Your Wife Isn’t Home (James March x Maid!Reader SMUT)

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requested: Yes! Shout out to all of the fifteen messages in my inbox asking for something about James ❤

warnings: Blood, swearing, adultery, nudity, explicit sex, and sadomasochism.

a/n: Feedback is really appreciated 🙂

word count: 2937 (I am so sorry lol)

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“Mr. March,” Hazel knocked on her boss’ office’s door, lowering her hand to softly run over the golden knob. “I am coming in.” She announced before opening the door and sliding in the fancy room, the clicking sound of her black high heels echoing through the environment.

James peeked his head up from the blueprints he was previously concentrated on, raising a single eyebrow at the maid’s presence. He cleared his throat slightly and pushed the paper aside, straightening his shoulders as he folded his large hands on his knees.

“Miss Evers,” He started, sounding slightly annoyed by being interrupted. “Is there anything unusual happening in the premises of my hotel?”

Her cheeks flustered, blooming a lovely shade of rosé. She anxiously dusted her hands on the white fabric of the apron of her uniform.

“Mr. March, I don’t mean to sound inconvenient…But, the new maid you hired has a tremendous inappropriate behavior!”

James furrowed his eyebrows, lowering his face.

“A new employee?” He shook his head whilst standing up. “I have not hired anyone! This is an outrage!”

James started to pace his large office, furiously rubbing his temples as he tried to find an explanation for the presumable issue. He was interrupted by the sound of the wooden door being thrown open. His brown eyes instantly shot towards the sudden presence, ready to scold whoever interrupted him.

Though, his gaze softened when he recognized the breath-taking woman standing in the doorway. Her blonde locks were nicely up in a bun, a sparkly silver gown hugging her body and displaying her beautiful womanly curves. His wife. The Countess.

“Jimmy,” She began while raising her hand at Hazel, waving it to shoo her away. She mumbled something under her breath about how much she has to do before hesitantly quitting the office. As a cue, Elizabeth shuts the heavy door behind herself as she brings a mint-flavored cigarette to her reddish lips, taking a long drag. “What’s all the commotion about? I could hear your angry outburst from our suite.”

“Forgive me for bothering you, darling. But I simply couldn’t contain myself, you see? I was informed that there is a new member of the hotel’s staff, who I happen not to have a single clue about who the individual is!” He threw his arms up in indignation, trying to get his wife to understand his point.

The Countess merely chuckled as she headed towards her husband, swaying her hips on her way, like a majestic feline. Finally closing the distance between them, she stood up in front of him, bringing her arms to wrap around his neck.

“You mean the newest maid, James?” She slightly cracked her head to the side when he nodded, confirming her question.

“Oh, precisely, dearest,” James replied while wrapping his arms around her waist. The Countess chuckled softly, slightly shaking her head at James.

“Mmm,” She purred in his ear, smirking to herself when she noticed his breath was hitched. “You mean Miss (y/l/n).” She whispered as her hands ran down his toned shoulders. “It was I, Jim. I hired the poor thing. She is the daughter of a close friend of mine.”

“Darling…” He breathed heavily while snaking his hands down to her slim waist, pulling her body closer to press against his. “Then, everything is properly explained. The Cortez is also yours, my queen.” He snarled and started to walk forward until he had Elizabeth’s back pressed against the nearest wall. “Whatever your little heart desires, shall be immediately attended.”

The Countess hummed in approval and placed her soft hands on her husband’s chest, elegantly pushing him away so she could get rid of his urgent grip. James spun on is heels, ready to protest, but simply being stopped by the blonde woman raising her delicate hand to cut him off. He groaned in frustration, attempting to reach for her, but she backed off, spinning on her heels. She silently headed towards the door, her hips swaying in her way. Before she walked away, Elizabeth glanced at James from over her shoulder.

“I am far too busy now, James. Perhaps, later.” She stated in a monotonous tone. “You should meet the new servant to discuss her salary.”

James sighed deeply, his nostrils dilating to inhale sharply, in a clear attempt to keep his anger under control. Afterwards, he gave her a fake smile, followed by a typical bouncing on his feet.

“Well, anything for my Queen.”

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About two hours later, when the moon had already risen to light up the extravagant streets of the crowded Los Angeles, James tiptoed down the hallway as discreetly as a feline, an ability he’d acquired with the countless times he had hunted victims for his perverse hobby.

He was almost there. Room 52.

He raised a confused eyebrow as he heard some funny muffled sounds coming from your room’s direction, that silently echoed through the walls. Upon arriving the estimated bedroom, he stood at the door, hidden in the shadows of the dimly-lit hallway as he peeked through the small gap between the door and the frame.

