He grips me hard again, spanking me hard again, and then shocks me by yanking my body away from the desk and to his so his lips can come diving down to claim my mouth.
I pull my face away, or at least as much as he allows, as I drown in his power. His grin widens in amusement as he pinches my cheek playfully and then nudges my body away from his, his eyes staying focused on mine.
I gasp for air and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, not wanting him to know that I secretly want him to kiss me again, or that that was my first kiss ever. I don’t want him to know he has something special, he took something sacred from me, and that I want him to do it all over again.
As an orphan, I’m used to older men thinking they can come into my life and exert power over me as if I’m some lost soul. Maybe I am, but I don’t want help from them or anyone.
But with Carter, it’s different i
n a way I can’t describe. It doesn’t have that temporary air of a man desperate for sex with a young girl. Although I may not know anything about sex itself, I know about people. Studying them and analyzing them has kept me alive and safe for all of my eighteen years. I know what I know and I know even better what I don’t know, and I know I’m no dummy.
I stagger on my feet, feeling drunk from his lips and lightheaded from my still increasing body temperature.
Needing to sit down, but not in here where he can bask in whatever this is that just happened, I stumble toward the door. I try my hardest to retain my strong posture as I widen my steps, making sure I have a big foundation for balance, which is totally lacking at the moment.
The thought of being clumsy comes into my mind as I think I might just tip over, but strangely it just floats away, not sticking. It’s almost as if Carter’s ‘rule’ has made me consider a preconceived belief I had about myself. And as I feel my back straighten and my posture firm, I have to wonder if maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s been right all along as a matter of fact. Maybe this was just a mental construct, a false belief, that I was harboring all these years.
Maybe he was giving me a rule, when in fact he was actually giving me self-belief.
A second ago I was considering kneeing him in the testicles, but now I wonder if I should extend my hand in a show of appreciation for his Jedi mind trick. A genuine smile builds on my face and I feel a small tear form in the corner of my eye.
‘Never show weakness,’ echoes in my mind and I decide the best course of action is to escape, regroup and figure out what the heck just happened.
Pushing through the door, I take a step back into the house and flick my arm inward so I don’t have to run to watch the door shut.
Just before it does, Carter decides he has to get in one last word. “Remember your manners, young lady.”
Oh, I remember all right. I remember everything about this. And I know this won’t be the last time this housekeeper tests her billionaire boss.
Not by a long shot.
4
Carter
The next morning
“You’re early,” I say from just inches behind her and she jumps so high she practically comes out of her shoes.
“You scared me,” she protests, bringing her hands to her chest before crossing them and shooting me an annoyed look as she swats at the air in front of me.
“Likewise,” I counter.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“And I find it hard to believe you showed up here at six in the morning, a full two hours before your shift was to begin, for no reason.”
I’ve been up since five if you count five as the time I woke up since I never really went to sleep last night. I spent all of yesterday and into today thinking about her. Reimagining how my hand felt on her backside and how tempted I was since yesterday to take my dick out and pleasure myself until I released. But that’s the oxymoron of it all. A Phallic victory wouldn’t bring me pleasure, it would be admitting defeat…admitting she can’t be mine. And that’s not going to happen.
I swore to myself I’m going to save this special batch of seed just for her. Something inside me is telling me that I’m going to get her pregnant the first time I claim her. It sounds crazy, but I know her fertile little untouched body is going to suck up every last bit of my offering and start a family right away, and for that reason, this has to be perfect, special, a moment she’ll never forget. Because I know I’ll never forget, just like I’ll never forget the first time I laid eyes on her.
And right now, just like the first time, I can’t help but keep my eyes from drifting across her tiny frame. Even in a housecleaning uniform, she looks better than any woman who’s ever worn a bunny suit for Playboy or any of those other men’s magazines I have no time or interest in.
I’m only interested in the real thing. Her. No Instagram models or the like. Nobody trying to use sex to sell any number of products. The sexiest thing in the world is commitment, and that starts with giving someone your innocence, forever, and that’s exactly what I want from her…her innocence and forever.
“I have a habit of being early or more accurately never being late. I usually get to places so early I wind up walking around for an hour or two before the actual meeting time.”
“And the guard let you in this early?”