Mr Jackson and I were alone, in the dinning hall. Just the two of us.
"I'm so sorry about the shirt." I said pointing at the wine stains.
"I didn't mean to spill the wine on you. I will take it to the laundry room immediately. It won't be a problem, I promise." I added.
"It's alright. It's nothing. You don't have to apologize." Mr Jackson said.
Then he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing his ripped and chiseled chest.
"See. Nothing." He said and tossed it on the floor.
"It's just an ordinary shirt. Not the first time the wine has been spilled on it, and certainly not the last time." He added.
I gulped. I tried not to look at him. But his chest was distracting.
I've seen him shirtless. Three times now.
The private room…the bathroom and now here in the dinning hall.
Three times. And even with that I was still mesmerized by the sight of it.
His muscular arms, toned abs, chiseled chest, broad shoulders, his perfectly-shaped body.
His body was like a work of art. It made me weak.
I guess that's why everyone was head-over-heels for him. It should be illegal to look this sexy.
He was a sin. A sin I should probably stop staring at. A sin I should probably avoid.
Mr Jackson moved closer to me. His hand held my wrist.
I didn't know what to say or do. He was acting strange. It was like I was looking at a different man.
His gaze was intense. It was filled with desire. A look that I had seen before, when we were in the office.
Mr Jackson slowly lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek. His palm touched the bruise, and his fingers gently caressed the wound.
"The guard…he did this to you right?" He asked.
"Yes." I nodded and turned away.
The memory was still fresh in my head. I was trying to forget it, but it kept replaying in my head.
Mr Jackson grabbed my face and forced me to turn back. He was looking at me. His eyes were filled with sadness.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. Sorry for what happened to you. It was wrong. I wish I had come earlier." He said.
His words shocked me. Did he care about me?
I mean, last night heheh he came to my room, he acted like he didn't care. But right now, it was different.
It was like he was worried about me. And the way he was looking at me. I could see the sorrow and pain in his eyes.
Mr Jackson was showing emotion. And, he was apologizing.
Mr Jackson never apologized. That's what the servants and maid had told me. He never apologized for anything. But here he was apologizing to me. Telling me sorry, for something that wasn't even his fault.
This was really weird.
I couldn't tell if he was acting or being genuine. It was confusing.
"It's fine….Mr Jackson. You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything. And besides, it was just a slap. No big deal." I said.
I wanted to say something. He looked like he was about to burst. His face was tensed.
"No, Lisa. It's not just a slap. You have no idea how angry I was. I told you I didn't want anyone hurting you, right? And he disobeyed me. So, I will make sure he regrets ever laying a finger on you." Mr Jackson said, his voice was laced with anger.
"But…" I stammered and turned my face away again.
"But, What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I shook my head and averted my gaze.
This was all so confusing. How can a man show no emotions one day and then act like he cares the next day.
I didn't know what to feel. Should I trust him or not? Did he mean what he said? Or was he lying?
I didn't want to get hurt again. He was making me weak. I wanted him. So bad.
I could feel it. The attraction between us. I couldn't deny it. It was there.
"Talk to me Lisa." Xavier pulled me closer.
My body was pressed against his.
I could smell his scent. His strong manly, cologne. His bare chest. His naked skin. The touch of his skin on mine. It felt so good.
But, I couldn't allow myself to fall for him.
I knew I would get hurt.
"Is anything wrong? Did he do anything else?What did You can talk to me, Lisa. Tell me. What are you thinking?" He asked.
His hand moved from my cheeks to my chin. He raised it, and forced me to look into his eyes.
"Lisa. Speak." Mr Jackson commanded. "Talk to me. Is there anything, you want to tell me. Anything, that you've been dying to say. If there is, just tell me."
His voice was soft. Gentle.
He sounded genuine. Like he really cared.
"It's just…yesterday. Y-You acted like you didn't care. In the room. I know you're my boss and I shouldn't be expecting anything but, I was still shocked. Seeing you act that way, so heartless and cold, it was a lot for me. It made me doubt everything. It made me think, was I really just a servant? Or was there more? I guess, it hurt my feelings. I know, it shouldn't matter to me. You are the master and I am just the maid." I blurted our.
Then I took a step backward.
