“Okay, Miss Literal. It’s not role play.” The corner of his lips twitched in a smile.
Beth had a white-knuckle grip on the bottle of glass cleaner. James frowned, realizing that she was not teasing, as funny as her fear might sound to others.
“Beth.” Now his voice was sharp with command. “Put all the spray bottles in the bucket. Take out the feather duster.”
Beth grabbed the feather duster, which was made of actual black and white feathers and had a short, thick wooden handle.
“Go dust the front of the wardrobe.”
Feeling better at having simple, direct orders to follow, Beth went to the tall dark-wood piece and ran the duster over the doors.
“I don’t think this is very effective.” There wasn’t any dust on the furniture—Las Palmas had a discreet cleaning service come in during the week, and two full-time people who lived on site and maintained the playrooms daily—but if there had been dust she was fairly certain the feathers would just move it around.
“Dust the top.”
Beth rose on tiptoe, one hand on the doors, the other stretched up. For a large man, he was surprisingly silent as he came up behind her. When Master James grabbed her bare ass, Beth nearly lost her balance.
“I didn’t say you could stop.” He growled the words when she lowered her outstretched arm.
Beth went back up on her toes, struggling to maintain the position as he massaged her ass. When his lips brushed her ear, Beth shivered. The corset not only restricted her movement, but made her intensely aware of how naked her lower half was.
“The table over there needs to be cleaned.”
He turned her by the hips, pointing her to the small side table positioned near the chair he’d been sitting in. The corset caused her hips to sway more than normal, but this time she played it up, sure from the weight of his gaze that he was watching her ass as she walked away.
It was an incredibly powerful feeling. She was the one in the binding corset, obeying his orders—yet she felt strong and in control.
She flicked the feather duster along the top of the perfectly clean table, heart thumping in her chest as she waited for him to make his next move. Master James resumed his seat.
“You missed a spot.”
“I did?”
“Yes, stand right in front of me and you’ll see it.”
Beth’s blood was humming with desire and anticipation as she positioned herself in front of him, her legs only a few inches from his knees. Again she flicked the duster, barely moving as she focused all her attention on the man at her back.
“There’s dust on the shelf. Clean it.”
There was a shelf near the bottom of the table, set with a lovely impressionist ceramic sculpture of a naked man and woman. Beth started to bend, then realized the corset made that problematic.
Bracing one hand on the tabletop she bent from the hips, not the waist, thrusting her ass back as she leaned forward.
A heavy hand on her back slammed her down the last few inches, so her chest was flat on the table. Master James grabbed the duster from her.
“I have a confession.” He ran the soft feathers up her arm to her shoulder, then used them to push her hair off her face, the tickling feeling causing her to scrunch up her nose.
“This isn’t really meant for dusting.” He held it where she could see it. “Look at the handle.”
The handle was about as long as her hand, from wrist to the tip of her fingers, and as wide around as a tube of toothpaste. Rather than straight it was curved, like the silhouette of a woman’s body, with a rounded, tapered end.
“Can you guess where this is going?”
She could guess, but between the position, the corset, and the arousal that made it hard to think let alone talk, Beth didn’t answer.
“I’m going to f*ck
your p*ssy
with it, then going to shove it inside your tight ass.”
With one hand on her upper back holding her down, he brushed her butt and legs with the feathers.
“Then I’m going to make you keep it in your ass, like a feather tail.”
The smooth wood of the handle rubbed her inner thighs, then tapped against her mound.
“You’re going to do some more chores, like get me lunch and a drink, all with a cute little feather tail.”
Beth was panting with desire, the picture painted by his words driving her mad with desire.
The smooth, cool wood slid between the lips of her sex, the tip rubbing her clit.
“Then I’m going to take it out of your ass, so that I can f*ck
you. Or maybe you need to go over my knee for a spanking first.”
The handle pressed into her, her desire-tightened body greedily clenching around the wood as it entered her inch by inch.
“I could say it’s to punish you for this morning, but really it would just be because I want to spank you.”
He started f*ck
ing her with the feather duster in earnest. Beth clung to the table, wanting to thrust back, but he was holding her in place, giving her no opportunity to move. She could only stand there and take it.