Darien arrived home, and Serena looked beyond tempting in a maid costume. It was incredibly sexy all over, but his eyes were glued to her breasts. They were enormous normally, but the push-up corset part of her costume made them into a very sexy shelf. He wondered if he could balance a drink on her breasts.

She indicated a seat for him and smiled, "Welcome, Master, to Serena's Maid Cafe. What would be your pleasure today?"

He set down his school bag, removed his shoes, and replied, "A private room based on how gorgeous you are."

She smiled brightly at him. "Whatever Master wants, Master gets. Would this seat work for you? It's our VIP room."

"Perfect." He sat down smiling, loosened his tie and undid the top button on his shirt. "I could really go for a cup of coffee."

"Of course, as you wish, Master."

Everyone knew Serena was a terrible cook. He really didn't care. But because of that fact, it made it all the more special to him that she made the perfect cup of coffee. She used to love to watch him make coffee in the morning before he headed to classes. It was a sweet, quiet time for them, and it touched him because he knew she woke up to see him off. After that, she went right back to bed. Then one morning, after he got out of the shower, he smelled coffee. He cringed. He knew he would do his best to drink her coffee and then head to the arcade before school. If he rushed, he'd have time. When she handed him a mug, he tried not to flinch when he tasted it. She laughed hysterically when his face quickly morphed into a shocked impression. The woman who was terrible in the kitchen made a fantastic cup of coffee. Something she didn't even drink. That fact touched his heart so much he'd fallen In love with her, even more, that day.

When she placed his coffee down in front of him, he held up one finger making a slow circling motion. "Spin for me. I want to get a good look at you, sweetheart."

He lifted his cup to his lips and sipped as he eyed her body. He was already hard and aching for her. He was really looking forward to the role play. He raked his eyes over her as she spun for him and set his cup down abruptly. "This won't do!"

She looked at him coyly, "You dislike something, Master?" She could tell by the look in his eyes he wanted her fiercely.

Licking his lips seductively, he confessed in a gravelly voice, one laced with desire, "While your breasts look perfect in that corset and I can even see your hard tits, the bottom half won't do."

"You don't like the black thigh highs or the heels I'm wearing?"

"Those are perfect. I particularly like the black bows on the front of your thigh highs." He raised his cup and brought it to his lips and took a sip. He then continued, "And while the lacy, very short skirt on this costume is thrilling, you're still not VIP approved."

"What's wrong?"

He smirked, "The panties."

She slowly reached down and pulled up her skirt just slightly, exposing her panties more, "You don't like the black lace?"

He caressed her bare thigh. "Please, don't get me wrong. They are sexy, but there is still a problem with them."

She looked at him questioningly, "What is it?"

He caressed her thigh and said, "I'm your Master right now, and I'll point out that you did give me this particular room. A private space so that you could better serve me and all of my desires, right?"

"Y-yes."

"Then why are you wearing panties at all?"

"What?"

He brought both his hands to her hips and slid them under her skirt and hooked his pointer finger in each side of her panties, and tugged down just a bit. "You shouldn't be wearing these at all."

"But this isn't that kind of-"

"Don't you want to satisfy me?" He asked, cutting her off. "I thought that was the point of this private room, and your smoking hot body. You aren't a tease, are you? I don't like a tease."

She placed one hand delicately on the table and shook her head. "I'm not a tease but that doesn't mean that…." He raised one sexy eyebrow at her making her trail off.

He tugged her panties down an inch. "This is a private room," he stressed this time. "Why put me in this room if you're not trying to give me the whole VIP treatment –to fulfill my desires and wants, that which I truly hunger for?"

She looked into his eyes and he was really relishing their game. She saw his darker side coming out to play, and she loved indulging it. He hid it for so long, even from her, that she felt special when he showed her all of him. After all, she had kinks that absolutely lined up with this side of him. They both knew she would give it to him willingly, but she liked making him work for it too.

"And you think I'm that kind of girl?"

He instantly scoffed. "You're no girl. You're all woman. Your body proves that."

He then tugged on her panties again, "How much to get you to let me take these off? I want to see more of you. I want to see your bare pussy peeking out at me as you serve me."

She raised one eyebrow at him. "If I let you take them off, you're going to push for more."

He snickered, "Smart woman. Let's just start with what I need to do to get your panties off."

"What are you offering?" She countered.

He licked his lips again and smiled up at her. "I'll pay to be able to put these in my pocket and take them home. I bet they smell like your sweet pussy."

"How much?" She pressed.

He pulled them down her legs, and she balanced against the hand resting on the table as she lifted each leg so he could remove them. He then brought them to his nose and inhaled her scent. "So perfect. I was right." He next slipped them into his pocket. "They smell so sweet."

She eyed him, "And what do I get in exchange for that?"

"Are you still feigning you didn't want me to pull those off of you? They were damp with your juices. You liked that. But since I offered money. I'll give you fifty dollars to keep those."

He then reached up and pinched her bare ass. "Where is the menu, Maid?"

"Master, I'll be right back with it and top off your coffee."

