Bets Maid

He felt her hands sneak around under his arms, wrapping around his chest to embrace him, pulling him back against her body.

He let out a soft sigh, pretending to be asleep as she drew him close, providing him with a big spoon to cuddle with.

Without really thinking about it, he wiggled backwards, moving slightly so their bodies met from tip to tail, his feet tangled with hers, his head against her neck.

It wasn't until several minutes had passed, in his half-asleep state that he realised what he had done. His ass, protected only by his boxers was pressed to the softness of her meaty cock, the shaft snuggled up against him, slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but now noticeably swelling.

He heard her breath quicken slightly and felt it against his butt and lower back, swelling until it was wedged between their bodies, hard.

"I know you're awake..." she said softly, her hands caressing down the front of his smooth chest, hugging and squeezing him tighter.

He swallowed, softly before speaking, his voice heavy with sleep, "Y-yeah, was just... Enjoying the warmth."

"We could enjoy so much more together, you and me." She whispered, her hand starting to venture lower, towards his boxers.

Shivering softly at her touch he hesitated, wanting to feel her hands sink lower, slide into his boxers, embrace him in an entirely new way. But just as her thumbs reached the hem of his boxers he felt her subtly grind her hips forward, her thick cock pressing into the curve of his ass.

Snapping back to reality he shuffled forward, away from her, climbing from the bed a lot faster than he had intended to. His hand moving to the light switch beside his bed, clicking it on.

He looked down at her in the bed, the quilt just covering the swell of her breasts, her expression understandably a little dejected.

I'll er, I'll go have a shower." He said, running a hand through his short hair.

She smiled a little, hopefully, "Want some company?"

He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head, "N-no you should go prepare breakfast."

Her smile slipped and she nodded demurely, "Yes Master."

He walked through to the ensuite, hearing her sigh long and slow as he left her wanting and he moved to turn the shower on, adjusting the temperature before he discarded his boxers and stepped inside.

He pressed his forehead to the to the cool tiles of one of the shower walls.

"Idiot." He said, knocking his head gently to the tiles as he repeated the word again and again.

He leaned back after a few moments and stared at himself in the mirror, wiping a hand over it to remove the fog as the hot water cascaded down his slender body. He hardly recognised himself.

The face that looked back was certainly him, but he was so... Domesticated. Clean shaven, well rested, sober.

He had been living here for a couple of weeks and, apart from managing his portfolio he hadn't attended any of the high stakes games, which was most unlike him when he was on a winning streak. What was the point of being a gambler if you didn't bet when you had this much to wager?

Lucille was gorgeous, wonderful, devoted, kind and, well, he was no cold-blooded reptile, she had a chest he had only seen in porn that made his passions rise. He would be a fool to lose her.

But to keep her meant to keep this. She wasn't after all tied to him, but to the property, to his winnings. He thought about how much his current pot was worth, a slave, a house, a Lotus, what could he get with that? A yacht?

He steeled himself and felt a familiar thrill rise in his chest, the lust for something more than the bodily delights Lucille had on offer, a lust she couldn't sate even if he let her. He couldn't admit to himself that he wanted her like he did, a woman society had taught him to despise, the lowest of the low, a woman with a cock and a slave too.

He stared at his reflection, regret, sadness, resolve. This wasn't the right thing to do and he knew it, but he knew he was going to do it anyway.

After he was done in the shower he dried and dressed, stepping downstairs to find her in her uniform serving breakfast, her customary yet genuine smile adorned as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"Good morning cutie, I made your favourite."

She had and it fueled the guilt in him, but it only hardened his decision. To care for Lucille was to tie himself to this house, a house with which she was bound through a contract he couldn't unravel. He would be tied down, static, domestic.

"I'm going out tonight Lucille." He said, voice flat as he sat down, looking at the delicious food she had prepared but not feeling in the least bit hungry.

"Oooh? Anywhere nice? I hope you'll be back in time for us to snuggle and-"

"I'm going to go gambling. At the club."

She hesitated, paling slightly, "Master Luke, I, I hope you don't intend to-"

He cut her off, unable to meet her gaze, "I do."