James was completely shocked at the sight before him. His pupils dilating with the sudden lust flow running through his veins.

It was you.

Your head was thrown back in complete bliss, one of your hands between your thighs underneath the black skirt of the maid uniform.

He had a hard-on in no time, listening and watching. So lost that it took him a good amount of time to realize that your eyes had drifted open and you were now staring at the gap in the bedroom door, a delighted laughter mingling with your moans as you met James’ lustful, but embarrassed gaze. He stood frozen completely, unsure of what to do. It was like you had expected him to find you in such a private moment.

“Fuck…” You cursed under your breath as you pushed your fingers deep into your wetness, your hips bucking slowly to meet them, your gaze now locked with James’. “Master...Mr. March...”

His eyes widened in shock, his erection aching underneath the thin fabric of his boxers. As your moans intensified and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, James cursed under his breath and quickly spun on his heels to hurry for his own room.

He instantly threw himself in the red armchair and scrambled to undo his belt, his breath caught in his throat. He rapidly slid his pants down his legs along with his boxers, releasing a groan when his large hand finally found his shaft.

As James stroked his cock in a fast, rough pace, he could picture you in many scenarios. Tied to his bed, bent over the desk in his office, begging him to have his member in your profane mouth…

“Filthy little thing…” He moved his hand up and down his boner, grunting and groaning to himself. “Attempting to drown me into temptation…I do wish I could split that sinful body of yours in half…”

James gritted his teeth, cumming hot and thick all over his hand and the jacket of his expensive-looking suit. His thighs trembled in pleasure and his hips jerked through the aftershocks, eyes slammed shut and lips parted as he panted harshly.

—

James had taken a shower to wash away all of the semen on his skin. He folded his suit and placed the pieces of clothing in a bag so he could get Miss. Evers to launder them.

After dressing himself up again with a fresh black suit, James took a deep breath and threw the bag over his shoulder before heading back to the hallway. He had things to do in his office and he was looking forward to seeing Hazel.

Upon arriving his office, James turned the doorknob and stepped inside. But his eyes got huge when they drifted down to the floor.

It was you again.

On your hands and knees, you scrubbed the wet floor with a sponge while humming to yourself. Noticing his presence, you glanced at him from over your shoulder. You bucked your hips backward, moving them around so half of your ass was exposed to his eyes.

James should have averted his gaze, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. After some good thirty seconds, he shook his head and cleared his throat, dropping the bag on his desk, mentally glad that you couldn’t see the content.

“What are you doing in my office?” He tried his best to sound stern, but miserably failing since you just giggled and turned your head back to your previous work.

“Cleaning up your mess, Mr. March.” You stated simply, causing him to furrow his eyebrows.

“Mess?” He asked, completely confused.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, dropping the soaked sponge back in the metal bucket. You stood up with your head slightly cracked to the side, turning around to face your boss.

“Well, Mr. March,” you started. “you see, that was not my blood.”

“Darling, you are committing an enormous mistake.” He gulped audibly, trying his best not to fall into temptation. “I have noticed your attempt to seduce me, though I am a married man.”

You teasingly puckered your lower lip at his statement while approaching him, bucket still in hand. You stopped when you were just a few inches away from him. James looked down at you with a contained fire burning in his piercing brown eyes, his jaw clenched.

You reached your free hand and softly ran the tip of your fingers over his grey tie, his eyes following your every movement. You dropped the bucket on your other hand to the floor, which fell with a silent thud on the fancy carpet.

“But,” you suddenly grabbed a hold of his tie, yanking him down. He instantly gasped, holding his breath once he realized his lips were barely hovering above yours. “your wife isn’t home. She is out with that Italian affair of hers.”

James narrows his eyes, taking deep breaths to try and focus. You undid the first buttons of your dress, so your black lacy bra was completely displayed to his view. Without letting go of his tie, you reached your free hand to fondle your breast, purring in his ear.

“Why don’t you touch me a little, Mr. March?”

You could feel him shifting underneath your touch, his breathing getting heavier with each passing second. Finally, he snarled loudly and grabbed you by your waist with both of his hands, slamming your body against his. Your surprised gasp was muffled by his lips forcefully pressing against yours, biting and sucking at the already puffy flesh of your lower lip.

“Fuck it,” he growled against your lips as he grabbed the back of your sighs, effortlessly lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you over to his desk, only pulling away to roughly drop you on it. He quite literally ripped your dress in half, the sound of the transparent buttons hitting the floor echoing through the room. “Fuck me.”

You could feel his rough, calloused hands all over your skin. On your thighs, breasts, ass…Fondling and groping every inch of skin they could reach. You let out soft whimpers and moans at his violent touch.