He loved watching her walk to the kitchen with her short skirt swaying and her bare rear end peeking out at him. She had the perfect butt.

He noticed as she retrieved the menu that all the fancy desserts she had were from his favorite boutique shop. She always complained that they worried about looks more than taste there. He countered that dark chocolate wasn't ever as sweet as milk chocolate. She then asked why he picked the gross chocolate then.

He smiled at the menu when he saw she had purchased all of his favorites. He was one hundred percent sure she had gotten milk chocolate for herself, and she had already eaten some.

Once he ordered his dessert, she took his menu. "Good choice, Master. I will be right back with your desserts."

He shook his head and said, "You forgot to ask if there was anything else I wanted."

"Was there something else you wanted from the menu, Master?"

She was looking down at him curiously; he smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Not on the menu, no." He then reached up and pinched her left nipple. "I find I'm hungry for more than just dessert, but you already knew that." His hand then smoothed out, and he grasped her plump breast. "I need to touch your voluptuous boobs. You have no idea what a raging need I have in me right now."

"Master, this isn't-"

He growled out slowly, "You are the Maid, and I'm the Master. Isn't that true?"

"Y-yes."

"Get me my dessert, and when you come back, think about that fact," he demanded.

She brought the desserts and set them in front of him on the table. He abruptly pulled her down into his lap with her back to him and grabbed her breast hard. "And have you thought about it?"

"This isn't-"

His other hand came up and grabbed her other breast too. "I love the feeling of your big boobs in my hands. Tell me, are you getting wet for me, Maid?"

"Whaaat?"

He chuckled into her ear as he had her back pressed against as she sat in his lap and he fisted her boobs. "All you had to say was, no. Stop playing innocent. You. Want. This."

His right hand slowly released her breast, and he slid a hot, heavy hand over her stomach, past her belly button, and further down, moving her short skirt out of the way and bringing to fingers to her wet very pussy. He stroked between her folds and began to massage her left breast with his hand still gripping her. "Your body tells the truth when your lips refuse." He then flicked her clit, and she sucked in a breath. "Your dripping wet pussy is so honest with me."

He then whispered into her ear, "Feed me one of those chocolates as I have my fun with you."

"Yes, Master." She then reached back and fed him a Bon-Bon.

He ate the chocolate as he fingered her clit, and she moaned. "I plan on making full use of the secluded VIP room you offered me. Now is the time to say, no if you mean it, my sexy Maid." What he heard from her lips was a heady moan, and he flicked at her clit. "I will take what I want from now on, and you will obey me. You had your chance to stop this. Thank goodness you didn't; I'm dying to have all of you. You can respond now with 'Yes, Master.'"

"Yes, Master."

Damn, did he love those words? Tonight he yearned to dominate her and have her submit to his every impulse. He wondered if she knew he had a hard day in class and then dismissed that thought. Of course she did. She probably heard it in his voice when he called her at lunch.

"Feed me another chocolate. The one with the cherry in the center. You know I love cherries." As she fed him, he thrust two fingers into her, and she gasped in pleasure. He then brought his thumb to her clit. "You know I love cherries, don't you?!"

"Yes! Master!" She moaned while he fingered her.

"Good. I thought you forgot the rules. Now…" he pulled down the cup completely on her corset that was barely covering her left breast. He then freed her right breast too with his left hand as his right hand continued to work her up. "You're everything I was hoping you were when I saw you. What a relief that you have a private room. I plan to make full use of it and you." He nipped at her neck and then licked it, and he stroked her breasts and played with her hard tits.

"Do you have any idea how badly I want you? Do you know the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you? I want to experience your body and leave you gasping for air. I want to give it to you so good you scream yourself hoarse."

"Yes, Master."

He smiled. "You know how to behave. Good."

He removed his hand from her breasts and placed his hand on her neck, gently pulling her back and having her rest her head on his shoulder. He left light pressure on her neck, and he began fucking her with his fingers and flicking her clit, working her up and leaving her breathless. She moaned loudly, and he expertly fingered her into a loud and powerful orgasm. He relished the feeling of her trembling around his finger still buried inside of her.

He eventually pulled out his fingers, and still with his hand on her neck, he sucked them into his mouth. When he pulled them out he whispered, "Now, you forgot to put that tasty delicacy on the menu. Next time, make sure you don't forget that one. It's my favorite."

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, strip and get me new coffee. This mug is cold." He helped her stand then locked eyes on her body as she removed her corset then her skirt seductively. She went to remove her thigh high black stockings and he shook his head. "Leave those on."

"Yes, Master."

She then took his coffee cup, poured it into the sink, and got him a fresh hot cup. "Here you go, Master," she said, bending forward, placing the cup in front of him. Her breasts dangled in his face. He didn't even hesitate. He sucked a nipple in his mouth and suckled. She moaned and rested one hand gently on his shoulder to keep her balance.

He released her nipple with a plop and picked up his coffee and took a sip. "Absolutely perfect."

She straightened up and said, "What else may I do for you, Master?" She gently tugged at his loosened tie.

