Send Riya to her room

“That's it, Riya.” I tell the trembling young woman. “Gather your things and get to your room.” Clearly this is not at all what my new tenant/servant was expecting from me. The way she is standing before me almost makes me reconsider. Naked and cowed like she is, I'm pretty sure I could fuck her right here and now, but I don't mind waiting. I'll have plenty of time to do whatever I like once I get her properly broken in.

“I'll be up to look in on you in a bit, Riya.” I see the uncertainty in her face, no doubt wondering what my intensions were. Honestly, I'm not sure about this myself. There is no doubt I want to fuck her, but even more than that I want to establish her role in this household. This is Riya's first test of obedience; it is a simple one but being dismissed to her tiny room should make her status absolutely clear.

“You heard me. Off with you, girl.” I drop the pitch of my voice about half an octave to add gravity to the command. “You have classes tomorrow, and you'll need your sleep.” When she raises her brown eyes tentatively, I add a little more to help ground her in her new duties. “I'll have a list of chores waiting for you.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watch her naked body as she collects her stuff and heads up the stairs just like Alison used to, and I smile in anticipation. After the past couple of disappointing tenants, I am confident that Riya is going to be just what I'm hoping for. Next time, I decide as I watch that tight little ass moving up the stairs, I'm going to use my hand so I can feel her jiggling flesh as I spank her.

The news is as depressing as ever with no sign of inflation going away and the war in Ukraine dragging on, but to be honest I don't even care. All I can think about is Riya and how hot she looked scampering up the stairs. I wonder how long it will take before I have her completely under my control. It is about twenty minutes later that I am climbing the same stairs, curious to see how Riya is settling into her tiny new quarters.

The door to her bedroom is closed, but the good-sized gaps between the door and its frame let out plenty of light, so I figure she's waiting for my check-in. Over the years I've considered replacing the poorly fitted door with a heavier version, but now I'm glad I never did. With only a simple door latch to keep the door shut Riya must know that there is nothing she can do to keep me from joining her if I want.

“Riya?” I knock softly on the thin-paneled door. “Are you decent?” I take the soft sniffle as permission to enter and find her wearing a set of pretty pink pajamas sitting on her narrow bed looking both apprehensive and defeated.

“I promise, Sir. I'll do better next time.”

“Well then,” I assure her gently, “between your punishment and this apology I'd say we are back to even again.”

“But ...” Riya hesitates sweetly, "but you're going to make me sleep with you, right?” This Indian exchange student might not have much experience, but she certainly has a pretty good idea of what's going on. Even before I can answer she explains how she knows. “My father slept with all our maids, Mr. Patterson ... especially the pretty young ones. I'm not supposed to know, but it wasn't hard to figure out.”

“Is that what has you so upset?” I really don't want to have sex with her if all she's going to do is lay there and sob. “I'm not going to **** you.” Well, not for the first couple weeks anyways. At some point I may have to get a little more assertive if this pretty thing is still keeping me at arm's length. It turns out that Riya has a different concern as she looks up at me shyly.

“I'm just afraid it'll be a disaster. Like my biriyani.” This sounds like an invitation, at least to me it does.