A Suprising Offer

"I'm sure you've figured out what I expect tonight," he says, taking off his watch and throwing it on a wardrobe. The casual nature of his actions made this whole thing so surreal. Like your deflowering was just another part of the job to him, not an event worthy of ceremony.

"Y-Yes, Master," you squeak, shifting in your heels. Was he going to make you say it? You were not sure if you could.

"And does the idea... excite you?" Turning to face you, his eyes stare deep into yours. There was a cool, collected confidence to his gaze that made your knees buckle. Why were you like this?!?!

You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. Truthfully, you were not sure what you wanted. Terror and arousal were battling for control of your subconscious, but neither was winning.

Fortunately, the Master did not seem to mind your silence, continuing anyway. "I am not a ****, Miss Lockley. I will not have sex with you without your consent." He lets the words linger for a moment before breaking eye contact and walking over to the bar. From a fridge he retrieved a bottle of scotch, from a drawer two glasses.

"However, I also expect complete obedience from my staff. Any request, sexual or otherwise, must be fulfilled immediately and without hesitation." He poured a double shot into each glass and took them over to you. Handing you one, he added "Quite the contradiction, don't you think?"

Taking the drink, you stammer "I-I-I'm not sure I understand, Master."

He smiles, taking a sip of his drink. "To avoid issues of consent, I am giving you one last opportunity. You can leave right now and keep your virginity intact. There will be no hard feelings and you will no longer be molested by me or my family. You can sleep here and in the morning I'll have a driver take you back to the city."

His eyes seem to soften, and for a second you actually believe he cares. "Olivia told me about your financial situation. I don't want desperation to cloud your judgment. You put in a good day's work. I think you more than deserve your first two weeks' pay. In fact, I think you deserve the whole month! Regardless of your decision tonight the money will be deposited into your bank account."

You could not believe it! That much money would cover your rent for the next two months! It would easily be enough money to tide you over before you found another job! You would not have in a million years expected this level of generosity from him. Just this morning you had blown him under his desk, now he was offering you an escape clause?!

"Or..." he continued, "You could lie down on that bed and spread your legs. We offer permanent employment here. Unless you break our rules, we will never fire you. Not only that, but when it comes time for you to retire, you will be more than taken care of."

The kind look in his eye faded away, replaced by his formerly dominant gaze. "Besides, that is not the only benefit we offer. I saw your eyes this morning, while your mouth was full! Many of our maids enjoy the more unusual aspects of this job. Enjoy being submissive, enjoy servicing their superiors. I have a sneaking suspicion you are one of them." His words sent shivers down your spine. You could not deny the truth in it. Today had been the hottest day of your life by far! But how far were you willing to go with this fantasy?"

"Be warned," he added, downing the rest of his drink. "What I want is paramount. I don't care if it's your first time or your hundredth time! I'll fuck you the way I want to fuck you. Though I suppose you could have guessed that." Placing his glass on the table, he looked down at you expectantly. "Take your time, and choose wisely!"

Your mind was swimming in emotion. This whole day, you had been using money to excuse the depravity you'd indulged in. However, not that was off the table. If you laid down on that bed, you would be admitting that you had wanted it. Admitting that you are willing to give your body to your job.

Admitting that you wanted the Master to take your virginity!

You feel that you have been thinking long enough. The Master's eyes had never left yours. He wanted an answer.