Maid in the Moonlight
A maid tries to relieve stress for her master who has grown into a true man.
“Welcome back, Master Reagan.” A beautiful, mature maid slightly bowed as a man tantalizingly younger than herself dragged himself past her. “I hope your day was lovely. Would you like me to prepare anything for you?”
“Not necessary, Miss Amy,” Reagan answered with a deep voice, exhaustion clear in his throat. “I had dinner at the office.”
“You’re getting cozy very quickly in your new office.” Amy took the weary man’s briefcase so he could loosen his tie. “It’s quite admirable.”
“Can’t slow down for a second. It’s all about betterment and growth. It’s ingrained in my genes.”
“You’ve been ‘not slowing down’ since you were a teenager. I’m concerned it’s because you’re still trying to impress your father.”
“I’m not impressing anyone. I chose my own path.”
Worry moved Amy’s brows, her heart twinging at the sight of the youthful, handsome man grappling with such tension. Especially when it was one she had served and attached to over the years. She wished that his inner turmoil would wash away. Then, Amy had a spontaneous idea.
“I recommend this weekend that you take a break. Perhaps some R and R will do your body and mind well. I have many things I do myself to relieve stress.”
“I’m not stressed, Amy,” Reagan announced as they walked the halls. “I’m cool and collected.”
“Very convincing, Master Reagan.”
Amy and her master parted ways. She still was determined though, despite her master’s lies. She stayed up late into the night to devise a plan for tomorrow.
It was approaching ten o’clock and Reagan wasn’t walking the halls with a stoic and chiseled mug. That was because it was Amy’s duty to wake him, but she conveniently forgot. Now was about time to wake the sleeping giant before she gets scolded.
“Master, you’re wake-up call is here.” She pressed her ear against the door and heard no shuffling. She then grinned and banged against the door. “Wake up, master!”
“Ah. Ugh.” The voice moaned and grumbled like a bulldog. Moments later, Reagan’s door swung open, revealing a sight that stuck Amy’s breath. The landscape of his sculpted torso was begging to be explored with her eager fingers. “Why is it so late?”
“Sorry, master. My mistake. The toilet was flooded and it ate up both the morning and my mind.”
Without any belief in what she said, Reagan replied, “Mistakes happen, I suppose. Even you have one once a decade.”
Reagan clicked the door shut and after a few minutes, reemerged dressed up. Amy gracefully handed him his phone, and he scanned his planner for today provided by his personal assistant. He appeared suspicious of the maid who provided him with the phone.
“Amy?”
“Is there something amiss, Master?” Amy asked mischievously.
“It seems my PA has changed my schedule into a day of leisurely activities.”
“How strange.” Amy averted her eyes coyly.
“What did you do, Amy?”
“I spoke with your PA and she agreed with me a day of relaxation would benefit not only you but the company. The last time I’ve ever seen you rest was seven years ago when you had the flu. I nearly had to tie you to your bed.”
“I don’t have time for nonsense.”
“If you don’t relieve that stress, you’ll dull your mind further and further until you won’t be able to get anything done.”
“Amy, this is ridiculous…”
Amy wagged her finger. “You can afford to take one day off. I made a meticulous path for you to walk today and you’re going to do it. Otherwise, it would all be wasted and I would be sad.”
“Fine. But just today.”
Any other employee in this estate would have had a talking too, but Amy had an influence built off of love. Reluctantly, Reagan agreed, and now she could spend the day with him closer and more casually. Watching Reagan becoming a powerful and masculine man gave her emotions she never experienced before between maid and employer.
Reagan and Amy were in the humid hills at the back of the estate. It was all land owned by Reagan’s long lineage but it was untouched for the most part. Amy’s suggestion for hiking was a good idea on paper, but she was having trouble keeping up with her fit leader. The problem wasn’t her stamina nor the familiar path, it was her restrictive clothing. She remained in uniform while in the presence of her master at all times on duty, and today was no different.
Reagan glanced behind him, sweat dripping from his forehead as he asked, “Are you holding up? You look like you’re dying.”
“I am fine, master,” Amy lied.
“I gave you permission to change your uniform today.”
“I never want to give people the wrong idea about our relationship.”
“No one is going to see us in a private forest,” Reagan explained smoothly.
“You make a valid point.” The only cool air Amy was getting was at her cleavage with sweat dripping down her breast. “We’re nearly there. I sometimes come out here at night on my days off. The view is perfect.”
