Stefan Devereaux

The revving of sixteen cylinders announced the arrival of Stefan Devereaux to his mansion. He liked his Bugatti as he liked himself; he viewed them as two of a kind. Expensive, exclusive, and favoring raw, overbearing power as the singular best way of overwhelming any competition. He usually felt good, in the kind of toxic, domineering way a bad winner tends to after destroying the other players of a board game.

It was natural he would feel good. Why wouldn’t he? He was one of the richest men in the world, and still had enough of his life left to enjoy it. Only in his forties, he was comparatively spritely when arranged beside his billionaire contemporaries. His wife was gorgeous and the ideal show piece for the fancy dinners he liked to flaunt her at. His watch collection cost more than a well-off Los Angeles suburb, and his daughter Victoria, his pride and joy, was turning out to be more than a worthy successor to his legacy.

Honestly, he would have preferred a son. Part of the reason why he’d gotten rid of Victoria’s mother; her failure to provide a male heir. Then again, he supposed it didn’t matter as much in the modern day anyway. It wasn’t the medieval era any longer, a woman could be just as successful as a man. Well, logically enough, he still recognized that women were at a disadvantage, yet in the case of Victoria, he knew she would be well placed to turn that likely underestimation into the opportunity to utterly destroy those who made such a mistake regarding her.

She was turning out to be quite the chip off the old block. Spoilt, aggressive, vicious, arrogant. It practically brought a tear to his eye. It was a dog eat dog world, and with his wealth and her spite, he knew Victoria would tear her competition apart when the time came.

Bored of counting the blessings he already had, Stefan was looking forward to enjoying a treat he’d been hungering for. Today was a celebration; he’d acquired a family business that was one of the final rivals keeping his dominance of the Californian wine sector from becoming a monopoly. Such a shame the family’s eldest son had been drowned in his apartment. It was crazy what kind of accidents could happen in bathtubs these days.

And, well, isn’t it convenient how a family tragedy like that can make a family hasten to sell their business for well under the true value. It’s only natural, when tragedy is so contagious, to do anything to stop it taking the children they had left. Stefan had the self-assured swagger of a man who always got what he wanted, and, as usual, had this time as well.

And now it was time to take the reward he’d so carefully arranged for himself. Eva, his wife, was out partying late tonight, no doubt living a life of vacuous hedonism. Victoria was more than permissive of cruelty, she rather enjoyed it even, and so Stefan knew she would not interfere with his plans. The guards obeyed his orders much like dogs would, and had been well trained not to look too closely on a night like tonight. There weren’t even any in the main property tonight, rather confined to the guard house instead. And finally, none of the staff were in tonight either. No cleaners, no chef, no butlers. Only one.

Maria.

“Welcome home, master.”

She greeted him at the door, her maid outfit looking perfect. Seeing her in it only caused the smile on Stefan’s face to widen; he’d chosen it well, the ideal mix of chaste, traditional servant, and objectified, helpless woman, to be his perfect little ****.

“Is there anything I can help you with this evening?”

“Yes, maid. There is indeed. Come along with me.”

He lead her up the marble staircase, and through the halls towards the master bedroom. It wasn’t totally unusual for him to bring her here, many times she’d had to clean up the mess from his freaky sex sessions with Eva.

This was the first time he’d brought her here with so few in the house though. It was the first time she could recall seeing the mansion so quiet, even. Maria walked into the room, looking around, seeming almost to be scrambling to think what Stefan could require of her tonight. She looked at the bed, at the shelves, at the ornaments, for dust or some speck or impurity, any sign of something to clean.

“Actually, maid, I want you to clean this.”

“Eiii!! Oh my God!”

Maria screamed in shock, panic causing her to stumble back, Stefan’s smile resembling totally the wolf staring at his prey. His pants were down, cock standing fully erect, a tall seven inches that were practically leaking pre-cum.

“M-Master, you can’t possibly-”

“I’m very serious, maid. Do your job.”

“N-no, no you can’t mean it, t-this wasn’t in the job description.”

Maria was stuttering, fear and disbelief alike clashing together in the way her voice wavered, the slight trembling in her walk as she stumbled back. Seeing her like this, so uncertain, so stunned, so much the picture of prey; it just made Stefan so much harder. He strode forward and pushed her, hard.

