Warning: Adult material in this chapter...!
It was Sunday morning and Sir had not yet appeared for his morning coffee. Jocelyn had woken up early as usual. The sun did not shine directly in through the windows in the mornings at this side of the house. Still the sunlight lit up the room in a way that electric lights never seemed to be able to match. Jocelyn had always been fascinated by the different ways that sunlight lit up a room. It was probably the main reason that she had started to paint.
But, today Marc's day off and Jocelyn was eager to spend some time with him instead of hiding in her room on her own. So far on his days off, Marc had fixed odd little bits around the house or spent some time in the garden. He seemed to be quite content to just potter around doing the little jobs that needed to be done. This weekend Jocelyn wanted Sir to spend some time with her. Hopefully he would touch her again the way that he had the other night at the dinner table, or that he would spank her again. Every time that her thoughts turned to her memories of that evening, her body became all hot and bothered. She hadn't touched herself again since then and her body was eager to feel his touch again. Tender or otherwise!
But Sir didn't seem to want to get out of bed this morning. Jocelyn was pacing in the kitchen, feeling frustrated, waiting. Never the most patient of people when she had nothing to do, she was unable to relax. She was certain that Marc was awake. She could sense it. The house had a different feel to it when he was awake. What was he doing in his room? Was he just lounging around? Somehow that didn't seem quite like Marc even if he was a bear in the mornings. He had never stayed in bed so late before. Her frustration was starting to get the better of her. Normally a calm person, she was starting to feel annoyed and reckless.
Jocelyn looked around for something to take her mind off of Marc. The kitchen was clean and tidy. The living room and the dining room were all spotless. The bathroom was right next to Marc's room so she would wake him if she started working in there. Besides which, it didn't need doing again anyway. She had cleaned it on Thursday. What could she do? Yet another look around the kitchen didn't help. She was just reaching out for a banana when the idea of serving Marc breakfast in bed hit her. She knew that Marc was not much of a breakfast eater, but he often had a snack about ten thirty. She looked at the clock. It had moved on almost two minutes since the last time that she had looked and now read nine twenty-four. Hm. She could make up a small fruit salad, some pancakes, and perhaps some scrambled eggs. Then she would have an excuse to go and visit Marc in his room and not wait until his majesty [eye roll] decided to get out of bed this morning. Jocelyn got to work eagerly.
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Half an hour later, Jocelyn had a tray ready with breakfast. She smoothed her uniform and checked her hair. Then she took the tray upstairs, taking care not to spill the coffee. Once outside Marc's bedroom door, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a moment's pause, before Marc answered "come in".
Jocelyn opened the door to find Marc propped up in bed reading a book. The sun was shining in through the window and onto the bed that Marc was sitting in. The light from the window lit up one side of Marc's head giving him highlights in his hair. The skin on his right shoulder shone in the sunlight while his left shoulder was dark with shadow. Marc did not appear to be wearing any pajamas. The bedclothes were lying just below his lightly ribbed abs so that she could not be sure if he had pajama bottoms on or not. The thought that he might be naked under the blanket filled her mind. Jocelyn swallowed and tried not to stare Marc's naked chest. She hadn't seen it since her first day when he opened the door for her. He looked even better than she had remembered. It was hard not to lick her lips at the sight of such a tasty morsel...
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Maid for You
RomanceJocelyn thrust her head backward and groaned in frustration. Aroused as she was, all her nerve endings had become very sensitive. She closed her eyes as her arousal left her no choice but to focus completely on the sensitive touch of the metal spoon...