The room became quiet, with candles making flickering shadows on the ceiling as they moved in the gentle breeze from the open window. The air was filled with a mix of our feelings, creating a strong atmosphere that felt like it was on my skin. I sighed and let my hand drop, the fabric of my chemise sticking to my legs.
I felt exhausted, both emotionally and physically. I closed my eyes, remembering Mr. Harrison’s intense stare. Sleep came quickly, wrapping me in darkness and giving me a break from my swirling thoughts and feelings.
In my dreams, I saw bright and confusing images from my past, my time at the mansion, and my passionate moments with Mr. Harrison. Each scene was filled with the same strong desire that had taken over me before.
When I woke up, morning light filled the room. There stood Mr. Harrison, watching me from the doorway.
I panicked, my heart racing. Had he been watching me all night? I quickly pulled my chemise down to cover myself, my face hot with embarrassment.
Mr. Harrison stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Good morning, Emma,” he said smoothly. “Looks like you had a restless night.”
I jumped off the bed, my heart racing as I tried to pull my chemise down. “Mr. Harrison, I-I didn’t know you were here,” I stammered, my voice thick with sleep and fear.
He chuckled, a sound that made my stomach flip. “It seems you’re quite busy,” he said, looking at me with a desire that made me feel exposed. “But it’s alright. I don’t mind sharing.”
Before I could think, someone knocked at the door and a young maid, no older than me, hurried in with a tray of tea. She gasped when she saw us, her eyes wide with shock.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Harrison,” she said, blushing deeply. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Mr. Harrison waved her off, still looking at me. “It’s alright, Rachel. Just put the tray over there.” His voice was calm but carried an edge that made Rachel dart her eyes between us before she quickly obeyed.
Once she left, I felt a mix of jealousy and embarrassment. Rachel had seen my desire for him, and it was both humiliating and thrilling. It felt like being in a secret world of pleasure.
Mr. Harrison’s eyes followed Rachel, and I wondered if he found it amusing. He seemed to enjoy having power over us, controlling every moment.
When Rachel was gone, he turned back to me, smiling wider. “You know, Emma,” he said in a low voice, “I have many maids, but none as eager to learn as you.”
I nodded, my heart racing. “I’ll do anything,” I whispered, trembling.
Mr. Harrison stepped closer, gently touching my cheek. “Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my jaw. “But remember, you’re not just any maid. You’re mine.” He searched my eyes for any doubt.
My heart raced, but I eagerly nodded. “Yes, Mr. Harrison,” I said softly. “I’m yours.”
His smile grew, sending a shiver down my spine. It looked like it promised both pleasure and fear, and I was scared but also drawn to him.
“But before we continue,” he said quietly, “you need to understand your place here.”
I felt him sit on the bed beside me, his hand moving over my hip. The chemise didn’t block the heat of his skin, and I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. He leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. “You’ll work with Rachel and the others, but remember,” he whispered, brushing my ear, “you’re special to me.”
I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “I understand, Mr. Harrison.”
He leaned even closer, his breath hot. “Do you really?” His hand moved down my body, sliding beneath the chemise. “If you’re going to touch yourself, I need to know you’re thinking of me.”
I felt embarrassed but excited at his words. “I-I was,” I admitted, trembling.
“And did you think of me when you did?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“Yes, Mr. Harrison. Only you,” I said, my voice hoarse.
He chuckled, sending a thrill through me. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, let’s discuss consequences.” His hand moved higher, getting closer to my center.
I gasped as his thumb brushed against me, making my legs feel weak. “Mr. Harrison,” I whimpered, my body shaking.
“Yes,” he said, his voice low. “Every action has a reaction, Emma. You’ve been naughty, pleasing yourself without my permission. That won’t do.”
I felt embarrassed but couldn’t look away. His eyes held mine, intense and focused. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harrison,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”
He silenced me with a finger on my lips. “No need for apologies. But there are always consequences.” His hand moved higher, the chemise riding up, exposing more of my skin.
I couldn’t help but whimper as he touched me, his fingers easily finding my wetness. It felt like he knew my body better than I did. “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But I’m not sure if that’s from your little escapade or from the thought of being punished.”
The word ‘punished’ sent a thrill of fear and desire through me. “Mr. Harrison, please,” I begged, though it sounded more like a plea for more.
He leaned in, his hand circling my clit. “How old are you, Emma?” he asked.
“23, Mr. Harrison,” I barely whispered as his fingers got closer to the edge of my chemise.
“You’re so young,” he murmured, a mix of hunger in his voice. “So ripe for the picking.”
His words sent a shiver through me, and I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “Mr. Harrison,” I whispered, trembling, “what are you going to do to me?”