"(Y/N)... Wake up, (Y/N)..." Sting's voice slowly dragged me out of my slumber and I glared at him.

"Go away," I growled. "Let me sleep."

"Ooh, feisty." He laughed. "It's morning."

I glanced at the clock. 12... am... "12 IN THE FUCKING MORNING?!" I yelled. "We only went to sleep about 3 hours ago! I need my beauty sleep!"

"You still look pretty anyway."

"Sh-Shut up..." I blushed and turned away. "You're not forgiven. Flattery won't get you anywhere."

"I bet something else could," he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me upright.

"I highly doubt that!" We could both tell I was lying. I frowned at him and shook out of his grasp. "I'm going to go have a bath."

Not bothering to cover myself up, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. This is pretty big for a bathroom...

I started running the bath and sat on the floor, waiting for it to fill. I went into the cupboard and dug out some bubble bath and poured some in.

After a few minutes it filled fully and I turned the tap off. I slid in quietly and let the water flow over my body. I sighed and let myself sink deeper into the bath and my eyes closed.

I thought it was just my imagination when I heard it. "(Y/N)..." So I ignored it. And there it was again. "Hey, (Y/N)..."

I lifted my head out of the bath and opened my eyes. "Ahhh!" I yelped, seeing Sting standing over me, stark naked. "Wh-What are you doing in here?"

"It's my turn," he said, smirking. He hopped in the bath and peered at me. "Mmm, I'm really gonna enjoy having you at my mercy again. And you're beginning to look rather red. Are you embarrased, or-"

"Isn't this my 'me-time'?" I shout, although not very angry at him. "Geez..."

He raised his hands in a gesture of innocence, his muscles rippling. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself. Anyway, although it would be very enjoyable to have sex with you in the bath, I have an idea that I want to do right now." I glared at him. "My turn, (Y/N). Remember that."

"Fine," I huffed and got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around me. "Come on, then."

As I walked out, I rubbed the towel along my wet skin, drying it off. I stopped short as I saw what was laying on the bed.

"Wh-What is that there for?" It was a maid costume. I spun around to see Sting smirking at me.

"Put it on." He had his arms crossed, standing there in his naked beauty.

"But-" I remembered it was his turn and I pouted and threw the towel to him. "Fine. Dry yourself off."

I picked up the maid costume and started to pull it on, not bothering to put underwear on. "Woah, woah. There's more," he called out. I turned around. He had the towel wrapped around his waist.

"Huh?"

"Look on the bed again."

I realized I had missed both a pair of stockings and a plate. I turned around again to raise my eyebrow at him. How the hell did I miss a plate... "Go on," he prompted. "Put them on."

"What, the plate too?"

"No, just the stockings, you dummy."

I frown and pull the stockings on. "This is some weird fetish," I mumbled. He laughed.

"Yeah, but I'm sure you'll like it." He turned around and walked into the kitchen. "Actually, I'm sure I'll like it. Not too sure about you."

"Joy." I pull the dress on, careful not to rip the stockings. "Please tell me this is just a legitamite maid costume and not some sex costume."

"Heh... I won't say anything then."

"Ugh! You're so sick!" I threw my maid hat at him, and he laughed and threw it back.

"You have to put that on," Sting turned and went into the fridge.

Grr... I grudgingly put the maid hat on and examined myself in the mirror. That was when I noticed it. E-Eek!

It has a huge zipper from my belly button which ran down past my womanhood and around to the place where my back turned into my bottom. It exposed way too much cleavage and was a little bit too much on the short side. There was a smaller zipper that ran through the middle of my cleavage down to the place where my ribs meet. Zippers... Zippers everywhere.

Sting turned back with a bunch of grapes in his hand. He put them on the plate and then handed the plate to me. What the hell does he have in mind?! This is weird...! He pulled a chair over and sat it against the wall. "Alright." Sting sat down, the towel still wrapped around his waist. I could see a tent in the fabric and I realized this was all for his pleasure. Shoulda known... "Feed me."

