KINKY FUCKING THE MANHATTAN MAID by Lily Harlem

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Chapter One

Cleaning the sumptuous penthouse apartment at the Dakota building was Marie’s favorite job of the week—no, make that favorite job ever. She spent Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday counting the hours till she took out her polish and snapped on her rubber gloves again. Then, at the weekend she’d slink around her small bedsit on Upper East, her head full of erotic memories and daydreams. She’d indulge in permitted long bouts of masturbation and study the marks he’d left. In truth, she enjoyed those moments staring into the mirror even if she did ache with longing to be with him and feel his hands on her.
Today was special, though—it was his birthday. She knew that as she’d happened to spot it on a calendar in the kitchen. A calendar with pictures of London—it wasn’t Taylor’s calendar but his brother Kane’s; the whole apartment was his Kane’s.
As she let herself into the quiet stillness of the entrance hall, she wondered if Taylor would like the present she’d bought. It was a little unusual for a maid to buy a gift for her employer, but there was nothing usual about their relationship. There hadn’t been from the start. From that first time he’d slipped his hand up her skirt when she’d been cleaning the bathroom and brought her to a swift sharp orgasm.
She set the key in a small ceramic bowl to prevent scratching the highly polished surface of the hall cabinet, and breathed deep. The air always held a lingering scent of him—sandalwood, bergamot, maybe a dash of sea breeze—and she couldn’t get enough of it.
After kicking off her high red heels she shrugged out of her light jacket and hung it on a hook. The wooden floor was cool on her soles as she opened the cupboard to her left and pulled out her small box of cleaning fluids and cloths. Today she’d be extra quick with her chores to give herself time to get ready for him. Five p.m. was his usual slot to arrive home, which gave her six hours to ensure the place was spick and span and she was fully prepared for whatever he wanted to take from her.
Marie walked quickly towards the kitchen, not pausing to take in the breathtaking view from the lounge window that showcased Central Park as though it were a giant picture hanging on the wall. She’d seen that view many times; occasionally she’d stared at it unseeing, but more often than not it gave her something to focus on as she climbed to a higher sensation.
She stepped up to the sink and prepared to clean the work surfaces. He’d had a bowl of cereal for breakfast, the remnants of it sitting by the dishwasher—a mouthful of milk and a single nugget of granola. Marie smiled and tidied it away. Taylor took care of his physique. He ate well, worked out, and never had a hair out of place. It paid off. Not only did he look the part when arriving home after running his multi-million-pound communication business, he also rocked her world when he stripped off.
She pressed her legs together as the sink filled. Damn, just thinking of him stripping off made her pussy tremble. She adored the wide planes of his chest, the smattering of dark hair over his sternum that led in a sexy trail down past his navel to his cock. His thighs were thick and powerful, his calves honed and toned from running. She loved his arms, thick and corded with muscles and threaded with veins; they could hold her tenderly one minute and those hands… those hands could wield a flogger that bit her ass the next. Oh yes, she liked everything about Taylor Ward’s body, that was for sure.
Like or love?
She shook her head and pulled on yellow rubber gloves. No, she wasn’t in love with him. Was she? Well, if she was, she had to push that feeling aside. Where could their relationship go? Her, a maid from Detroit who had dreams of working in the Big Apple as a fashion designer but no way of making it happen, and him, a wildly successful business man who knew what he wanted, when he wanted it, and took it. They were poles apart. How could it work?
She wrung out the cloth and set to cleaning up the kitchen, which, other than the breakfast bowl and the remnants of coffee in a pot, wasn’t actually messy. No doubt he had a string of women, beautiful submissives, all around the world and whenever he stayed in a different city he’d call them. She could imagine it now. Stunning Geisha girls in Shanghai, exotic long-legged stunners in Cape Town, and cultured, demure ladies in London.
And here was she, Marie Brockle, frizzy-haired, round-bottomed and most commonly found mopping the floor and in mismatched underwear.
Well, not today. Today Marie’s underwear matched perfectly. It was vivid red, a mixture of satin and lace, and ever since she’d seen it on a mannequin at Victoria’s Secret she’d wanted it. It had cost more than her monthly food bill and she’d had to buy a bigger size of panties than last time she’d bought underwear, but that was okay. Tight elastic was never a good look and what she wanted most was to look good for Taylor. The twinkle in his eye when he liked what he saw on her was worth any price tag.
She flicked on the radio and a beaty pop tune came on. She began to wiggle as she worked and soon the kitchen was gleaming and smelt of lemon and soap.
Another song came on that she loved and she half-danced, half-walked through the living area, flicking her duster around the surfaces. She hummed as she busied and enjoyed the anticipation of knowing she’d see him before nightfall.
The cushions on the long purple sofa were a little flattened from his torso and she plumped them, loving the fact he’d been resting there and imagining she could still feel his body heat. She pressed the material to her face and shut her eyes.
Oh, Taylor. This short time we have is so special.
Once satisfied the cushions were in order, she looked at the tall leather chair that faced the window affording the sitter a priceless view. It had become squint on its wooden legs. She knew exactly what angle Taylor liked it so straightened it a

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Written by Lily Harlem
Uploaded October 2, 2020
Notes She's his maid with benefits, submission is her thing, Domination is his. But will this be their last session of bondage, spanking, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and flogging? Or has she found a way into his heart as well as his erotic fantasies?
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