His Breastfeeding Maid

Hopeful

The man walks in front of me, leading me through the large hall.

He stops by the counter overseeing the kitchen and picks up his glass of alcohol. "There's the bedroom." He points to the door at the side. "I'll be there in a minute." I gulp nervously but still make my way to the room he pointed to. I find it odd that he already wants me to start cleaning without having me introduce myself, but I'm far too grateful to question it.

I look around the dark room as I walk in and frown when I realize it is spotless. Other than the crumpled papers on the floor by the desk and the messy stack of books by the nightstand, there is nothing much to clean.

The floor is clean as well.

"Aight, let's make this quick." I hear the man behind me. I hear a zipper and turn, widening my eyes when the man takes off his pants and underwear at once.

I instinctively take a step back and freeze when I bump into the bed.

Reality dawns on me.

I'm alone, in a house in the middle of a forest... with a man I can not overpower. I shrink in my spot and watch the man step close.

My eyes instinctively look down, and I gulp. I've seen a man's dick twice before. Once by accident when I walked into the guest restroom and found Mr. Connor drying himself out of the shower.

He was kicked out of their bedroom and was using the guest restroom to shower. I apologized profoundly, to which he simply winked and told me it was okay. That he would be using that restroom at night as well "if I knew what he meant."

And I did.

As per his request, I avoided the restroom at all costs, knowing he would be there and most likely wanted his privacy.

The second time was when I walked in to clean Mrs. Laurel's office and found her laptop playing a video of a couple being intimate.

I couldn't tear my gaze away for the first few seconds but then quickly scattered out of the room when I heard her step down the hall. My nipples had started leaking more than normal.

This man's size was terrifying. It was not normal. The others I had seen were not that big. I shake my head and close my eyes as he gets near.

"Get on the bed. Spread your legs."

I shake my head frantically, and I hear him stop walking. He sighs.

I stay rooted in my spot while I hear him retreat. I open my eyes slowly and find him putting his pants back on. "Who sent you?"

"Lady Maurie." I breathe out.

"Who?"

"Lady Maurie," I say just a tad bit louder. I bow my head and look down at the floor, relieved the man doesn't seem to be a present threat to me.

He scratches his chin and thoughtfully looks up at the ceiling. "Maurie... the old woman? Maurie Evans?"

I nod.

"Huh. She's still alive?"

At his words, my eyes water. I couldn't help myself.

I shake my head.

"Oh," the man breathes out while rubbing the back of his head. He clears his throat. "Why are you here?"

"I-" I lose my train of thought for a minute, nervous under the man's piercing gaze. "I am a maid... and I'm looking for a job."

He frowns and stares down at my figure with a questioning look. He rubs his eyes, and then after a moment of silence, he shakes his head. My heart drops.