Disclaimers and Author's Notes:

Disclaimers:
I do not own anything. All rights belong to R.A. Dick (Josephine Leslie)and 20thCentury Fox.

Author's Notes:

Hey, I haven't done one of these for a while and needed to do something short, so I came back to this. This is a counterpart to the Butler; not the most original idea but they still have their fun. You know the premise so if you're here I hope you enjoy the story.

These are short stories wrapped around playful sexual situations between Carolyn and the Captain. In these stories they are an adult couple committed to each other and think of themselves as married. In any healthy adult relationship there is an element of play. Let them have their fun, they certainly deserve it.

At this point I feel compelled to issue a disclaimer: If you don't like the subject matter, then please don't read the story.

Reviews are most welcome. I am happy to receive any and all reviews and encourage them. Thanks for reading.

The French Maid

Fantasy Series – Part 5

By Dark Poltergeist

The house was quiet, it was mid-afternoon and everyone was gone for the day except for Carolyn Muir, and he had delicious plans for her. They had discussed what to do next and he was looking forward to their next scenario with great anticipation. Mid-afternoon was not their preferred time of day but they had learned to take advantage of whatever free time presented itself to them. With two growing children, a dog, and a housekeeper, times when the house was empty was to be treasured.

It had been several weeks since they could give in to one of their fantasies, so they were both looking forward to their break from the norm.

Oh, he could hardly wait, his stint as a Butler was enjoyable but this was almost more than he could stand. He rubbed his hands together eagerly, and took a breath, collecting himself. His physical body was already on edge, his imagination of Carolyn as she would appear far too stimulating to his earthly senses and he tried to suppress his already firm expectations.

"Where is that blasted maid?" he said in a loud voice but no one appeared. "Damn it all, when I call I expect the help to show up!"

Nothing.

"Blast it all! I need service!" he bellowed.

There was a small rustle of noise and a scurrying sound and Carolyn as the maid, appeared before him, tray of food held in front of her. She was dressed, if you could call it that, in something he was sure that a maid would never be truly dressed in. It was the French maid costume of his dreams A strapless black corset that clung to her like nothing he had ever seen, the corset was edged with white lace that barely served to disguise the shortness of the attached skirt. The lace ended mid-thigh, and just below her knees were the fishnet stockings which ran the length of her shapely leg. And those feet that he loved so much were cased in black heels that gave her more height and added even more shape to her lovely calves.

He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, well aware of the hard desire within his trousers.

"My apologies for being late, Mr. Gregg," she said in a quiet voice as she set the tray on the table before him and took a step back.

"You should have been here sooner. I have no patience for someone that cannot perform their job," he said, and with a sweeping gesture threw the tray and all of its contents off the table.

"Yes, Mr. Gregg," she said in a timid voice, her eyes downcast.

"You need to be reprimanded."

"Yes, Mr. Gregg."

"And how shall I do that?"

"That is up to you, sir," her eyes met his for a moment and he saw the desire there.

He stalked over to her then and pulled her into his embrace in one swift motion, and pinning her against the wall, began to kiss her roughly.

"What in the hell was that noise?" Martha complained as she entered the kitchen.

The two of them froze, Carolyn eyes widened at Martha's unexpected appearance, and embarrassed, hid under the cover of Daniel's chest.

"Don't you dare disappear!" She hissed.

"I'm not turning around either, that blasted woman has the most atrocious timing I've ever seen!"

"Well, at least we're dressed this time," she giggled against his chest and heard him chuckle in response.

Martha surveyed the mess in the kitchen, the Captain looming over his employer, and Carolyn's promiscuous costume that was almost there and gave them both an exaggerated eye roll.

"I knew it was only a matter of time until something popped up between the two of you again," Martha chuckled at her choice of words.

The Captain's eyes narrowed and he grimaced, causing Carolyn to laugh against him again. After a moment she pulled her face away and looked into his eyes of burning blue as she slowly ran her hand along the length of him and he groaned quietly.

"So I didn't see anything and I am leaving the house. This time it won't cost you anything as I know it's been a long time since you…played. But you have to clean up the mess before I get back." She laughed as she walked to the door. "It's been a long time since the kitchen had a good cleaning, I'm sure it can use it."

"Did we just get volunteered to clean up the kitchen?" Carolyn blinked up at the Captain as she straightened up again.

"I'm afraid so," he stared after the front door in dismay.

"Never mind, where were we?" She asked, and gently ran her fingertips along the outline of his jaw.

"Here, we were here," he said in a husky voice and bent his head to kiss her.

