Chapter 1

You feel the warm rays of sun kissing your cheeks as you wake, taking in the smell of your freshly washed sheets, you nuzzle into your pillow, stretching your hands and back. Trying to move your legs, you find something solid and warm weighing them down. 

The haze of your sleepy mind slowly clears and you open your eyes. There’s a lump under your sheets, one that’s definitely not supposed to be there. You swing the covers aside lazily, revealing a rather arousing scene that makes your mouth pull into a smirk. Suddenly you’re aware of the heat in your abdomen as you look at the pretty little maid laying between your legs with your morning wood in his hand.

His precum stained lips tell you that there’s a reason your dreams took such a spicy turn before you woke up, leaving you all hot and bothered. The little minx has been playing with you. “Good morning mistress,” he smiles, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded with lust. Opening his mouth, he swallows you whole without hesitation. Your hand flies to his short locks, messing up the little frilly headband that completed his french maid look.

Back arching as he swallows around you, you only manage a weak, breathless “good morning Dai” in return. He hollows out his cheeks, bobbing his head up and down, devouring you as if your dick was the most delicious breakfast he’s ever had. His strong hands slide up your legs, resting on your hips to support himself as he deep-throats you. “What a perverted little maid I have,” you chuckle, brushing some of the messy hair from his forehead.

“Even when you’re locked up and plugged so you can’t play with yourself without your mistress, even then you’re horny, huh?” His big, doe-like eyes hold your amused gaze as he takes your cock out of his mouth with a wet pop.

 So lewd. “I’m sorry mistress, I can’t help it… I had a dream and when I woke up, the plug felt so good and I… please mistress fill me up?” His expression is pleading, tongue licking long stripes along your shaft. The insatiable part of his personality showing off, trying to rile you up. 

You can only chuckle as you see him rub his thighs together. “Come straddle me.” Obediently, he does what he’s told, throwing one of his thick thighs over your hip and mounting you, sucking in a shaky breath when your shaft presses against his balls. “Why don’t we have some fun today?”

You smirk, rubbing his legs with your palms. Daichi is practically in another world at this point, not really paying attention to what you’re saying. Your hand travels to his back, pulling on the plug that sat snugly between his cheeks, the outer part pressing against his perineum. Daichi moans, lifting his skirt up to let you see his crotch.

The little cage that seems to have become a constant presence during the last couple of days weighed between his legs, a little cold against your skin. “I’m going to fuck you against every possible surface of this house while you do your chores, okay?”