A few minutes later, Reagan stepped up a higher ledge and collided with said view. “Damn. I’ve explored these woods and never found this spot.”
An exhausted Amy had a hard time with that final step. When she slipped on the edge after a sloppy step, Reagan grabbed her waist and yanked her up with little effort. Her face was close to his momentarily; he had a fire in his orbs and lionlike strength in his grasp.
“Thank you,” She said after joining his side staring into the city. “What do you think?” Amy asked. “Doesn’t every problem you’ve ever had just float away into the sky?” she asked dreamily, her lips shining with a side-smile.
“For a moment, everything seems so small. But then I’m reminded that this city is under my responsibility.” Reagan’s eyes thinned. “Under my influence.”
Amy sighed internally, realizing it would take more than the sight of the city to relieve her master. She succumbed to being overheated and became faint. She stumbled and nearly fell off the edge of the hill, but Reagan caught her with a scoop and lay her on the ground.
“You daft woman. You need to listen to me more,” Reagan said, tearing open her dress with a knife and freeing the heat from her flesh. He poured his canteen of water past her lips. “I should have turned us around at the first sign of your falter.”
“I just wanted you to see it…” Much of her pale, sweaty flesh was exposed to the sunlight and the eyes of the concerned man. Amy would blush from embarrassment if the heat hadn’t already done the job. “I’ll change to something cooler when we return.”
“You better!”
Reagan sat impatiently at the local high-end spa, waiting for his masseuse to arrive. Not having his phone with him, safely in the pocket of his bodyguard, made him anxious. Who knows what important messages he could be missing by wasting his day with something as trivial as a massage. Finally, the door opened but it wasn’t the masseuse who entered; it was Amy, dressed casually with a curve-hugging v-neck and fresh dandelion skirt.
“It’s been five minutes,” Reagan stated after a pause of surprise and appreciation for the feminine form. “This is taking too long. Where is the masseuse?”
“You’re looking at her.”
“Humorous. Where is she?”
“I wasn’t joking.”
“You work for me, fool.”
“Technically, I work for your estate. And because of that, it is my duty to protect you and your family,” Amy said matter-of-factly. “I may be no bodyguard, but I won’t leave you to a stranger in such a vulnerable state.” She scanned Reagan’s solid form with a teasing grin.
Reagan shifted his towel. “I’m never vulnerable, but fine. I’m not going to argue.”
“You’ll have to drop the towel, master,” Amy requested. “I won’t look if you don’t want me to.” She averted her eyes.
Reagan let the towel slide from his hips and gracefully positioned himself on the massage table. His toned muscles rippled beneath his skin, each one perfectly defined. As he lay there, unaware of Amy’s gaze, she stood behind him with a mischievous glint in her orbs.
She started by oiling his back and gently massaging the knots that had formed from his tense flesh. Reagan felt a sense of relaxation he hadn’t experienced in years. As she continued, she began to move her way down his legs, her hands lingering slightly longer than necessary.
There was an electricity that swelled between their flesh. Reagan felt one with Amy’s hands as if she was scooping away the filth in the pool that was his soul. Then, as quickly as the pleasure came, it was over. He was the embodiment of a noodle.
“How well did I do, master?” Amy asked, wiping her hands. “I have quite the touch.”
The fog in Reagan’s mind evaporated, leaving behind a crystal-clear consciousness. He slowly sat up, wrapping the towel around his waist once more. It was the only barrier separating his bare skin from the sensual heat in the room. A hint of a smile played on his lips.
Suddenly, there was a brisk knock at the door that cracked the calm mood. Without waiting for a response, one of his personal guards, all brawn and beef, barged into the room.
“Sir, you have an emergency call.”
Amy frowned as Reagan quickly slid on his clothing and snatched his phone, streaking out of the massage parlor. For a few minutes, they connected intimately. It was exciting, erotic, and naughty all at the same time.
After the massage parlor, Amy returned to the estate alone and finished her cleaning. Amy’s planned day of relaxation seemed to be a failure. As night descended, she passed by the rec room, intending to call it for the night, but saw through a partially cracked door that Reagan was sitting at the bar, glass of whiskey in his palm.
After a thoughtful pause, Amy planned to stroll off but the voice from within called her. “Want to join me? You’re off hours.”
Amy grinned and hummed her way to a seat next to Reagan. “Guess the one thing that’s guaranteed to reduce stress is a bit of alcohol.”
