Maid

12🧹

Emery eyes fluttered open thanks to the morning sun. When she tried to move she realized that there was a weight on her chest. A heavy ass weight. She looked down to see auburn locks spreads across her, and large tattooed arms keeping her in place.

Last night flooded into her memory like a ocean wave hitting the surface that would be her mind. Emery had no words, she was in shock. She thought last night was a figment of her imagination something she made up.

But the soft snores of her boss said otherwise. He smelled like her, and her of him. Emery slowly untangled herself from Silas, making sure not to wake him. She crept into her bathroom shutting the door. Immediately she noticed the glow of her skin and the look pure satisfaction on her features.

She couldn't help but smile. She took off her clothes making sure to be careful since her body was sore. She hadn't even noticed the marks on her inner thighs. The man had marked her, and left bruises.

Emery was smiling from ear to ear now. She had—had boyfriends but never had a man mark her body. Especially during sex. But her body count was barely 3, and the first one wasn't one she was proud to claim in any way shape or form.

Turning on the shower she gave the water a moment to warm to her liking. Stepping in she washed away her dirty deeds of last night. If Piper had heard of her little freaky deaky scene she would be applauding her.

She laughed to herself, she couldn't believe she really slept with her boss. Not only that, but she didn't feel ashamed at all.

Grabbing her scrubbing net, she exfoliated her skin. 

Silas rose from the bed like the dead. He hated mornings with a passion. He was a night owl definitely. He looked over the bed and realized his girl had went missing.

Throwing the sheet over the side he stood, locating his trunks he threw them on. He headed towards the sound of running water, opening the door he found who he was looking for.

The shower glass was steamed but it still revealed enough. His dick grew hard all over again. He listened as she hummed, it brought a small smile to his face.

She hums in the shower, how cute... he thought happily. Badly he wanted to interrupt, go in, bend over her over to the gods. Pound her tight pussy till she begged for him to stop. The idea of handcuffing her to the ceiling, while he ate her out sounded fun too.

The Dominant in him was easing to the surface and he had no control over how it showed itself. The water shut off, and a freshly washed Emery exited. She jumped at the sight of him.

"G—Good-morning sir" she greeted shyly. "Morning" he greeted back. "You look refreshed" Silas instantly noticed the glow around her.

"Thank you Silas" his named rolled off her tongue smoothly, he loved it.

"I should probably get dressed, and get ready for wor—"

"How would you like to take the day off" Emery froze. She was afraid this would happen. "Look Silas, I enjoyed last night but you know that this job is my livelihood and I can't a—"

She was cut off by his lips on hers. He gripped her ass hoisting her up into his arms. Emery couldn't help but grin. He sat her on the counter admiring her beautiful body.

"I know your sore, I can see the bruises I left" Emery blushed at he touched her. "I just wanted you to get your strength back and maybe take a little rest" he said removing a strand of hair from her face.

She could use a lot more sleep and maybe a actually soak instead of a shower. But she had to work. "What about my job Silas. I don't want this" she motioned between them.

"To mess up this job, I can't afford it" he nodded understandably. "I'll be working from home today. So I'll be around. You can do some chores the rest I'll handle" he said hoping she wouldn't argue.

Emery wanted to argue so damn badly. But the way he was stroking her thighs and peppering kisses on her neck. He had won her over.

Emery knew she wanted to take it slow, but she could easily tell that they were gonna be moving fast. Too fast for her liking. Silas left her to get changed, telling her to wear something comfortable, and no uniform.

When she tried to argue he used his skills in communication to shut her up. She threw on a short sleeve pants set with flared bottoms. She added her crocs for extra comfort.

Deciding to let her hair down, brushing out the shoulder length locks. Emery brushed her teeth, applied deodorant and some perfume.  She walked across the familiar path to the house, as she came into view she could see Ace at the patio door soaking in the sun.

"Satan" she greeted as she slid open the doors. Ace cocked his head at her before walking away. Shaking her head she went into the kitchen, there was already food out. She recognized the familiar smell.

It was Panera bread. Two BLT sandwiches with avocado sat on a plate, with what looked like strawberry lemonade. A small note attached to the side.

Had to go out for a bit, I'll be back soon. Promise me you'll relax, sweet girl.
- Silas

Emery smiled, appreciative of his efforts. Confused though, he had told her that he would be working from home so where did he rush off too. She sat at the island, taking a sip of of the refreshing drink.

As she ate, all she could think was how she hoped this wasn't a mistake. Or end badly. She loved her job, surprisingly. And the lady thing she wanted was to lose it over a fling.