"I'm sorry for speaking like that Mr Jackson. Please forgive me. I was out of line. And, I shouldn't have said all that. It wasn't right. It was unprofessional. Forgive me. It won't happen again. I swear. Please, don't punish me. It was wrong and disrespectful." I added and lowered my head.
Mr Jackson was quiet. He was still staring at me. There was no response.
Was he mad at me? Was he going to yell at me for saying all that?
I shouldn't have. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
Maybe, he really was acting. Maybe, the way he was acting towards me, was just an act. To lure me. Then, he would use me and throw me away.
Just like every other man. And I was falling for it.
I was an idiot. I was falling for him. No matter how I tried to stop myself from having these feelings. I was falling so hard.
I couldn't deny it. I had feelings for Mr Jackson and it was so wrong. It was a mistake and it was messing up with my mind.
"I'm sorry, Mr Jackson. Can you please forgive me?" I said again.
Still no response.
"Please. I won't speak like that again. Don't fire me." I pleaded, scared of his silence.
Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was he so quiet?
Suddenly, I felt Mr Jackson wrap his arm around me. Then, he pulled me in and hugged me.
I was surprised.
Mr Jackson was hugging me. His strong hands were wrapped around my waist.
He rested his head on my neck and breathed in deeply.
My body tingled. I felt safe. Safe and confused. I didn't know what to think or do.
I was stiff…..frozen. My heart was racing. My stomach was fluttering.
What was happening?
Mr Jackson held me tighter and then he whispered into my ear.
"Shh… It's alright. I'm not mad at you or what you said. There's nothing to forgive. It's alright. Shhh... I'm not going to fire you for speaking your mind." He whispered, soothing me.
I couldn't believe it. He was holding me. Hugging me. His warmth was overwhelming.
Mr Jackson released the hug and held me at arm's length.
Then, he leaned in closer and kissed me.
The kiss was soft. Slow. I couldn't resist.
His lips were soft. Softer than I had imagined. And it felt amazing. It felt so good. My eyes rolled back as he deepened the kiss.
It was gentle and warm.
Oh God! I slid my arm around his neck and pulled him closer.
Mr Jackson held me tight and lifted me off the ground. We were still kissing.
My legs were wrapped around his waist. And, then I felt him. The bulge in his pants.
Mr Jackson was hard. I could feel it.
He was aroused.
The kiss got deeper…more passionate. His tongue entered my mouth and swirled with mine. I was lost in the kiss.
Our lips were still interlocked.
My fingers ran through his hair, as the kiss intensified.
"Lisa." He moaned. His grip around my waist tightened.
Me Jackson held unto me with one hand and used the other to push the dishes off the table.
The sound of crashing and breaking plates echoed through the room.
The dishes fell and scattered all over the floor. But he didn't care. I didn't either.
I was still in his arms. My lips were still connected with his. We were both breathing heavily.
I didn't want to break the kiss. It felt too good. It felt too right.
Mr Jackson was an amazing kisser. He knew exactly how to move his tongue and how to make me shiver.
His tongue entered my mouth, again, and danced with mine.
We were still kissing and sucking, until the lack of oxygen became too much.
We broke the kiss and took a breather.
Our foreheads were touching. My hand was on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It was pounding fast. Just like mine.
My breathing was ragged. So was his.
"Lisa." He groaned, and then kissed me again, this time harder than before.
Mr Jackson carried me towards the table and sat me down on it.
I was sitting on the edge of the table, and he was standing between my legs.
Our lips were still connected. It was an amazing feeling.
Then he pulled away and looked at me. He was out of breath. He was sweating. The room was hot.
I bit down on my lower lip as I stared into his eyes.
Mr Jackson reached out and pulled out the pins in my hair. He loosened my hair.
Then, his hand moved to my bun. And with one gentle pull, my bun came loose.
My hair fell and cascaded down my shoulders.
"You're so beautiful, Lisa. So beautiful. And you drive me crazy." He leaned in close and whispered into my ear.
"I've never felt this way before. I swear to you." He said as he slowly began to trail kisses down my neck.
"Your smell, your smile, the way you talk. Everything about you, drives me insane. I'm obsessed. Obsessed with you." He whispered.
He moved closer and moved his hand to my back. I knew what he was looking for. The zipper of my uniform.
Then, his other hand moved down and slid up my thighs. It was a sensation. It was a feeling that was so new to me.
But, I liked it.
His hands were so big and strong.
