She glances out the front windscreen, looking very pleased with herself, and I pull out of the parking lot, unable to stop myself from smiling the whole way home.
Her being happy makes me happy.
It’s 1:00 a. m. and I’m in bed, reading again. I’m wearing my silky black, spaghetti-strap nightgown. I hop up and go into the main house and check the doors again. Mr. Masters comes home tomorrow. I’ve been so busy with the children since he’s been away. I already checked the doors earlier, but because I’m on my own with his children, I always double check the deadlocks so that Sammy can’t escape if he happens to sleepwalk. It’s my worst fear to wake up in the morning and he is gone. He hasn’t had another episode since that first time. Apparently he only does it when there is a change in his home environment. Me arriving set him off. He seems to be settled now, though. I glance over at the stairs. The poor little guy had a bad dream a couple of hours ago. I might just go check on him one more time before I go to bed for the night.
I walk up the stairs in the dimly lit house, treading lightly down the hall. I slowly open the door and check on Willow first. She’s fast asleep, so I close the door behind me. I walk down to Sammy’s room and open the door, grateful to see he’s sleeping like a baby. The sound of his peaceful breathing makes me smile. This child has got me wrapped around his finger so tight, even his breathing makes me melt now. I turn around to go back downstairs when I hear a noise in Mr. Masters bedroom. I stop dead in my tracks.
What the hell was that?
Shit. I’m frozen in place as I listen, but I can definitely hear some rustling.
Oh my God, is someone in his room?
Are we being robbed?
My heart begins to beat furiously.
What do I do?
I slowly walk over to his room, peering inside, where I see his bathroom light is on and the door is ajar.
Someone is in the bathroom.
I tiptoe over to his bathroom door and peer inside.
Oh dear God.
Mr. Masters is in there, and he’s naked, with his hard dick in his hand as he strokes himself.
He’s lost in the moment, looking down at himself.
Watching his cock.
Holy fucking wet dream.
My lips part in awe. I can see every muscle in his shoulders and back in the mirror behind him as he strokes hard. His stomach muscles contract with every jerk of his hand.
He gets harder and harder, and his mouth hangs slack as he concentrates.
The man is so fucking hot.
My body instantly starts to hum with arousal, and I feel myself get a rush of moisture below.
He spreads his legs wide and leans back against the side of the basin as he really starts to let himself have it.
His pubic hair is dark and well kept, his cock huge, and I’m in fucking Heaven watching this forbidden show.
I just want to drop to my knees in front of him and take the job off of his hands… literally.
His strokes get harder, faster, and I feel as though I’m going to come, too.
I can feel how aroused he is, feel how good his cock would feel if it was inside me. He lets out a deep moan as he lets his head fall back, and I find myself holding my breath.
What are you doing? Leave! Leave now before he sees you.
His eyes flash up, and he falters as he sees me.
Our eyes lock, but something happens, and as if knowing how much I need to see this, he slowly strokes himself again.
I swallow the lump in my throat.
Fuck, yeah.
I begin to pant.
He starts again with long strokes, and I can hardly keep myself standing up.
This is ridiculous, but I can’t make myself leave.
He gets harder and harder, and my mouth hangs open as I watch his dick with anticipation. His dark eyes are locked on mine when he shudders and comes in a rush up onto his stomach.
The moan he lets out echoes all around me, and I begin to pant as I struggle for air. His semen is thick and white-perfect-and as an added bonus, he watches my reaction as he smears it across his stomach and chest.
I have no words.
What the fuck? What the actual fuck?
With my chest rising and falling, my eyes meet his again, and I watch as satisfaction crosses his face. “Good evening, Miss Brielle,” he whispers sexily as he continues to rub his semen in, his stomach glistening. I feel my insides clench. “We meet in my bathroom once again.”
My eyes widen. I don’t know what to say. What can possibly explain what I just saw?
What I just did…
What he just did.
So, I turn and I run.
I sit at the café’s table with a cup of coffee in my hands, and I stare through the window at the people on the streets as they casually wander to and fro.
How the fuck did I get myself in this situation?
I watched my boss jack off, and then I ran away like a scared little girl after I’d been flirting with him and asking for satisfaction.
It’s just embarrassing. But in my defense, that dick looked very angry, and I’m not quite sure I could have handled it anyway.
I get a vision of his face as he ejaculated, and my insides clench in appreciation. He’s so hot, it’s just ridiculous.
God, imagine fucking him.
I get tingles to my toes and wiggle on my chair to try and relieve the pressure between my legs. I’ve been dripping wet since 1:00 a. m. this morning.
What I wouldn’t give to see what he’s got to offer.
My email pings and I pick up my phone, smiling when I see the name.
From: Mr. Masters
To: Miss Brielle
Miss Brielle
It seems that there was a privacy breach in the master bedroom last night. As one of my employees, I would like to give you the opportunity to explain your behavior.
Yours Sincerely,
Mr. Masters.
What the hell do I say to that?
I put my hand over my mouth as I stare out the window and think. Okay, I’m just going to take the personal versus business line of thinking.
I shrug, hit reply, and smirk as I begin to type.
From: Miss Brielle
To: Mr. Masters
Mr. Masters,
I apologize for my alter ego, Bree, and her misdemeanour. She wasn’t working at the time and I haven’t spoken to her about the incident you’re referring to. She is somewhat of a private person, ensuring she keeps her work and personal life separated at all times. If you would like to speak to her in regard to said incident, I would advise you ask Julian to contact her on this email during her personal time.
Yours Sincerely,
Miss Brielle.
I hit send and hold my breath, rolling my fingers on the table as I wait for a reply. Finally, after five minutes, my email notification pings.
From: Julian
To: Bree
My eyes widen when I see the use of our first names, and I swallow the lump in my throat.
Dear Bree,
I understand that you like to keep your professional and personal life separate, as do Mr. Masters and I. Please assure both of us that, moving forward, your voyeuristic tendencies will have no detrimental effect on your future employment. Mr. Masters does not wish to discuss this subject with you at your place of employment at any time in the future. I, however, am extremely intrigued by your thoughts.
Looking forward to your prompt reply.
Yours Sincerely,
Julian.
I smile and I look around the café to see if anyone can see me sitting here playing this silly game before I eventually reply.
From: Bree
To: Julian
Dear Julian,
Please ensure Mr. Masters that I have no intention of telling Miss Brielle the details of my unexpected visit with you last night. What happened between us will stay private. What I do in my personal time is kept completely separate from my professional life and I would like to keep it that way. I would perhaps need to investigate this situation further before I can offer my honest opinion, though.
Yours Sincerely,
Bree
I close my eyes and hit send. Oh my fucking god.
I put my hands over my face.
I wait for a reply, and I wait some more, but it doesn’t come. I glance at my watch. Half an hour goes by and my stomach is churning so hard. I order another cup of coffee because I simply can’t go home when I’m this nervous.
Why did I say that?
He thinks I’m coming on to him.
Have I misread everything?
My email finally pings, and I scramble to read it.
From: Julian
To: Bree
Dear Bree,
Your offer is most tempting.
However, I cannot allow the ‘situation’ to take place in Mr. Masters place of residence ever again. Mr. Masters takes pride in providing a safe working environment for all his employees.
Any further investigation to determine a solid opinion on the matter would have to take place off site.
Yours Sincerely,
Julian.