Command Me Books One & Two(5)

Joel placed his hand against her back and nudged her farther into the room. “Change the sheets and make the bed. Do the laundry. Make sure to pay attention to the care labels. And vacuum this room and my office. That was the first open door you passed.”

Sarah blinked at him, waiting for him to tell her he was joking. He’d put her a maid’s outfit and actually expected her to clean. Could this be some weird form of foreplay? Did Joel have a maid fetish?

“Something wrong?” Joel asked with amusement in his voice.

“Nothing, Master.”

“Get to it then.” He turned to leave, took one step, and then turned back. “I almost forgot. My washer has a hand wash setting for those clothes that require it and dry the jeans on the line out back.”

“Out back? But I…” She trailed off as she glanced down at her outfit.

“I have a privacy fence.”

“Okay…Master.”

“Don’t be all day. I have more for you to do.” He smirked and swept his gaze over her once more before leaving.

Sarah watched until he was out of sight. He meant it. All that build up and hinting so he could make her clean. The man was twisted.

Laughing softly and shaking her head at the silliness of it all, Sarah went to the baskets. She gathered and sorted the clothes into hand wash, lights and darks piles. Since the baskets were too full to stack and take down in one go, she took the darks down first. The jeans would need time to dry so should be washed first.

The rim of the basket pressed against her belly and tugged on her neckline, which allowed her nipples to peek out. She decided to ignore the slip since it would be useless to fix it until she finished ferrying the baskets to the laundry room, which she needed to locate.

She went to the living room where Joel sat watching a movie. Before she could ask, he pointed and said, “Through the kitchen.”

It annoyed her that he didn’t look at her. She was half an inch from popping out of her top and Joel didn’t seem to care. With a soft huff, she stalked to the laundry room. Her heels clicked loudly on the tile flooring of the kitchen. She didn’t know why Joel’s indifference upset her. She should be happy she didn’t have to fend him off.

The laundry room was spotless and smelled like the lavender detergent sitting on the folding counter next to the bleach and fabric softener. A slip of paper caught her attention. She set the basket aside and read instructions on how to use the machine and in what quantities she should use the supplies. Considering how clean and organized the rest of the house appeared, she wondered if Joel had messed up his room for her benefit. No point having a maid if she didn’t have anything to do.

Sarah got the darks started and then took the empty basket with her so she could bring down the dirty sheets. It took three trips to get all the dirty laundry downstairs. Then she made the bed with sheets Joel had designated that she use by way of a note sitting on the top of the neatly folded pile. And then she looked at the vacuum.

The wand that connected the hose to the vacuum head was missing. Instead the hose was attached directly to the head. Sarah looked around the room, under the bed, and in the linen closet for the missing wand. When she didn’t find it, she went downstairs to Joel.

Stopping beside the couch, she said, “Master, the vacuum is missing a piece.”

“No it isn’t.”

She opened her mouth to say it was, but Joel’s smirk stopped her. Of course the piece wasn’t missing. Like everything else she’d seen until this point, he’d prepared it for her visit. The current configuration of the vacuum meant she had to bend over to use it or get on her knees.

Joel glanced at her. “Yes?”

“Nothing, Master.” She returned to the bedroom.

She tried to use the vacuum from a bent over position. Her breasts slipped out of the dress and her heels made her feel unstable. Going to her knees helped both problems. Her breasts strained against the front of her dress but stayed put with minimal nipples showing. Due to the back and forth motion of the vacuum, she had to brace her free hand on the floor as she moved around the room.

It took longer than it should have but she managed to vacuum the master bedroom. Before going to the office, she returned to the laundry room. The darks had finished so she put in the lights, separated out the jeans and put the rest of the darks in the dryer.

Moment of truth. Sarah took a steadying breath and went to the back yard. The high privacy fence would keep Joel’s three neighbors from seeing her unless they climbed it, but she still didn’t like being outside in her current state of dress.

She stepped into the bright early afternoon sunshine, which heated the top swells of her breasts. Wind ruffled her skirts. The clothesline stretched across the middle of the well-manicured lawn. Sarah had to reach up to snag the line so she could hang the jeans, a motion that shifted her neckline below her breasts. Fixing it now wouldn’t do any good because it would happen again when she hung the next pair of jeans. She hurried through her task with her breasts out and then fixed the dress once she finished.