He took another sip of his coffee, set it down, and replied. "Tell me. Do I fuck your hot body on this table, or is there a bed nearby? Because don't get me wrong. I will be fucking you."

"I-I live in an apartment above the cafe."

"Good. You'll take me up there so I can have my fun with you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

He pulled her down into his lap and squeezed her bare breasts. "I'm so glad I decided to stop in here for coffee. The moment I saw you…." He started nibbling behind her ear. "I'm loving every moment of the time we've spent together."

He then cupped his hands under he butt and urged her to get off his lap. "Lay back on the table and touch yourself. I want to watch as I finish my coffee."

"Yes, Master. Anything to please you."

He gave her a feral smile, "Now you're getting it."

She laid down, giving him an upfront view of her wet pussy and spread her legs as he sipped on his coffee. She then slowly stroked between her fold as his eyes drank her in.

"Such a perfect way to finish my coffee. Don't stop." He couldn't help himself. As he watched her he unzipped his pants, freeing his straining erection. He was rock hard and aching to be between the thighs she had spread for him.

She continued touching her pussy as she moaned. Soon she was sinking two of her delicate fingers into herself in the place where she wanted him to fill her up and feel the stretch of his massive cock.

As he sipped his coffee, trying to withstand the beautiful torture of watching her, he slid his left hand along her leg and stroked her. He kneaded the flesh of her thigh as he tried to hold onto a shred of his sanity. She drove him wild with her moans and sighs and the erotic show.

He set his cup down hard and he grabbed both of her thighs, roughly spreading her legs even further as he watched her finger herself. His mouth was salivating just looking at her sweet greedy pussy. He then pulled her hand away with his right one, pressed his face to her wet pussy, and began sucking on her. He thrust his tongue into her luscious pussy and fingered her clit. He quickly had her screaming out and arching her back. One of her hands was fisting his hair and holding him to her as she rode his face. The other was banging flat on the table as she screamed for more.

She absolutely soared into her orgasm screaming out in incoherent pleasure. As she was panting out for breath, he smirked at her from between her thighs and licked her sensitive clit as she twitched and moaned in pleasure. "I believe that just got me access to your pussy anytime I'm up for a fuck. By the way, I'm up for one right now."

"I don't think my legs work," she panted out. "Give me a minute."

He shook his head, stood, and lifted her off the table. "No. You say 'Yes, Master,' remember?"

"Y-yes, Master."

He smiled down at her and carried her to the bedroom. He set her on her feet facing the bed and then pressed down on her back between her shoulder blades. "Ass in the air, head on the bed. I'm going to fuck you from behind so hard, so deep, that you'll still be feeling me tomorrow."

He pulled off all his clothes while she mumbled, "Yes, Master," and quickly got into position. He then thrust his cock deep into her pussy pushing hard with his hips and slamming himself all the way inside of her. "Call. Me. Master. Again." He demanded.

"Master, please take me, Master. You're so big!"

He looked down at her butt and spanked each ass cheek and smiled when he saw two red hand prints. "Don't you dare forget who your Master is. I'm in charge and I get you." He began taking her hard. "Only I ever get to have you, get that?!"

"Yes! Yes, Master! I'm yours, all yours. Have me. Take me! Harder!"

He grabbed her hair, fisting it and slammed himself into her over and over again. "Tell me you like it rough!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Good. I thought you were a good girl, but you're naughty. You like it hard. You got off when I spanked you too, didn't you?!"

"Yes! Spank me again. Please, Master!"

He growled out and he took her. "I'm in charge, you don't tell me what to do!" He spanked her anyway. He loved her begging for it, and he wanted to feel the slap of her firm ass.

"Yes! Thank you, Master!"

He made sure her chest was pressed to the bed as he pounded into her sweet, tight pussy. "You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you!" A while later as he had sent a relentless pace he began flicking her clit. He felt his orgasm coming and he wants them both to go together. As he was about to cum he yelled, "Now! Cum for me, Maid!" She screamed out as her walls fluttered and he spilled himself into her and he leaned over her back, breathing hard.

They both collapsed onto the bed, and he painted out and didn't break character. "Trust me. I'm going to be a repeat customer. I'll be in the cafe every time you're working. I'll be working you so hard every damn time."

She smiled over at him and said, "I'll keep the VIP section open for you."

"I'm more interested in you keeping your legs open for me. You do make good coffee, but it's the fucking that you absolutely excel at. What do you say?"

"Yes, Master."

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms cuddling her. "I love you, Serena. That was so much fun."

"I like when you're a little rough around the edges and demanding."

"How your light doesn't shy from my darkness, I'll never understand, but I trust it."

She kissed his shoulder and giggled. "One day you'll realize how much I loved that and you'll indulge more often. If you only knew how hot it got me."

"I'm getting there, my love. And with you and your incredible love, it will be here quickly."

"Good. Now, can you take me again like I'm your Maid?"

He flipped onto his back and demanded, "Ride me and press your boobs in my face. I want to suck on them as you get me off!"

"Yes, Master."


Note:

In my head, Serena had Lita over to teach her how to make coffee and help her perfect it before she tried making it for Darien.