Another scream from Maria was followed by a yelp of pain. She fell to the floor, hitting off the side of the bed, forming a crumple of maid dress and woman on the floor. Stefan grabbed her hair, her beautiful black bob, and pulled her up with a squeal, dragging his cock across the perfect skin of her face.

“The job description? The job description? Oh, I’m willing to bet you thought I lifted you out of that shithole country for just your ability as a maid? God, your kind really are stupid, aren’t you? No wonder you never achieved anything of note. Why exactly did you think you were chosen, hmmm? Maybe I’ll just tell you, spell everything out so maybe then even you could understand.

Everything you lack in brains you make up for in looks. I’ll admit it, you’re a very beautiful woman. But that on its own is useless. You’re so much better under me, so much better as my property. Now suck!”

Through eyes that held tears, Maria still had some defiance.

“Th-this is wrong!”

“Shut up!”

Stefan slapped her in the face, the sound of the impact ringing out and leaving a red hand-print on her cheek. He’d sounded angry as he said it, his voice coming out rough and frightening, but really he was perfectly in control. Even down to the strength he’d put into the slap, enough to sting, to hurt the maid into submission, but not enough to leave any kind of real mark, anything that might be obvious in the morning.

“Don’t you understand the situation you’re in, bitch? I own you. You’re only in the country because I said you could be. One word and you’re out of here, the immigration police can be here in an hour and they’ll have you taken out of here. Really, I have connections there. Maybe they’ll have their fun with you, one by one, using that body in the way it deserves to be used. Really taking their fun with you, forming a nice, neat, orderly queue.

I’m being generous, you understand? I’m nothing but kind to you. I’m going to give you what you deserve, only me. That will be mercy. Why do you think none of the other staff are here tonight? Why is security confined to the guard house? It’s because I ordered them to be, I set all of this up. I’ve been working hard, and you’re my reward. Now suck this billion-dollar dick.”

Maria opened her mouth, small tears flowing down either side. Stefan’s grin turned into the gloat of victory, seeing his bitch maid so submissive below him turning him on to no end. She, like everyone else, was lesser than him, his to break, and his to use. He slid his cock past her plump lips, feeling their glossy surface glide over its length as her tongue began working the shaft.

She took her head back, and then took him all the way to the base, before gagging and coughing a little. It just caused him to smile more. Knowing she wasn’t too experienced was even better; desecrating innocence was a reward Stefan enjoyed more than most.

His hand came down on her hair, stroking her silky lengths from the roots to the ends, a surprisingly affectionate touch. Then, just as quickly and unexpectedly as he’d shown intimate restraint, he turned to savagery, grabbing her skull and forcing her to deep throat his cock. The warm wetness of her throat was his reward, shuddering a little from the immense tactile pleasure, as his maid squirmed underneath him.

He began to fuck her throat in earnest now, the brutal surprise of it all making her lose much of the subtleties of her technique.

“The quality is slipping now, maid. I expect better!”

Even as he **** her throat, he expected service. Tears flowed from her eyes, mascara running, but she still obeyed. He could feel her try her best, the warm saliva of her mouth bathing his length as her tongue flicked over his urethra.

“Ughhh”

The stimulation proved too much, as Stefan’s grunt accompanied the rush of cum down Maria’s throat. Her cheeks puffed at a little at their sudden salty filling, before she fell back, mouth full.

“Be a good girl and swallow, okay?”

Stefan’s voice carried the strangest mix of patriarchal pride mixed with a taunting edge, as the Filipina maid opened her mouth to reveal she’d swallowed his seed. It seemed that where just a few minutes ago, she’d been afraid, now she panted with a certain breathless lust. Stefan’s ever large ego swelled a little more, the flattering notion that she’d started to enjoy all of this even despite such a threatening beginning serving to confirm what he’d always already known; he was God’s gift to women.

“Very good, very good maid. You’ll make an excellent breeding bitch for whenever I get horny. Isn’t that right?”

Stefan leaned down, taking her chin in his fingers and angling her face upwards so she was facing him.

“Y-yes master…”

The hints of bashfulness in her expression mingled with a certain sense of reverence in her voice, and every little hint of it only made Stefan feel even more powerful and confident. His ego swelled internally, a sense that she wouldn’t dare stand up to him, and was beginning to take even the small solace of enjoying her ordeal in a **** attempt to claim ownership of it in her own mind.

“Now…. Stand up and get on the bed.”

