man.

Part of me wanted to tell him how I felt, to blurt out the words. But naturally, I kept my feelings safely tucked against my heart.