There was a knock at the door. He got up to answer it.

Standing in the doorway was just who he’d figured it was. Melanie Taylor. All 5’7” and 120 pounds of her. She had a duffel bag in one hand. Curves for days. Midriff currently exposed, smooth and flat and achingly sexy.

She was wearing a white tank top and was clearly not wearing a bra. Her black leggings accentuated her well-rounded ass. Perfect.

“Come in and give me the bag.”

He savored the slight bounce of her impressively large, firm tits as she stepped inside. Each was the size of a small watermelon, huge, jiggling enticingly. He felt her eyes on him as he watched.

“You don’t speak unless spoken to. If you’re done with everything you need to do, you’re to come kneel by me, until I dismiss you. If you have something you’d like to say – something IMPORTANT – you’re to come stand by me. If it’s a matter of life and death, you may say ‘Sir.’ You know what’s at stake. Do you need a reminder?”

Her eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. “No.”

“Good. Go check out the kitchen and write a shopping list. I need breakfast and dinner every day. No allergies or dietary restrictions. Mix it up, different shit, from scratch, no dessert. Cup of black coffee every morning. I better not run out of any clothes because you haven’t done the laundry. Keep the place clean.”

He put the bag down on the coffee table and started to go through it. Looking up, he asked, “Is your cunt always wet or does it need to get warmed up?”

She glared at him. “It, uh, it’s, uh ... always wet.”

“Good. Now get to it! And take those leggings off.”

He watched with a growing erection as she turned around and began to walk away, then stopped and paused, hesitating. Then, more hesitation as she began to pull down her leggings. Half-way down her thighs she seemed to reach a place of reluctant acceptance and smoothly pulled them off the rest of the way.

He followed her into the kitchen, reaching out to give her ass a hard smack.

“Mmm...” he said out loud.

She startled but regained her composure and continued into the kitchen. He stood silently in the doorway, hands in his pockets, as he watched her begin to take stock. She opened drawers until she found a notebook, then looked back at him. She looked like she was about to ask a question, but then thought better of it.

She walked over and stood facing him. She seemed to have trouble deciding what to do with her arms, but eventually settled for holding them semi-steadily at her sides.

After several moments, he spat a “What?” into her face.

“Uh, do you want me to use the notebook for the list?”

He grabbed her black hair with his left hand and held her head steady while he slapped it with his right. She grimaced as she realized what was happening and grit her teeth, taking the slap without making a noise.

“That was a stupid fucking question. Don’t bother me with stupid questions.” He put his hand over her face and shoved her back into the kitchen. She stumbled backwards into the sink, steadied herself, and then looked from him to the notebook. She went back to work quickly.

Familiar territory for her, he thought. Delicious.

He watched her work for about ten more minutes, checking for food, cooking implements, and cookbooks and writing a list of ingredients as she went. His erection throbbed and he savored the moment.

Eventually, though, the ache in his groin grew too much. He adjusted his erection in his pants and walked up behind her. He saw her stiffen as he approached and had to suppress a groan of excitement.

Running his hand along her ass and around to her waist, he leaned in to smell her hair. It was floral, pleasant. “That’s nice. Keep the hair routine.” He ran his nose down the side of her neck, inhaling as he went. She shivered, and he slipped his left hand around to her flat stomach and ground her against his hard cock. He bit her neck, hard; Melanie cried out and he clamped his right hand over her mouth. Biting down harder, he leaned forward and shoved her against the counter.

“Fuck, are you gonna be fun!” he said with a grin as he let her go and stood up straight. “Now get on your knees.” He grabbed her by the hair, close to her scalp, and forced her down to her knees, not waiting for her to comply. “You know the drill, slut. No teeth!”