And, when his fingers slipped into my underwear, I gasped.
I let out a moan as his fingers touched my inner thighs.
"Mr Jackson." I moaned, and gripped his shoulder.
"Don't call me, Mr Jackson. Call me Xavier." He said.
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XAVIER'S POV
"Don't call me, Mr Jackson. Call me Xavier."
That's what I said. I didn't want her to call me Mr Jackson.
Yes, I was her boss and I demanded respect. But right now, respect was the last thing I wanted. Respect was the last thing I needed.
Right now, I wanted to rip her clothes off. To tie her up in bed and fck the living hell out of her.
I wanted her. So, bad. But I had to take things slow.
She wasn't like the girls I had been with in the private room. I had to introduce her to the type of pleasure I was into.
And we weren't in the private room too. So my options were limited.
There were no whips or chains in the dinning room. No handcuffs or ropes. So, I had to improvise.
I had to make do with what was available.
In this case, the table. But I wasn't sure if Lisa was ready for what I had in mind.
I was planning to fck her on this table. Right here, right now.
I had to make her understand that her body wasn't hers anymore.
Her body was mine. Mine to touch, mine to tease, and mine to enjoy.
Mine to punish. And right now, I wanted to punish her.
Punish her for driving me insane.
For making me crave her. For being with Enzo. For even looking at him. For him touching her. Holding her.
And I was going to punish her with so much pleasure…..
"I…I can't call you your that, Mr Jackson." Lisa's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I had forgotten that she was there. I was too engrossed in the naughty things I wanted to do to her that I had zoned out.
But, she was right there. And I was still touching her. My hands were still running down her thighs.
Her body was so small and fragile under me. And she looked so beautiful. So perfect. So perfect for me.
It made me feel a strange sense of protectiveness. It made me want to keep her safe. Safe and protected from everyone.
Everyone, except me.
"Yes, you can." I whispered as I grabbed the zipper and pulled it down.
Lisa shivered as her back was exposed.
"But..it's unprofessional for me to call you by your first name, Mr Jackson. And I know we are doing this because of the deal we made." She kept on speaking.
Deal?
I didn't even think of the deal. I had forgotten about it.
This wasn't a deal to me anymore. This was different. This was about giving her pleasure. This was a game.
And right now, the prize was her.
I knew that I was the winner, but the only way to know for sure was to have her.
Have her. And make her mine.
Completely and utterly mine.
So, she would never leave me. So, no one else would ever touch her. Especially not that dumb servant Enzo.
Seeing her with someone else after I was done with her, would make me furious.
The thought of anyone else having her, made my blood boil. She was mine.
No one else was going to touch her.
And no one was ever going to steal her away from me.
No one. No one. NO ONE!
"Deal?" I chuckled as I pushed the uniform down her shoulders and tossed it on the floor.
Then, I slowly unhooked her b-ra.
"What are you talking about?" I asked as I stared at her naked body.
The only thing she had on was her underwear.
God! She was beautiful. Her perfect body, her smooth pale skin. It was so beautiful.
She was so beautiful.
I leaned in closer and started trailing kisses down her chest.
"Mmm...what deal are you talking about, Lisa." I moaned.
"Uhhh...Mr Jackson. The deal…. The one we made, the night I left the mansion. That this was a one-time thing." She stuttered.
I smirked and looked up at her. I placed my hand on her thigh and gently squeezed it.
"Ohh.. that deal. I see." I said and then, my lips moved closer to her b-oobs.
"That deal is supposed to happen in my private room. This isn't the private room, Lisa. This is the dinning hall." I replied as I began to suck on it.
Lisa was breathing hard. She was gasping.
Her body was tense and trembling.
"But…Mr Jackson. What…" She tried to speak but her words were drowned out by her moans.
She was too caught up in the moment.
Too distracted.
I couldn't blame her. She was in pleasure.
And I could see it by the expression on her face.
His eyes were closed, her breathing was ragged, her lips were slightly parted and she was panting.
"I told you to call me Xavier. Not Mr Jackson." I said and slid a finger inside of her.
My other hand trailed her parted lips and went down to her neck.
I gently wrapped my fingers around her neck and applied pressure.
She gasped and opened her eyes. Her gaze met mine. I could tell that she was confused. But, there was something else.
Something that I hadn't expected.
Desire. Arousal. Excitement.
She wanted more. More of me.