A maid for The Devil

Avery

I shut my eyes tightly as I wait to feel the excruciating pain the bullet would cause me before I eventually die. But I don’t. I am surprised. Have I already died? Is it usually this painless?

I open my eyes slowly. I freeze. I am still alive and the devil is in front of me. His eyes black. Dangerous. Emotionless. I wish I were dead.

“On a second thought,” he lets go of me but I am not sure if it is safe for me to breathe. “I will not kill you, I just remembered that I need a maid.”

The way the words leave his vocal cords so easily amazes me. But the tone sends shivers down my spine. I am speechlessly watching him. He takes a step away, then turns back.

“This is the part where you follow me.” I don’t want to go... What will happen to me? What if he finds out I cannot cook? Well, that’s not even the most dreadful part. What if he does something harmful to me? No, I won’t go with him. I am better off dead than to follow him. After all, he is likely to still kill me later.

He turns to me, and even though I have made up my mind, my legs begin to lead me towards him and I curse myself for being so cowardly.

His men follow behind me and we keep walking till we get to the front of a big mansion. He stepped in. I follow. I expect the guards to do the same but the door is shut right behind me. I flinch. We are alone in the big mansion. Am I expected to clean this whole mansion? What does being a maid entails for him?

“Put this on and prepare me something to eat… in ten minutes.” What! He didn’t even show me around the mansion, how am I supposed to know where the kitchen is? “You are a second late and I send two bullets into all your holes. Starting from your mouth.”

“I don’t know where the kitchen is.” I am glad my voice does not break, but he only lowers himself onto one of the cushions in the living room.

“Seven more minutes.” My eyes widened as I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I follow my instincts and after a few seconds I arrive at a spacious kitchen. I am tempted to admire it but his husky voice announcing the remaining time I had, made me wriggle out of my clothes and into the mini skirt and crop top he had thrown at me.

“Ten.”

I was already dropping the plate on the dining table when he counted. He looks over his shoulder and sees me. Smoothly, he gets up. Seven lazy strides and he is in front of me.

“Dress, check; time, check; taste…” he picks up the spoon and scoops a generous amount of the food on the plate. My heart is beating too fast. My legs are shaking.

“Please don’t complain…” my subconscious mind prayed as he lifted the spoon to his mouth. He buries the spoon in his mouth. I stop breathing. For a moment I wish he is burying my lips or tits and not some three minute omelet.

I scold myself for entertaining such thoughts.

His eyes darken as he chewed. Then he spits the content on my chest. I gasp. I am doomed. He grabs my neck and pulls me closer.

“Do I look like a pig to you?” he didn’t have to raise his voice. Those black eyes spoke enough. I am too afraid to shake my head in reply. He pushes the plate away from the table, clearing it. He twirls me and bends me over the table.

“No, please…” I don’t know what he plans to do to me but I am already shaking. Cold air hits the cheeks of my ass. He has lifted my skirt.

Spank.

His hand went on the right cheek and I screamed in pain. My hands rushed to the stinging ass and began to scratch as I cried. He is pinning me to the table effortlessly with one hand on my neck.

“You touch your ass again and I’ll start from the beginning.” I knew he meant his words. My hands swiftly fell on my sides.

“Please… I am sorry,” I don’t know what I did to him but I will do what it takes to make him stop spanking me.

Spank.

His hands are hard and firm on my soft cheek. I am crying but it only makes him increase his pace and force on that one cheek. After what felt like a thousand spanks, he went to the other cheek and repeated the same action with equal force.

“I will never repeat this again, I swear!”

“Of course you won’t but you have done wrong. This punishment is for the wrong.”

By that time I am trying to crawl over the table to get away but somehow my body heats… my stomach twitches and I am dripping wet. With each effort to climb up the table, my juice makes me slide back into his arms.

When he finally stops and releases me. My legs cannot carry me again yet when I fall to the ground on my ass, I jerk back on my feet. My ass is on fire.

He still looks as dangerous as he had looked a while ago. And even more handsome. His eyes rest on me. Without pity. He looks at the table and I see his brows arched.

“What now?” my heartbeat increases.

“Is that cunt juice I see?” I am not sure if it is shock or disgust I hear in his voice but I am certain that I am in deep trouble. “You dare to spill your virgin cunt juice on my dining table?”

“I’m sorry… I’ll clean it, I’ll wash it off.” I force my weak legs to lead me to the table as I try to avoid getting close to him.

“Of course you will clean it all… with your tongue.”

“What!?”

He didn’t have to move his body to get to me, just a stretch and he is holding my neck again and making me lick my juice for the first time.

“I don’t want a single trace or drop on my table,” I have to obediently lick it off. My burning ass is being rubbed against his bulge in the process. Tears flowed from my eyes.

I want to go home.