She swallowed and her eyes grew wet, her voice full of barely suppressed emotion, "Very well Master, I will see your clothes are pressed, I... I hope you win."

He didn't respond and she didn't wait for him to, hurrying from the room, a hand pressed against her chest as she let out a quavering breath.

Luke looked down at his meal, feeling a pit in his chest. But what choice did a coward like him have? The life she offered was too good for him.

Hours later he sat in the too small room, the table before him strewn with chips and half-empty glasses, the air thick and hazy with cigar and cigarette smoke. It was warm, uncomfortably so, but this was where Luke most felt at home, felt most alive.

The rounds were going in his favour, the players just heating up, the rules clear. Come to the table with at least two hundred and fifty k in chips. There was no bowing out. You left when you had no more money to bet with. With six players someone would walk away with close to one and a half million cash. When the last two players were betting then came the alternatives, house verified assets that could in desperation and glee be levied. Cars, homes, slaves, gold. One man would leave with it all and then some. Everyone else would leave a loser, some with their emergency assets intact, others not.

As the evening heated up and players bowed out, including the gentleman from whom he had taken the house, Luke was left sitting opposite a gruff looking old man, his eyes harsh, his demeanour stern. He, like Luke, had been sweeping it up and they each sat with near enough half the total money.

The hands passed and despite some give and take, the two stayed relatively equal, neither one gathering a marked advantage over the other, each waiting for the right hand to be played.

Such a hand was dealt.

The bets were raised as Luke tried to keep his cool. The flop had been generous to him and just two more turns stood between him and another small fortune, or disaster.

The first card was turned, one of the two cards he'd wanted to see.

How lucky did he feel?

"All in," he said softly, pushing his chips forward, letting them spill into the middle.

The words in the almost silent hall drawing the attention of those players who had already bowed out. One by one, drinks in hand they returned silently to their seats, leaching the feeling of elated adrenaline that coursed through Luke and his opponent.

They could smell the blood. They were just waiting to find out whos.

The old man pushed in his chips and they matched, the last card being turned.

Luke's eyes scanned back over the cards, working it all out in his mind. There was only one combination of cards the man could hold that would beat Luke's hand. Did he have it? Did he have that one combination? It would be a million to one chance, Luke thought, odds he liked.

"Raise. My Lotus." He said, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the tattered crowd.

The old man leaned back, thinking, "I match. My Rolls Royce."

Luke felt glee spring though him, the thrill he had sought soaring through him, though his face remained neutral.

"Raise." The old man said and Luke felt that sensational elation stammer inside him, "I raise my penthouse suite. City centre."

Luke swallowed and stared at the cards. He was so sure, so positive he had the man beat, his instincts roared it at him that this was it, this was his moment, to walk out a champion, a god! He could match the raise, his house, his slave, Lucille. He looked at the man. Old, lecherous, a dinosaur from ancient times, a known misogynist.

"I fold."

A murmur went up around the room and the old man merely smiled, placing his cards face down and handing them back to the dealer, not revealing what he had. Luke did the same, with a sigh.

"Not like you to turn down a chance like that, Luke my boy." The old man said, grinning.

Luke glanced from his opponent towards the man from whom he had first won Lucille, "No... It's not... I'll have my Lotus dropped off at your house."

He didn't stay to talk or socialise as he often did, he had a far more pressing matter to deal with.

Lucille came downstairs, her movements slow, her nerves showing through her every tiny movement as she entered the lounge, wearing her more modest uniform, the swell of her chest covered, her sleeves long and her skirt falling to her calves.

"How... How did it go?" she asked gently, noting him as he sat at the kitchen table, a glass in one hand, whiskey, neat.

"I lost." He said softly, his voice soft.

She swallowed and looked down, feeling her defeat mirror his own, upset as she moved to sit beside him.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." He said, distracted.

"I pushed you away..." She said, tears forming in her eyes, a single one tracing down her cheek, leaving a dark line of mascara.

He looked up to he, confused as to her reaction, then realised his mistake, turning in his seat to face her.

"No, Lucille I... I couldn't do it."

"Do... What, Luke?"

I couldn't bet this house. I couldn't bet you. The thought of losing you I... It wasn't worth the money."

