The Dominant and the Housekeeper (BDSM)

3: If Only She Was His Submissive

-:- The Dominant and the Housekeeper -:- Chapter Three -:- If Only She Was His Submissive -:-

Trying to fall asleep that night was hard, if not impossible. And he didn't mean hard just in one way.

With the remainder of the day been spent helping his new housekeeper adjust to his home, she had finally finished unpacking, and promptly decided to go to bed when done. Seeing her shift didn't officially start until the next morning, there was nothing Nathaniel could do about that to keep her in his company.

And by the ways she stretched and bent to put all her belongings away, he certainly wouldn't have minded spending a couple more hours-or even a night-with her... preferably in his playroom or bed.

Adalia was flexible, feisty and even ferocious, but in reality, she was just an innocent kitten pretending to be a lion.

He had deemed her nearly perfect in compatibility with him, her being a submissive, of course, but there was still one key component that had kept his dìck from pounding into her, and instead, being fisted by his hand.

Well, two, actually.

She was his housekeeper.

And he didn't even know if she was into Bondage and Discipline. Dominance and submission. Sadism and Masochism.

If she wasn't his housekeeper, and if she was for sure into the same lifestyle as he, there would be no doubt that he'd mark his territory over her before anyone else dared to. But Nathaniel was certainly not going to force her out of her job and onto his dìck.

He reaches his climax with a low groan, wishing he could just slip into the room right across from his and claim what belongs to him, caveman style. Nathaniel was all but about to throw her over his shoulder, set her up against a wall and thrust into her relentlessly, over and over and over, until she was crying, begging, screaming out his name.

His dìck starts to harden in his hands as he plays out the sadistic fantasies in his mind.

Oh, those feisty words of hers should have sent her spread across his knee, his hand spanking her ass. His hand begins to pump up and down his erection as he imagines. Adalia would be crying out the number of times he'd spank her, tears running down her face, and above all, her sweet arousal would undoubtedly be dripping out of her sex, begging for release.

And only when her ass was that pleasant cherry red Nathaniel yearned for, he would massage her sore muscles, and then take her into his playroom.

The things he could do to her there.

The heights he could bring her.

The pleasure she would feel.

Nathaniel's hips thrust into his own hand as he pleasures himself. He is a Dom, he has pristine control... but after aching for a submissive with the personality of Adalia for so long, there is nothing he can do to prolong his breaking point, and he comes yet again.

He never should have hired her, and even though Nathaniel was strong-willed, his resistance had failed him, and he had succumbed to the temptation. She was just too perfect to pass up.

But Nathaniel knows his relationship with her must remain completely platonic and business-like. He knows he has to control his urges to fùck her until she's screaming his name as she reaches her high. He knows he can.

The only question is, how long will he be able to resist the carrot dangling in from of him?

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Nathaniel awakes with the most pleasant of aromas he had ever smelled and the light shut of a door. Sitting up abruptly, his head turns to his nightstand, and his eyes fall upon the full tray of food sitting there, still hot.

A hand comes up to run it through his dark hair and a smirk plays on his lips. Perfect. Breakfast in bed: hot, delicious, and he didn't even have to tell her to do it.

He eats it all in less than ten minutes.

When he's done, Nathaniel carries the tray out of the room, walking down the stairs and entering the kitchen where he sees Adalia sitting, eating her own breakfast. As he comes closer, he realizes she's speaking on the phone.

"Papi, how are you? How is Mamma?" Her voice is hushed, as if afraid of being heard, and Nathaniel pauses at the doorway, leaning against the arch as he stares at her. The word "Papi" rolls off her tongue so innocently that it has an undertone of sensuality, and it causes his insatiable dìckto twitch.

Papi.

"I'm fine, yes, I start work today... Yes, he is nice... Uh, yes, it's a he... Yes, Papi, he's harmless-" The smirk on Nathaniel's face deepens. Harmless. He watches as she blushes before exclaiming, "Papi!"

Her face is a blazing red, and his curiosity reaches its peak. What had her father said to her to make her cheeks blush that color? The redness travels down from her cheeks to the tops of her chest, and he shifts in place.

"I'm not going to-" Her voice lowers. "-have sex with him! He's my boss!"

At her comment, Nathaniel fears that his laughter will burst out of his tightly sealed lips, and it does, in a husky chuckle. Her head whips towards him, enflamed, and he feels the tiniest bit of embarrassment for her.

If she felt any of the passion he did, there is going to have to be a lot more than the fact that he was her "boss" to keep him away from her.

"Papi, I have to go now, I'll call soon, I promise! Send my love to Mamma, mwah!" And with that, she ends the call, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He makes his way towards her, but rather than sitting at the table beside her, Nathaniel turns to gently place the dishes into the sink and the tray on the granite counter of the island. He doesn't say anything to her, simply waiting for her to speak first.

"I-uh-um-good morning, sir."

Nathaniel nods at her. "Morning."

Adalia pauses. "Did you enjoy the breakfast?"

He nods again. "Yes, thank you."

She's hesitant to speak-this wasn't the way she had been when he first met her, and he didn't like it. He needed her to loosen up, be lively; not just this submissive, obedient girl. If he wanted that, he would have just stuck with Lillian.

"Did you sleep well?" Nathaniel intrigues, sincerely curious. "Did that bed... fit your needs?" he finds himself teasing slightly, and her cheeks flame again.

"It actually did," she replies cheekily, and he smiles inwardly.

"Let's talk in the living room." His words seem like a suggestion, but his voice denotes it as a command, and to his amusement, she catches the tone, immediately heading towards the living room. He stares at her swaying bottom as she walks.

She would be absolutely perfect.

If only she was his submissive.

Idk what else to write .

I have terrible block for everything; especially Midnight Encounters . Sorry for not updating .

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