"Huh?!" I exclaimed. "Do I look like a slave to you?" I reconsidered. "Don't answer that."

He patted his lap, gesturing for me to sit. I cautiously sat down facing him and held a grape towards him. He stopped. "Wait. I have a few rules."

Oh god no. "What?"

"One, you must call me Master. Two, you have to obey my every command, no matter how weird it is. And three, if you argue with me, I get to spank you as hard as I want. Got it?"

"Got it..." I wanted to protest but getting hit on the ass didn't sound very good at the time. "Now, open wide."

"Aah," he opened his mouth and I popped a grape in. He smirked and ate it, opening his mouth for another.

We continued that pattern for a while until the grapes were nearly gone. As I put my hand on the plate to get another, he stopped me. "Wait. Put that on the bed, and go into the drawer. There are two ropes laying on the top. Fetch them."

"Yes..." I stood and walked to the drawer, putting the plate on the bed.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Master," I sighed. I pulled out the two ropes and walked back to him. "What do you need with them?"

"You'll see," he said. A look of superiority came over his face. "Kneel."

I reluctantly got on my knees. "Now," he continued, "repeat after me. I, (Y/N), pledge myself to Sting Eucliffe. I promise to stay by his side forever, and I pledge to give myself to none other than him. I will keep this oath to death."

Oh great, this is like marriage vows. I repeated what he told me and he smirked. "Good. Now you're bound to me for life."

"Fun," I commented somewhat sarcastically. Sting raised an eyebrow at me.

"Careful, or I might spank you."

I frowned at him and got to my feet. "Now, what?"

"Now," Sting's face went serious. "I want you to come and sit on my lap again."

"That's it?" I asked, sitting in the same position I was in before.

"No." He leant to the side and grabbed the ropes from underneath his chair. "Put your hands on the chair."

I did as he asked, placing my hands on the top of the back piece of the chair. He tied my hands to them tightly, restricting any movements of my upper body.

"Hmm..." He looked me up and down, tracing his fingers along the zip that went down my cleavage. "I think..." He unzipped it, plunging his hands inside to grope my breasts. I bit my lip and my eyes squeezed shut. "S-Sting..." I breathed, letting my head fall back.

He merely grunted, engrossed with my breasts. "Have I told you how lucky I am to have you? And how lucky you are to have me?"

"Arrogant as always, I see."

"Is that backchat? You'd better be careful, or there's going to be a lot of spanking going on." He stopped. "Actually, there is anyway."

I sighed and let him unzip the rest of the front part. It fell away to just about half my shoulders and hung there loosely. Sting hesitated a moment, staring at my chest and making me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I thought he was just going to ogle me for an age. Then he suddenly plunged his face into my cleavage.

"K-Kyaa!" I cried out in surprise. "Sting, stop that!"

"That's Master to you," he mumbled.

"Fine then. Master, stop that!"

"No." He lazily drew his tongue over my breast, and my face- no, my whole body burned. I couldn't supress the wanton moan that escaped my lips and he smirked, not stopping.

"You can't deny that you're enjoying this, my dear (Y/N)." Sting murmured. He slid his hands inside what remained of the dress and he placed his warm, calloused hands on my ass, gripping it relentlessly. He was making it perfectly clear that he had complete control.

His erection prodded my inner thigh and it was driving me insane. I wanted him now, and his teasing was increasing my impatience.

I groaned. "Sting... Please..." My throat was dry.

"Please what?" He pulled away from my breasts and stared into my eyes, the left side of his lip raised in a teasing smirk. "And you're supposed to call mr something else, remember?"

"M-Master... Please just get to the point..." I pleaded, all efforts to hang onto my pride going out the window. He pulled his hands away from my ass and worked on getting rid of the rest of the dress.

"Fine. You owe me." He told me, and I nodded. "Raise your hips a little." I did as he asked and he let the towel that was previously covering his hips slide to the ground. He pulled the fabric covering my entrance back, exposing me completely. I gulped and prepared myself for him.