A little colour touched her cheeks as she raised her hand, very delicately wiping away the tear, not caring in that instant for the line of spoiled makeup, "You... You lost money? Because you couldn't bear to be rid of me?"

He nodded.

"How much?"

He told her.

"...And a Rolls Royce. And my Lotus." He finished, a half smile touching his face.

She stared at him, eyes wide before, with soft words she replied, "Is... That how much I'm worth to you?"

He laughed little, "Ah, I didn't think of it like that, but, yeah, I guess so."

She bit her lip and stared across at him, her eyes shimmering, he eyed her and pursed his lips.

"What's with that look?"

She blinked, and swallowed, then leapt at him.

"Whoa! Hey, I-Mm, mm..."

With her arms wrapped tight around his chest, hands splayed out on his back she pressed her lips close to his, all thought of loss banished from her mind as they embraced kissing desperately at one another.

His hands were quick to her waist, weeks of tension melting away in a single wonderful moment, sparking something new deep within the two of them, no longer were they playing a game of cat and mouse, they were living the dream.

He squeezed her tighter to him as he moved to stand, her head tilting forward, leaning down a little into the kiss which quickly intensified, deep and loving, hungry and desperate for one another's touch.

He all but stumbled backwards as she stepped forward, inching him towards the lounge, her hands pulling at his shirt collar as she guided him.

In their rush, however, she misjudged her footing and felt him stop suddenly, the back of his knees to the arm of the opulent couch, with her weight leaning forward, her full breasts pressed to his chest, the fall was inevitable.

He gasped in surprise, the kiss breaking as they fell entwined, stuck in a tangle of limbs, Lucille letting out the cutest of squeaks as they landed together in a heap.

Luke landed with the pillowy softness of the couch beneath him, and the impressive softness of Lucille's breasts on top, the two of them bursting into laughter as, for a moment they tried to untangle themselves from one another, but instead lay settled, laughing and hugging, her head by his, her warm breath against his cheek as she nuzzled him, the both of them just so beautifully happy.

"I can't believe you did that for me." She said softly, holding him close, one of his arms wrapped gently around her waist, embracing her.

He grinned a little bit, "Me neither, but I did."

She leaned up over him, hands moving to support herself as she again kissed him, needing to feel his lips against the fullness of her perfect ruby lips.

After a long moment, she broke the kiss, leaning up and blushing, a few loose strands of hair falling down to frame her face.

"S-so um..." she bit her lip, her blush deepening as she stared down into his eyes, "Can we, you know, fuck now?"

He felt his heart flutter at the thought, remembering all he had seen and felt of her so far, his mind racing with thoughts of the two of them intertwined, he saw her in his mind, pressed down into the mattress, her arms outstretched, her ass raised, his cock inside her, her moans and, just for a moment, he felt a pang of guilt.

A top of him he had the most beautiful, kind, loving woman in the world and he had almost thrown her away.

"Luke?" She prompted, biting her lip, a little anxiety in her gaze at his silence.

He smiled reassuringly and nodded a little, "Yes, but..."

"But?" she asked, blinking down at him, her expression an interesting mix of lust and concern.

"But," he swallowed a little, he was unsure about this, but somehow it felt right, "But I want you to go first?"

"R-really?" she asked, her voice quavering with a sudden rush of excitement and when he nodded, a smile on his own lips she let out a genuine squeal of excitement, holding him tight.

If his penance for almost letting this perfect woman down was to spend half an hour making her feel as good as she deserved, so be it.

She scrambled off of him in a flurry of movement and pulled him to his feet, giggling as she started to pull him by his hand through the house, she kept glancing back at him as they darted upstairs, making a distinct line straight for her room.

As they entered he cast his gaze around her room, it being pretty much the only one that wasn't kept spotless, her clothes, outfits and personal effects scattered messily on every flat surface to the point it was hard to distinguish whether her floor was carpet or hardwood.

She let go and he stood there, only a little awkwardly as she knelt on the edge of her bed, tossing items off of it to clear it for them, out of interest he glanced down and used his foot to nudge aside a sizable bra.

"Huh. You've got carpet."

