Maid For Him

Chapter 49

Rickel***

I walked into the living room- looking office and locked the door behind me.

"So Jerry, how much is my mom paying you to do this?"

"Quite a hefty sum, if I may say so. She wanted me to make sure that your head was, and I quote, 'screwed on straight'".

I chuckled as I took a seat in the huge, soft chair. I could always count on my mom to do something so ridiculous.

I knew when I asked for the family ring she would pull some kind of stunt like this.

"So how does your mother sending you to therapy make you feel?"

I hated talking about feelings and I hated talking to therapists. They always find a problem for every solution. I was not about to let him get into my head.

"I'm ok with it. I feel relieved."

"Relieved? Do you care to explain?" He scribbled something in his notepad.

"Well, not every mother would care about their son's love life. I'm relieved that my mother has taken an interest. At least that makes me know I'm making the right decision."

His scribbling was already annoying me. "And what decision is that Mr. Nichols?"

"I'm going to marry my maid."

The shocked look on his face was hilarious. I can just imagine the things going through his mind right now. Me, a rich bachelor, getting married to a maid.

He cleared his throat. "Well, you are a grown man. I guess you have reasons for making your choices."

"That I do."

He waited for me to contine but I remained silent. There's no way I am going to explain my choices to a shrink.

He put down his notepad on the small table that separated us. "Rickel, I've been your family therapist for a long while. I've watched you grow and I know the relationship you have with your mother. Answer me honestly. Are you just getting married to your maid to spite your mother?"

"I think our session is up. I'll see you next week Jerry." I left his office ignoring his pleas for me to come sit and talk.

I am going to propose to Reese and nothing is going to stop me.

Now all I have to do is find the perfect time and place to do it. I want it to be a surprise to her and I really hopes she gives me a positive answer.

Taking out my phone, I dialed my mother's number.

"Why are you not at your session?" She answered.

"Because I don't think it makes any sense. I'll come and collect the ring tomorrow."

She let out an icy laugh. "That ring has been in this family for generations. If you think I'm going to just let you give it to any old trash, you are sadly mistaken."

I tried to keep calm. "Mother I've respected you all my life, don't make me stop now." I hung up the phone and backed out of the parking lot.

Reese was going to be in my life whether my family likes it or not. Once she finishes college and starts working. Everything will be different. She won't be a maid anymore so my family won't look down on her.

I sighed. Never in my lifetime did I think I would get married. I've always seen myself as a free spirit. The idea of being tied down in a committed relationship always scares the heck out of me.

Being with Reese doesn't feel like I'm being tied down. Maybe it's the fact that she's a latina but she always makes me feel like I'm in an exciting adult movie. 

An hour later I drove into my garage and a feeling of happiness washed over me. In all my years of living here, I've never felt happy to be home until Reese started living here. I can come home expecting a clean house and some good home cooked meal every night.

"Babe, I'm home!" I hollered when I entered the living room. "Reese?"

"WHERE ARE YOU COMING FROM AT THIS HOUR??!!"

Now that's the downside of having a latina girlfriend. When they get angry, they really get angry. 

My brain was running wild trying to think of ways to calm her down. "Uhm....I got held up at the office babe."

I know I'm not supposed to lie to her but I can't exactly tell her where I was. If I did, then I'd have to explain to her that I plan to propose to her and my mother is opposing the idea.

"At the office, huh?"

There's no way she knew where I'm coming from. Does she have people watching me?

She entered the living from the hallway and my briefcase involuntarily slid from my palm.

Holy cow! I was definitely in an adult movie!

"So you are late, that means you have been a naughty boy haven't you?" She walked toward me slowly, holding a whip in her hand.

I could feel the front of my pants getting tighter. "Yes. I've been a naughty boy."

Her black lingerie, mesh stockings, heels and dark makeup was making me overly anxious as she walked toward me twirling a pair of handcuffs on her index finger.

"Your going to have to be punished Papi." She whispered into my ear and nibbled on the earlobe as she said the last word.

She put the handcuff on me and dragged me behind her. Everything she did had my hormones raging. Even the sounds her heel made as she dragged me up the stairs to our room was turning me on.

"Now where is the most suitable place to torture you?" She smiled mischievously as she placed a chair in the middle of the room.

"Sit!" She shoved me toward the chair then handcuffed my hands behind my back. 

At first I was a little skeptic of the idea of being tied up. What if there was a real emergency? What would happen then?

All those thoughts flew away as music started playing.

Damn! She was sexy.

Her waist moved gracefully to the beat and the look in her eyes were taunting me. She licked her lips as she walked toward me.

Oh my my my!!!!

 "Damn girl! You are so-"

"Shhh....." She placed a finger on my lips. "No talking or this won't end well for you."

I folded my lips like an obedient child. I definitely wanted things to 'end well' for me.

As the music sped up, she started dancing on my lap. Her back was turned to me and she bent forward slightly giving me a better view of her ass bouncing up and down on me.

I tried struggling to get the handcuffs off. I wanted to slap her ass so badly. This was definitely the torture I deserve.

She stopped dancing and started kissing my neck. My shirt was thrown to one corner of the room and her soft hands roamed my body.

When she finally dropped to her knees before me, I knew I was about to visit heaven.