"I still can't get over... well, that." I gestured with my head to his erection. I bit my lip and pulled gently at the ropes binding my hands, wishing they were free so I could run my fingers through his hair, over his muscles.

Sting gave me an irritatingly smug grin. "Of course."

With his hands he pulled my hips down and he entered me. I gasped and felt the familiar explosion of pleasure expand from my core. Although I had felt it many times before from Sting, every time was so different. I exhaled with a soft moan.

Sting growled my name through his teeth, and he was shaking slightly. "Gods... I want to- Ugh, nevermind..."

I was physically unable to reply, so I did what my body told me to. I lifted my hips up and with all the force I could muster slammed them back down again. He gasped and his hands flew to my hips. "You're asking for it, woman."

I moaned as the closest thing I could get to reply. The tension was killing me, and if looks could kill then his lust filled blue gaze would have had me six feet under hours ago.

Sting leant forward and put his lips close to my ear. "What do you want, (Y/N)?" His voice was low and husky, and filled with hunger. It sent hot shivers down my spine and I tried desperately to move but his hands were too strong.

"Nghh... S-Sting, don't you want me to move?" I said, my voice shaking. My insides were curling even though there was no movement.

"All in good time," he whispered. "Seeing you in this state is truly amazing. Let me bask in it for a little longer." A frustrated groan escaped my lips.

"Getting impatient, hmm?" He pulled away and raised an eyebrow. I tried as hard as I could to set a hard face, but he saw through it and smirked. Uh oh... He knew my biggest weakness when it came to frustration.

"You know what I wanna do?" Sting put his lips up to my ear again. "I want to strip you completely of this maid uniform so I can see all of you. Then I would explore every little place in you, find out what makes you scream. Then I would-"

"P-Please!" I cried, thrashing against my restraints. He sighed and pulled away again, releasing my hips.

"Alright. I want you bad enough already, and I'm getting a little impatient." Sting grasped the windowsill to make sure we didn't fall over. I took a shaky breath and rolled my hips.

My back arched and my body went rigid. "Ahh!" I exclaimed.

"Do it again." Sting commanded. I could hear the need in his voice and he surely didn't need to say it twice.

I lifted my hips and with the force I could muster slammed them back down again. I cried out, clutching at nothing with my bound hands. I couldn't stop, the feeling was intoxicating. I repeated the action over and over.

Sting groaned and threw his head back. "Gods, (Y/N)...!"

"Ahhn!" I squeezed my eyes shut as indescribable pleasure arced through my body like lightning, electrifying every place imaginable. "Sting!" He didn't seem to care I'd forgotton to call him 'Master', and neither did I.

A tight coil of ecstasy was building in my groin. I gathered all of the strength left in me and slammed my hips repeatedly down onto Sting's cock. He groaned and his hands turned white from gripping the windowsill too hard. I thought it would shatter.

My climax was dangerously close, and the tension inside of me was threatening to make me turn to jelly. But I couldn't stop. I screamed out, smashing my core down on his manhood with all of my force. Then I felt my body shatter as I fell off the edge.

My body went as rigid as a board and as my entrance tightened around him, I pulled him over the edge with me. He groaned and his hands flew from the windowsill and he grasped my face, pulling me into a kiss searing with unimaginable heat and passion. I could barelt react. Our orgasm was like a drug, and I was addicted. I screamed in pure ecstasy and my body turned to jelly in his hands.

I melted into Sting's embrace, and finally could manage kissing him back. With gentle hands he released my hands from the ropes and stripped me completely of the god-forsaken maid costume. I sighed in relief and wrapped my arms around him.

"Gods, I love you." He mumbled into the kiss. I mumbled as a reply and squeezed him harder.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled away. I stood up, grasping his hand. He looked into my eyes with slightly weary but challenging eyes. "Well, (Y/N)? It's your turn..."

A thousand apologies for being so late! I have a lot going on in my life, and to be honest this story is something I'm writing a few paragraphs of every two days or something. But, as compensation, this chapter turned out long.

I would like suggestions on what kinky thing Reader should do for her turn... Please, some help would be much appreciated!