Not Even Close
I stuttered, fumbling like a schoolgirl.
“I...I mean, hi. Yeah. Hi.”
“How are you?”
“I’m good... Fine. Thanks.”
“Welcome. Welcome to our house,” he said with that deep voice of his. “You’ve never been here before, have you?”
“No, this is my first time,” I said, flashing him a weak smile, doing everything in my power not to hold eye contact. Not to let him catch me checking him out.
Bella jumped in quickly, clearly trying to get us back on track. “I’m just showing her around.”
But Cyrus didn’t miss a beat. “Sarah, do you mind sparing my wife for just five minutes?”
“Oh…” I turned toward Bella, unsure what to say.
She was red as a tomato. “No, I can’t leave her,” she said quickly. “This is her first time here....she doesn’t know the place.”
“I’m sure she can figure it out,” Cyrus said with another panty-dropping wink.
Bella turned to me, her eyes practically begging for permission. She wanted to go. She just didn’t know how to go.
“It’s fine,” I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be.
Cyrus gave me that smile again, smooth, slow, and dangerous as he began walking down the stairs.
Bella shot me a last look, then called over her shoulder, “The kitchen’s through there. You can ask the maid for whatever you want.”
And just like that, she turned and followed Cyrus up the stairs.
When he reached her, he didn’t even try to hide it, he grabbed her, pulled her close, and then slapped her ass so hard she yelped, giggled, and ran up the stairs ahead of him.
And I just stood there. Frozen. Watching them disappear together, my heart pounding, my cheeks hot, and one thought burning through my chest:
God, I wish I were her.
I walked into the kitchen, repeating the same thing in my head like a broken record, 'Don’t think about what just happened. Don’t think about it.'
But the more I told myself not to, the louder it played. Over and over and over again, like a scene on repeat that refused to fade.
Inside, I found Margaret and another maid I didn’t recognize. Cesar was in his high chair, happily munching on some fruit.
“Hey, little guy,” I said, smiling as I walked over and placed a kiss on his soft, chubby head. God, he was such a cute baby.
Margaret looked relieved. “Oh good, you’re here. I was waiting for Bella to come back, I’ve got a doctor’s appointment. Can you watch him until she returns?”
“Of course,” I said without hesitation.
She gave me a grateful nod and then quickly left the kitchen. The other maid was busy, head down in whatever she was preparing, so I made a little small talk with her, but mostly, I just talked to Cesar.
Except, I’d never been one-on-one with him for this long. And then the screaming started.
Out of nowhere, Cesar threw a fit, screaming, flailing, and crying like someone was trying to kidnap him. I tried to calm him, gently pulling him into my arms to soothe him, but that only made it worse. He arched his back violently, throwing himself backwards, crying even louder.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said, turning helplessly toward the maid.
“Just bring him to me,” she replied without looking up.
I handed her the baby. He stopped shrieking like someone was murdering him, but he was still crying. It wasn’t working. He wanted them. His parents.
“You know what?” I muttered. “Let me just get his parents.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply. I turned and started walking out of the kitchen, heading toward the stairs. I didn’t even know where Bella’s room was, but it didn’t matter. I followed the hallway upstairs, past all the closed doors, until I saw those double doors at the very end, the only ones slightly ajar.
That has to be it. I took a deep breath and walked toward them slowly. My hand lifted, ready to knock... Then I heard it.
A voice.
A moan.
I froze mid-knock, hand inches from the door. And then the air left my lungs because I wasn’t supposed to hear that. Not here. Not now. Not like this.
A low moan sounded from inside the bedroom. My eyes darted to the open door, my brows pulling together.
A woman moaned again, an abandoned, uncontrolled sound full of pleasure. I took a step back
“Please,” Bella gasped out. “Please, more.”
Bella’s moans turned louder, desperate, and then she cried out. I wanted to be disgusted, but my body reacted hearing these sounds.
I pressed my lips together, but I could do nothing about the trickle of wetness between my thighs. From inside, new moans rang out. Bella, followed by deeper, more restrained grunts.
I know I should have drawn back in disgust, but I was utterly frozen.
“Are you wet, Princess? Wet for me?” Cyrus rasped from the bedroom, and a small shiver passed through my traitorous body upon hearing his voice.
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore how good Cyrus's voice made me feel, trying to block the moans growing in crescendo, but my throbbing centre was difficult to forget.
My arms shifted until a thumb brushed the underside of my breast. My other hand slipped under my shirt. Fingertips slid over my skin, higher and higher until they reached my nipple through the lace of my bra.
My lips parted from the sensation.
“Do you want me to stop princess?” Cyrus murmured.
"No! No.... No.... No..... Oh God yes!" Came Bella's unrestrained scream
I was too caught up in the sensation of my fingers on my nipple, too overwhelmed by the moans ringing out from inside the bedroom.
I pushed up my skirt, palm cupping my sex hard, kneading before I wedged a finger under the strap of my thong. I tugged hard and the drenched fabric jerked against my centre and clit. I gasped in surprise and pleasure.
Waves of heat and tingling spread from my centre to every nerve ending in my body. I was getting closer to something impossible, wondrous, mind-blowing. Something I’d never felt, not even close.
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