Leonardo's POV
What just happened?
The whole incident felt like a dream.
A crazy dream. I still couldn't understand how it had happened.
Jerry had explained everything though. That the woman who had walked in earlier wasn't the woman I paid for. That she was the new maid.
I had just kissed a maid! I had actually kissed her, and touched her, and enjoyed it.
Her lips, her soft skin, her sweet smell, it was driving me insane.Her kiss was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was pure bliss. It was so addictive.
And the way she moaned and squirmed beneath my touch. It was amazing.
I could still taste her on my lips. Her soft, sweet, delicious lips.
But why?
Why was I feeling this way? Why was I having this intense feeling of obsession over her? What was wrong with me?
I was Leonardo Blakes. A multi billionaire. I was rich, powerful and could have any woman I wanted. I had a reputation to uphold.
And yet, here I was, lusting over a maid. A lowly, uneducated, common maid.
Why?
I had been with a lot of women. Women would have died to be with me. They would have killed to get a chance to spend one night with me.
But I had never felt anything for them. Never. They were just a means to satisfy my sexual urges. Nothing more.
You see, I didn't have pleasure like a normal man. I had an unusual desire.
I didn't want a loving and caring partner.
I didn't care about love. Never understood it.
My heart was cold and dark. There was no space for love. Love was for fools.
What I wanted was a who would fulfill my desires. That was the only way I could feel pleasure.
And not just any type of desires.
I had specific desires, and the women I paid for, had to satisfy them.
That was why they were hired. They weren't s*x workers. No, they were just women, who wanted to earn a bit of money, by satisfying a wealthy and powerful man, like myself.
And in return, I would give them money. A lot of money. This was how it worked. This was what I wanted. This was how it had always been.
I loved the whips, the chains, the pain, the candles, the darkness. It was my way of getting off.
And it worked. It was the only way I could experience pleasure.
But today, with that maid. It was different.
Everything felt so real, so raw, so passionate.
We didn't even do anything. Just the kiss and the touch was enough to make me want more.
But why?
I had never felt this way before. Not once.
Maybe, it was because, she was new.
Yes. That had to be it. It was all a novelty.
Soon, this would pass, and I would forget about her.
Yes. That had to be the reason. There was no other explanation.
I couldn't be attracted to a maid. No.
I had never felt attraction. Only lust.
Yes. Lust. That was all. Just lust.
I was still deep in my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." I said.
Jerry stepped inside.
"Your guest is here, Mr Leo. I escorted her myself to avoid any mistakes. And I sincerely apologize, again, for what happened" Jerry told me.
"I told you, it was okay, Jerry. I'm not mad. Hope you didn't fire the maid, though." I said.
"Oh, no. Not at all, Mr Leo. She has been hired. She's in the room next door to yours as you requested. She will be your new personal maid." Jerry replied.
"Good. You can leave now. Ask the guest to come in, please." I ordered.
"Of course, sir." Jerry bowed and left the room.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself.
This was it. The woman I was waiting for earlier.
I leaned back and waited. My desire will finally be satisfied.
The door opened and the guest entered the room.
She was young beautiful woman. She was a tall, with long brown hair, blue eyes and red lips.
Just the way I liked them. She was sophisticated and her makeup was perfectly drawn, especially the red lipstick on those plump lips of her.
I imagined those lips on my skin. Yes, this was the woman I had been waiting for.
Not some stupid maid.
The woman was wearing a black silk robe that hugged her body tightly and accentuated her curves.
She smiled seductively at me and began to slowly take off her robe. I watched as the robe dropped on the floor, revealing her naked body.
She was beautiful.
Her body was perfect. Her hourglass figure and firm a*ss were amazing.
She was the epitome of female beauty.She was everything I wanted.
Yet, I didn't feel anything.
No desire. No lust. Nothing.
How could that be? Wasn't she the one I was waiting for?
"Come closer." I said in a cold and irritated voice. I don't know why, but I was annoyed.
The woman obeyed and slowly approached the bed. Her heels clicked against the marble floor. I could see her a*s jiggle as she walked.
It was sexy. Very sexy.
The way she walked, the way she carried herself with so much confidence and self assurance, it was all perfect.
She was perfect.
And yet, I felt nothing. Like it was a waste of time.
"Kneel." I commanded her as soon as she got close to me. I was in a hurry. I needed to feel something. At least, this way, it might be easier to get it over with.
She nodded and knelt in front of me.
I was still naked, but I wasn't as aroused as I was when the maid was in the room.
"What do you want me to do, sir?" She asked in a sultry voice.
Her voice was low and sensual. The kind that would make a man shiver with desire.
But not me. It didn't even cause a ripple in me.
It was like a whisper. A whisper, that didn't stir anything inside of me. It was so confusing.
Why was this happening?
I was a man, a man who didn't need to much to get excited. A man who needed release.
But the truth was, I wasn't feeling anything at the moment. Not a single d*amn thing.
All I could think about was the maid.
Her.
I didn't even know her name but somehow, her image was all that was filling my head.
I could feel myself becoming hard again, just at the thought of her.
How could this be happening? This was a disaster.
If I didn't feel anything, then what was the point of doing this?
The woman kneeling in front of me was already looking at my member.
It was big. She had seen it many times, and she was very familiar with my desires. She knew exactly what to do. What I wanted.
But, I didn't want her. I wanted someone else. Someone who could stir the emotions within me.
But who was this mysterious person?
I closed my eyes and pictured the maid in front of me. Her beautiful face, her gorgeous eyes, her silky hair, her smooth white skin, and most of all, her lips. Those delicious, luscious, and sinful lips.
I imagined her kneeling before me, her soft hand wrapping around my hard shaft, her tongue licking the tip, before engulfing the whole length in her mouth.
I let out a loud groan as I imagined her taking me deep into her throat. Her hands caressing my thighs.
She was moaning softly, as her head bobbed up and down.
I was lost in the fantasy. Lost in the sensation. Lost in her.
But, the reality was, I wasn't alone.
The woman in front of me was still waiting.
Her eyes were focused on my face, searching for any signs of pleasure.
She was confused, worried and a little disappointed.
This was her job. She was supposed to give me pleasure. To satisfy my desires.
But, the truth was, I didn't want her.
I wanted the maid. The stupid, annoying, foolish, and yet, beautiful and desirable maid.
I looked at the woman. Her eyes were filled with concern.
"Get up and leave." I ordered. "I don't need you anymore."
"But sir, aren't we going to have s*x? Why are you asking me to leave." The woman asked. I could clearly see the shock on her face.
"No. No sex. not today. You can keep the money, though. It was nice meeting you." I replied.
"But sir, it's not about the money. You're really handsome and I want to sleep with you. Please. You know I love being with you, Mr Leo." The woman pleaded. Her eyes staring at me.
She leaned forward and started kissing my neck, slowly making her way down.
Her hand slid across my abs and stopped right above my thigh.