His lips grazed hers and after a moment his mouth opened hers demanding entrance. She opened to him willingly, acknowledging his hunger with her own. They tasted each other, relishing the feel of tongues meeting and intertwining, as though they themselves were mating.

They broke for air, and pressed tightly against her, she could not help but grind herself against him. He groaned and pushed against her even as he sought to control himself.

"Carolyn, my love," he whispered.

"Yes, my lord," she said attempting to remain in character.

"Oh, yes, that." He straightened up. "Turn around," he instructed and she followed his orders. With careful hands he began to unlace her corset, gently peeling it down so it rested just under her breasts. Then he turned her around again and began to lick and nibble his way in a trail that led to her breasts. With his eyes meeting hers, he began to lick her nipples, teasing them until they stood out. She gasped and ran her hands through his hair as he began to suckle them.

"Oh, Daniel," she moaned.

"I thought you wanted to be in character," he murmured.

"Not anymore, I just want you," she said in a sultry voice.

He reached for the Corset and removed it, leaving her in a pair of black laced skimpy panties, fish net stocking and heels. She saw him take a deep breath and he bent down to remove her shoes, and then her lace stockings, one at a time, kissing each bit of flesh as he slowly, lanquidly removed them. Then he removed the panties, letting them slide down so that they fell around one of her ankles. And slowly, ever so slowly, he bent down, and buried his face in her, tasting her, arousing her with his tongue and mouth in ways that only he could do. He was all but supporting her as thrashed against the cupboard, his tongue and mouth causing her to cry out in joy as waves of pleasure overcame her and she moaned his name. When she came back to herself, she looked at him with appreciative eyes and he nodded, standing once again. He kissed her with a heat that seared her lips as she tasted herself on him, and pulled against his jacket until she had that and his shirt off of him. Then she rubbed the front of his trousers, appreciating his response to her.

"Now I want you," he said in that sexy voice that sent shivers through her.

"As you wish," she whispered in his ear as she watched him remove his trousers.

"You take off the boxers."

She nodded and with more haste than she wanted to admit to, they were off him. She pressed herself against him and felt his impressive erection.

"Over there," he pointed at the table.

She gave him a questioning glance, but complied and sauntered over to the table.

"Lie back on the table, wrap your legs around me."

She did as he asked and knowing that she was still wet, he pulled her to him and was inside of her with a single thrust. He gave her a moment to adjust and when she sighed he knew she was ready for him. He began to move within her, and they achieved a well-established rhythm, one of intimate knowledge of the other. His thrusts were hard, needy, and she urged him on feeling herself close. With a final cry she shuddered, her inner walls closing around him. Within moments, after a few more thrusts, he cried out her name as if there was no one else on earth, no one else in the world that could hear him, that could desire him the way that she did.

He lie over her, partially collapsed from his exertions, and withdrew as she removed her legs and released him. He helped her to a standing position and pulled her close, kissing her forehead and murmuring small words of love.

"My God, Daniel!"

"Oh, my love, this gets better and better. As do you," he lowered his eyes and gave her his best come hither look.

"Oh no, once is all we have time for. The kids will be back, Martha will be back, and we still have to clean up the kitchen." She gave him an impish grin and giggled. "In fact we really have to clean up the kitchen now. Should we tell Martha just how messy things really got?"

"Absolutely not! She can imagine what she will but we will not confirm anything. Let her believe we did the proper thing and went upstairs to the bedroom."

"But I so like improper things with you."

"As do I, my love. And only using them on occasion does tend to add…spice just as you had suggested."

"I thought you might like…playing once you accepted the idea. But we have to clean up, get dressed, and then clean up several places in the kitchen."

"Yes, but that will go much faster with your own personal ghost."

"What can we do about Martha though?" Carolyn frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that she has an uncanny sense about us and always seems to walk in on us when…well…you know."

"When we are almost in the throes of passion, or have just finished passion? Yes, that is incredibly unfortunate."

"What can we do?"

"I don't know that there is anything to do, but it could be worse. I mean at least Martha is an adult and accepts us for what we are. It's true she blackmails us, in a sense, but she also holds her tongue." Daniel paused and gave her a look of acceptance. "As I said, it could be worse, it could be Claymore."

"Oh my God, how awful would that be?" Carolyn covered her mouth and giggled. "It would almost be worth it though."

"Yes, almost." He agreed with a silly grin. "The shock value itself would be quite humorous."

"Okay, enough. Race you upstairs," she said and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

When will she ever learn, he thought as he made to disappear.

"And no cheating, no teleporting," she yelled.

Too late, he would simply pretend that he hadn't heard her. With a smile on his face, he disappeared to meet her in the upstairs bathroom.