Kneeling on the now clear bed she turned to face him, tilting her head curiously as she lifted her skirt, displaying her perfectly smooth mound, and balls, "No! I keep myself smooth!"

He blushed and opened his mouth to explain, but her hand snaked out and grabbed his collar, pulling him forward and onto the bed, where he quickly found her hands rolling him onto his back, her lips at his, stifling any comment he might've made as her fingers began to nimbly undo the buttons of his shirt.

He moaned into the kiss as his hands moved to her, returning the favour as he began to strip her of her more modest garb, her eagerness increasing as her covered skin was revealed to the cool air of the room, their bodies pressing against one another, at first fabric against fabric, eventually skin to skin, both smooth.

"L-lemme just get some stuff." She panted a little, shuffling off the bed. Luke, breathing keenly, leaning himself up on his elbows, he noticed that in their passion they'd almost entirely both undressed, only one sock on his left foot left remaining.

He watched her as she moved around the room, his eyes widening as he saw her in all her glory. She worked her way around her room and he marveled at her size, tall and lean but buxom, her heavy bare breasts bouncing, nipples hard and full, but it was her cock that drew his eye, their fooling around, undressing and making out along with the promise of what was to come had left her with an unmissable hardon. Her cock was long and thick, curved upwards slightly and bobbing with each step as she made her way around the room.

He watched, teasing off his last sock, his own, more average sized cock hard too between his thighs as she collected a rubber ring which she stretched around the base of her cock, a smirk on her face as she did, moving on to dig a small item out of her clothing, an mp3 player which she plugged into some speakers and set to playing some quite loud bouncy tunes, finally moving to grab a small bottle and dimming the lights as she moved back to the bed, grinning hungrily.

The tight ring at the base of her cock serving to make it seem even harder, the veins up her pulsing length standing out prominently in the dim light.

As she crawled towards him, setting the little bottle of, he assumed and hoped, lube aside, she hesitated, smirking and pausing with her head above his cock.

With a playful expression she dipped her head down, kissing the tip of his cock, with her full lips the slow roll of pleasure it brought instantly relaxed him, it was only then that he realised just how tense he had become after seeing her cock, not that that was especially surprising, her size was threatening to say the least.

"Relax lover, trust me." she smiled and once again kissed the tip of his cock, leaning down to take it briefly between her lips, her tongue swirling around it, causing him to arch his back.

He relaxed more, letting the softness of the bed embrace him as he moaned out gently, her lips travelling further down over his cock as she began to suck, leaning against the bed on one shoulder as her hands worked at something.

As her lips rolled up and down his cock, the music bouncing around the dim room muting the sounds of his moans, the wetness of her mouth as she tongued his cock feeling wonderful, he felt a finger, warm but slippery urge between his cheeks, curving until the tip found and pressed against his virgin hole.

He bit his lip and almost tensed but a timely swirl of her tongue all but forced him to relax to her desires, his hands gripping the sheet as she rubbed the wet substance against his role, moving back and forth a couple of times to apply more and more of the stuff until she judged it to be suitably prepared.

As she pressed down, taking his cock into her throat her finger pressed up into his hole, the ring tight and slick around her probing finger, letting it slowly sink into the welcoming heat of her new lover.

He gasped and squeezed down on her finger, but she was persistent, slowly working it in and out of his ass, getting him used to the new sensations that pervaded his body, an odd and unique tingling around his sensitive ring making him squirm as she picked up her pace.

The tingling sensation mounted inside of him and he found himself squirming and writhing more and more, the pleasure inside of him mounting, his voice coming out ragged and needy, "A-ah, what, what did you use on me!"

She drew her lips up his cock until the ruby wet tip popped free, grinning up at him eagerly, her expression punctuated by a particularly deep push of her finger, "Just lube-ish!"

"I-ish?" he asked, wriggling down against her probing finger.

"Well..." she looked up at him, a glint in her eyes, "It'll also help your cute ass relax a little, you know, for what's to come."

"L-like a numbing agent?" he asked as she withdrew her finger, giving his cock a kiss before, with surprising strength, she flipped him over onto his stomach, making him stretch out beneath her like a cat as she crawled up his body, her cock, hot and hard as steel pressing against his soft cheeks.