“I appreciate you trying, Amy,” Reagan admitted with admiration. “Even if you fail, you’ve always been good to me.”
“Right…” Amy grabbed the whiskey and poured herself a glass before sliding it back. “On any other night, I would say it’s my job. But to be truthful, it’s because I believe you to be very special.”
“Many say I’m special—not sure I want to be—but I trust your word.” He scanned his glass closely with sharp eyes watching the ice twirl. His brows were crushed as he smirked into laughter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Master, you’ve grown into such a man.” Amy’s loins experiencing heat and longing. She took a quick shot, her throat burning. “I want to give you what a man deserves.” Amy placed a hand on his leg, brushing against his cock through his pants. “I want to be aggressively intimate with you. To show you what I can do for you as a woman.” She tugged at her shirt exposing more of her cleavage. “It’s the greatest way for a man and a woman to relieve stress since the dawn of time.”
“Amy.” Reagan’s emotions were mixed for a moment, his heart was pumping through his crotch as he stole Amy’s lips with his own.
Reagan and Amy snuck into the maid’s quarters, hidden from a world that could witness their passion. With shared laughter, Amy fell backward onto her finely made bed. The pair were buzzed, but this sparking fire between them ignited from clear minds and taboo thoughts.
Under the silver string moonlight, Amy lounged with a seductive allure, her stockings hugging the gentle contours of her thighs, begging for Reagan’s grasp. She had shed the more cumbersome parts of her maid attire, revealing a hint of her secret allure. The delicate lace of her bra struggled to contain the fullness of her bosom, creating an enticing image that would make lesser men feral.
Reagan had discarded his shirt, unveiling a tantalizing showcase of masculine strength and virility. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest were on display, a testament to countless hours spent honing his physique. His skin shone under the moon’s soft light, adding an almost mystical quality to his raw primal presence
Their tongues danced passionately, each charting the other’s flesh with their palms. Reagan’s hands traced over Amy’s body, his fingers teasing her skin, moving from her navel to her pussy lips, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly into his mouth, her heart pounding in anticipation.
“Please, master,” Amy whispered, her voice dripping with lust. She gasped as Reagan took her nipple into his mouth, sending a bolt down her spine and causing her to arch her back in delight. “Your strength and control over me drives me wild.” As Reagan’s fingers explored her quivering lips, she couldn’t help but moan and writhe under his touch. They started off gentle, but quickly grew more forceful, filling her and stroking her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” Reagan whispered against her skin. Amy reached down, stroking his hard cock she swore could run her through. “You want this inside you? Beg for it.”
“Please, master.” Amy whimpered.
“You’re not begging.” Reagan’s words were firm and assertive like shackles. “Beg me!”
“Please, dominate me, master. Own me with your touch. I’m your willing servant. Take me. Possess me.”
Their eyes connected, and Reagan grabbed Amy’s hips. With a swift thrust, Reagan stretched Amy out with his size. It hurt on the first few thrusts but quickly became ecstasy in motion. His fingers were firmly around her throat as he thrust. He started off slow and long, but soon after picked up the pace, his abs flexing with each motion.
His eyes consumed her. Dominated her. She should have felt disgusted being penetrated by the master she served since he was a teen, but the claws of euphoria scratched those thoughts away. Her mind swirled as she gripped him tight, feeling every cell of his cock within her pussy.
“Fuck me, master. Fuck me hard,” Amy begged.
“You like that, slut?” Reagan asked, slapping her across the face, leaving a red mark on her fair pale cheek.
“Yeah, fuck me, master. Fuck. Me.”
They took on many positions over the hour until, Amy’s face was shoved into a pillow, and her ass was in the air to experience her master’s ravishing. Reagan’s thrusts became faster and more brutal, the bed creaking under their weight. After leaving a red palm mark on her cheek, he gripped her waist tightly, feeling her flesh tremble with each slap of his body against hers. His cock throbbed inside her, feeling the warmth of her tight pussy enveloping him completely.
After growing moans followed by a scream, Amy orgasmed, feeling Reagan fill her up with his hot cum. Following a moment of catching their breaths, he popped out of her, and Amy collapsed onto her bed.
Finally, Amy and Reagan found the best way to release some stress. It was spicy and taboo. And they began to make it a habit behind closed doors. A relationship evolved into ecstasy.