Maria dutifully obeyed, her legs shaking just a little, no doubt all the adrenaline of the situation getting to her.

“On your hands and knees, pull your skirt up high. Arch that back, good girl.”

Stefan could see her turn her head, give him the side eye, even as she obeyed. Cute, girly hands gripped her long black skirt and pulled it up, revealing the top of her stockings, the garter belts that held them up, and of course her perfect, juicy ass.

Stefan’s smirk was predatory, as he pulled her panties to the side and exposed her pussy, parting the lips with his fingers and examining her moist pink folds. He could hear her suck air through her teeth, gasping in surprise as his fingers experimentally prodded and poked.

“S-stop! It’s embarrassing!”

“So be embarrassed. You’re mine to do with as I please, remember? Every part of you. Your hair…”

He grabbed her bob by the roots again and pulled, causing her to squeal.

“…Your pussy…”

His index and middle finger speared inside her and wiggled, causing her to squirm at his touch. Sadistically, he felt almost like she was his puppet right now, his hand controlling her movements now it was inside her.

“… And your ass.”

Her squeals of pleasure from being fingered took it up an octave as they became a scream, a powerful slap ringing out as Stefan branded her ass cheek with a red imprint of his hand.

“Now then. If you’re not on contraceptives already, you’d best take the morning after pill tomorrow.”

“Wha- aghhhhh!”

Maria’s question was cut short by a deluge of sensation as she was penetrated from behind, Stefan’s thick cock parting her pussy lips. He savored the sensation of being buried in her wet heat for a moment, before pulling back. The maid panted from the penetration, her eyes closed and brow furrowed. Despite the fucked-up situation, her body was enjoying what was happening, while some inner part of her was loving playing the submissive role too.

“Beg for it.”

A hard, gloating edge thoroughly infused Stefan’s voice.

“W-what?”

“I said beg for it, bitch.”

“A-ah…”

“Now!”

“I… P-please master. Please give me your cock… plea-”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Maria squealed again even louder at the double sensation of her ass being slapped again as she was fucked, Stefan forming a rhythm now. His cock roughly pushed apart her walls, as Maria rocked on the bed with her ass arched. She could feel her breasts moving in time with the motion under her dress, the powerful sensation of being fucked rough in such a compromising situation pumping her brain and body full of twisted dopamine.

She drooled a little as she let herself surrender to the feelings, her face almost buried in the sheets as Stefan’s strong hands gripped her thighs. He was reaching so deep into her, the squelch of how wet she was emanating round the room as it began to reek of sex. Stefan was loving every minute, ravaging the hot Filipina maid in the bed he’d first fucked Eva in, cheating on his wife making it all the more enjoyable for him.

But even this, wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her face, wanted to look her in the eyes as every last shred of her will to resist was smashed. He wanted to witness that perfect, fleeting expression as she became housebroken, as she became his sexual toy for personal use, cleaning his cock whenever he pleased like she cleaned the house.

Using powerful muscles crafted for vanity alone, he pulled out of her and flipped her, her body bouncing on the luxury mattress until she was facing him. Just as quickly, he’d grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, lining up and entering her again to the sounds of her breathless feminine moans.

Just as he’d hoped, the expressions he’d desired were manifesting on her face. Although… there was something else there too. What was it…? A creeping pleasure, a satisfied smugness, an infuriating look like she knew something he didn’t, like there was something more going on here. In what was supposed to be his moment of triumph, it seemed there was something else happening.

Not knowing what it was made Stefan angry. Terribly so. But even that was undercut by the unexpectedness of what Maria did next, starting to laugh even as she was roughly ****.

“Huh…?”

Was all Stefan could manage, as the maid he’d brought to this country specifically to defile seemed to taunt him, even as he fucked her.

“What’s the matter, ‘Master~?”

Her voice took on a certain sing song quality as she stressed the title, like it was a private joke and Stefan was the punchline. His fingers dug into her thighs now hard, like it would hurt her, but instead she just moaned.

“Wha- what are you doing? Why are you acting like this?”

She hadn’t done anything specific, anything that obviously revealed something wasn’t right. But there was a sensation, a dark feeling in the air. He knew something was wrong.

“Do you really want to know?”

She was teasing him, toying with him. In a situation where he should hold all the cards, somehow she seemed to have a trick up her sleeve that would change everything.