Chapter
One
Thorne
The night wraps around me like a shroud, heavy and suffocating as I prepare to drift into a world where shadows twist and the air is thick with unspoken desires. I lay sprawled in my bed, the silk sheets a stark contrast to the turmoil simmering within me as I wait for the dreams to come.
They always do. No matter what I try, there's no respite from them, and I know I'll wake up exhausted, slicked in sweat, and bearing an ache so deep, even jacking off in the shower tomorrow morning won't assuage the craving.
The moment sleep takes me, I’m no longer a billionaire, cloaked in wealth and power; I’m a lurker in the corners of my mind, where my darkest fantasies weave their magic.
Tonight, like every night, she appears before me, a vision dressed in a simple, starched maid’s uniform that clings to her body in all the right places, accentuating curves that demand to be worshipped. Perfection embodied in submission.
The theme is a recurring one, like my subconscious demands to be served.
Her dark hair sweeps down her back, cascading in waves that beckon me to tangle my fingers through it. To pull. To use it as a leash. To make her yield to my will.
I can smell the faint fragrance of lavender mixed with something intoxicatingly raw, and it pulls me deeper into this abyss of forbidden desires.
In my dreams, I am not the master I crave to be, but rather the puppet dancing to the strings of my depravity. A hostage to the obscenities my subconscious mind conjures.
Tonight, she glides through the vast, shadow-laden rooms of my penthouse, her footsteps deliberate and graceful. Each soft sound echoes, punctuating the silent invitation she offers. I follow her, drawn by an undeniable magnetism, a dangerous blur of lust and power that clouds my judgment.
“Sir…” Her voice is a sultry melody that curls around me like a lover’s caress. It sends electric shivers racing down my spine. She knows my desires, knows how to break me down before building me back into something… more primal.
Just as I know how to break her.
I watch as she picks up a feather duster, the innocent tool transforming in her hands as she twirls it playfully, teasing me. “Would you like me to clean, sir?” she asks, her eyes glinting with mischief yet holding a depth that promises gratification beyond mere pleasures. Her voice slips into a sultry purr as she steps closer, fingertips brushing my chest in a way that ignites a fire within me. “I’m so good at making things spotless… even your darkest corners.”
If only that were the truth.
I can feel the hunger radiating between us, a palpable tension that warms the cool air. Here and now, the suave billionaire is gone, and I'm no more than a vessel filled with lust and vice.
My breath quickens, and I wonder how far I’m willing to go, what price I’m willing to pay as she beckons me deeper into mydarkness, heedlessly throwing open the doors which will free the beast inside me and allow him to come out and play.
The dream morphs. This is my territory now, and I stalk towards her, all traces of playfulness gone from her expression as I grasp that long, luscious hair and use it to subjugate her to my will.
Her eyes fly wide open as my grip tightens brutally. The playful spark vanishes, and in its place is a mixture of fear and apprehension that drives a thrill through me.
Yanking downward, I force her to her knees with a satisfying thud and a surprised cry.
Her magnificent chest heaves, her breath coming in quick gasps, making the starched uniform strain deliciously against her curves. The scent of her perfume mingled with her fear-tinged sweat is intoxicating.
"Clean?" I ask, my voice rough with lust. "Nothing is clean in here; there’s only filth and debasement. Clean? No. I think you need to be taught a lesson in true service."
I trace my free hand along her jaw, my fingers trailing down her milky throat. Tightening my hand around her neck, I feel her pulse quicken beneath the savage grip as her breath stutters, and the beast inside me roars its approval, demanding more. Craving to break her, to remake her in the image of my darkest fantasies.
And I will.
I can’t stop the low growl that reverberates in my chest as I drink in the sight of her trembling form. My lovely little maid's eyes are wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation that sparks a thrill of forbidden pleasure.
"You think you can tease me and get away with it?" I ask, my voice a dangerous rumble. “A lesson is required, I believe.”
Letting go of her hair, I grasp the front of her uniform, bunching the starched fabric in my fist. In one swift motion, it tears it open, the buttons scattering across the floor. The rippingsound echoes in the dimly lit room, mixing with her startled gasp.
Her breasts spill free, pale and perfect, just waiting for me to mark them, and my mouth dries, desire coiling hot and tight in my belly.
Reaching down to cup one breast, I squeeze hard enough to make her whimper before brushing my thumb over her nipple and feeling it harden under my touch.
