His Maid

Chapter 3

*Sexual Content*

Marley Lea

I look up at the clock above the sink and noticed that it was 6:55pm, I put down the sponge and took out the plug from the sink, draining out the dirty water. I flattened the creases out from my dress to make me look a little more presentable, I turned towards the stairs and made my way to Mr Clark's office. 

I gently knocked on the door and heard a quiet 'come in'. I pushed down the handle making the door slowly swing open, revealing Mr Clark sitting in his chair with his hands folded together in front of him. He gestured to the seat in front of him, I gave him a subtle nod and sauntered over to the chair and sat down a little harder than I expected which made it squeak. 

"Why did you want me to come here, Mr Clark?" I asked a a little harsher than I wanted. 

"I wanted to have a little chat with you." He stood from his chair, took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the back of his chair. He walked around the desk and stood in front of me and leaned back, putting the pressure of his weight on to the front of his desk.

"Have I done something wrong?" I queried. That burning fire in his eyes was back again, I can't tell if it means he wants to kill me or eat me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I felt my stomach muscles clench in desire.

"You have caused a little problem for me. I am getting married in three months, but I can't seem think about anyone but you. What is it that you hold against me?" I gulped. 

"I-I-." I couldn't get out my words, they were stuck under the lump that was growing in my throat.

"I have a fiancé, she is kind, loving, caring, sexy and beautiful, but I can't seem to get you off my mind when I should be thinking of her." He pushed himself off of his desk which made it move back from the force, he put his hands on both of the armrests on my chair and leaned his face into mine. He stopped only centimetres away so he was practically on top of me.

"I don't know what you mean." I leaned my head back to get a little more space in between us but he responded with moving closer to me.

"Of course you don't. You don't understand that I have somehow grown to be infatuated by you. You have taken over my mind, all of my thoughts. I can't help but want you." My heart stopped. "And when you call me Sir, Mr Clark or Damien." He growled. "It makes me want you even more. The way my name rolls off your tongue, it makes me want to throw you over my desk and fuck you. Hard." I gasped. "I want to hear you scream my name, I want the neighbouring town to hear your voice screaming my name." He leaned in closer so his lips were next to my ear. "I want your father to know he isn't the only one you call Daddy." 

My lips started to tremble, my loins were burning through my tightly squeezed legs. "You shouldn't be saying this. You have a fiancé. You're my boss, it's wrong." I whispered through the desire. 

"Mmm." He groaned. "I don't care that I'm your boss. I don't care that I have a fiancé. I just want to get you out of my mind." 

"How do you plan on doing that?" I asked in a small whisper. 

"What do you think I should do?" His voice lowered an octave, I clenched my legs again trying to control the throbbing. His deep brown eyes were almost pitch black with desire. "What should I do to you, Marley?" The huskiness in his voice made my stomach clench again.

"I-I don't k-know." I stuttered. He took one of his hands away from the chair and brushed my hair away from my face. His thumb brushing my cheek. He slowly trailed his hand down my neck, down my chest, finally stopping at my thigh. I moved my hand down to my dress and tugged at it, pulling it down as far as it would go. He looked down at my hand and saw my hand wrapped tightly around the hem of my dress.

"What are you hiding that I can't see?" He asked with a devious smirk. He brushes his fingertips along the hem of my dress and curled his fingers underneath it. He slipped his hand under my dress and pushed it further up my stocking. I let out a loud gasp when his hand reached the bare skin on the top of my thigh close to my panties. His fingertips brushed my panties making a small moan escape my lips. His smirk grew. "That's what you're hiding from me."

"No, no, no. Y-You shouldn't t-touch me there. Y-You have a fiancé. She'll be home within the week. Don't c-cheat on her. Not with m-me." I can't lie, I do want him to touch me. It feels like my body is on fire, like a hundred butterflies are nesting inside my stomach. 

"I can smell you from here, love. It's so strong I can almost taste it. And it's all for me." The desire in his voice was evident. He moved his hand and brushed his fingertips along the hem of my panties, his fingers moved past the barrier that kept the forbidden area away from his hold. His fingers brushed my clit and that was when I finally awoke from the trance I was trapped in.

"No." I immediately pulled away and abruptly stood from my chair. I could see a wet mark on the chair which had come from the perspiration from my thighs. I felt my legs hit the corner of the table behind my chair. 

"I won't allow myself to lose my dignity and my pride to some cheating bastard. You have a fiancé, and I don't know if its just me but I know that if my fiancé was willingly going to cheat on me then I wouldn't be happy. I don't know if you two have some sort agreement, like giving each other some sort of hall pass, but what I do know is that I don't want to be involved with something like that, and especially with you, someone who - if you haven't forgotten - is my boss. I won't allow myself to stoop so low. So I will take my leave and I will forget any of this ever happened, you should too."

I turn to the door and open it with all of the strength I could muster. 

"Marley?" I turn around, instantly regretting my decision to turn back. "Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, and what I want, is you. Sleep with one I eye open, you never know when I will decide to claim what's mine." 

"What's that saying us British people use a lot?" I let out a small laugh. "Wait I got it." A smile placed itself on my face. "Fuck off." And with that, I took my leave.