The feeling of his strong, masculine body pressed against yours was sinfully delicious. You were pretty aware that James March was a dangerous man, and that you should probably stay as far away from him as you possibly could, but the possible danger you were facing only heightened your libido. Your craving for him.

He dropped himself to his knees and gripped your thighs, tight enough to leave bruises. James snaked his hands up to grab the waistband of your black panties, ripping them off you. You moaned at the feeling of the cold air against the wetness between your thighs.

“You shall not cum until I tell you so, my dear. This is your punishment.” James stated as his face hovered above your pussy, his hot breath hitting your sensitive spot. You whimpered and moaned, reaching your hands down to grab at his hair as you tried to buck and grind your hips against his face, furiously nodding your head, desperate to feel something. James snarled and gave your clit a sharp smack, making you yelp. “Do use your words, my darling. You were very eloquent just a few minutes ago.”

“Yes, Mr. March. I will be your good little slut.”

Humming in approval, James suddenly buried his face between your thighs, his hands still on your thighs. You instantly broke into needy moans, your fingers messing and pulling at his previously perfectly gelled hair. His sinfully delicious tongue slid firmly between your dripping folds, never getting used to how good you taste. He moved his lips to your clit and started to furiously suck at it, ripping lurid sounds from the depths of your throat. Your moans were loud and intense, they could be heard from the entire hallway, which made James’ ego inflate to indescribable levels.

He plunged two fingers into your entrance, starting to thrust them in and out of you hard. Your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure that was taking over your body. You had never felt anything as intense as that, and it was driving you crazy. Sweat dripped from your forehead as you could feel your orgasm building up, but you were trying your best to hold it back. James was relentless, devouring and fingering you as if he was holding on for dear life.

“I-I am going to cum, Mr. Mar-” You screamed out. Before you could finish your sentence, you reached your climax, exploding around his fingers.

James waited a few seconds to pull away and stand up between your legs. His eyes were dark, and you could sense you had gotten yourself in trouble.

“I’m so sor-” You were cut off by his sudden grip on your neck, squeezing your throat to cut off your airway.

You uselessly tried to scratch at his arm and squirm away from him, but he was unquestionably stronger than you. When he finally let go of your throat, your mouth dropped open and you gasped for air. Before you could even regain your composure, James grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed his rock hard cock into you.

You practically screamed out in pleasure as you felt his member stretching your insides.

“Since you craved your merited ecstasy so badly, dearest” he grunted as he started to pound you hard and deep, his hips audibly bucking against yours. “you may cum as many times as you wish now.”

You were screaming out his name as he kept thrusting into you, the sensation too much for you to handle. And, to heighten your sensations and torture you more, James had pressed his fingers against your clit as he roughly rubbed circles on it.

He was howling out guttural sounds, he was like an animalist beast. He dropped his head down and slammed his eyes shut, going deeper and rougher with each thrust. The creak of the table dragging on the floor mingling with the sounds of sex that prevailed in the room.

You came again. Once, twice…You lost count when you reached the fifth orgasm, your clit almost numbing at his unstoppable thrusting.

“Mr. March…Please…” You begged weakly, your eyes welled up with unshed tears. “I can’t take it anymore.”

He merely grunted in response while reaching his own ecstasy, spilling his thick cum inside you. Panting, he kept his head down, his cock still buried in your cunt so he could regain his composure.

“Darling,” James lifted his gaze to meet your teary eyes, a malicious smirk stamping his lips. “you are a revelation. You are…the one.”

He reached one hand to open the top drawer of the desk between himself, throwing it open while seeking for something. Your head lifted up long enough to see him pulling out a gun. Before you could even try to protest or squirm away, he pointed it to your forehead and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Your body fell limp on the desk and your blood was splattered all over the wall. James grinned whilst bringing himself out of you and pulling up his pants, fastening his belt again.

When he spun on his heels, he saw Miss Evers standing in the doorway with a slightly shocked expression, she pressed her lips together, waiting for James’ orders.

“Laundress?”

“Y-yes, Mr. March?”

“Clean up this mess, would you?” He required while looping one arm under your knees and the other under your arms, scooping your body up bridal style.

“Right away, sir.” Hazel gulped and scrambled to grab the bucket and headed towards the now bloody wall.

James looked down at your face while he carried you out of the room and into the hallway, ready to dispose of your corpse. The last thing he heard was Miss. Ever’s muffled voice, grunting, and grumbling.

“What a glorious stain!”

James smirked, his eyes dark with lust.

“I cannot wait until you are back, dearest. We are going to have so much fun.”

Yum!