EMILY
I think I was the definition of the word 'Pathetic.'
Seth was going back to his room when I begged him to stay. He took pity on me as usual and agreed.
And now we both lay in bed, him in his boxers and I was in a flimsy nightgown with only a thong underneath but he hadn't made any attempt of touching me.
I'm sure this wasn't such a big deal to him, considering that he'd been with tons of other girls so he was most probably used to casually laying in bed with them.
That wasn't the case for me. Last time I'd been drunk when I'd begged him to stay and I'd fallen asleep, this time I was completely sober.
I pushed my hands inside the covers and ran my fingers over his abs, and then slid down to his waistband earning a gasp. I touched his hard dick through his boxers.
I didn't know the first thing about seducing a guy but that's what I was about to do to keep him here with me.
*~*
SETH
I thought I was dreaming but turns out I wasn't. Emily climbed on top of me, her long lashes casting a shadow over her cheeks.
Dark desire flickered within those depths.
She looked so fucking hot in that expensive silky nightie jacket and a black thong. Her tits were massive and begging for me to touch them. The fabric was parted in the center, giving me a full front row seat show of her cleavage. Her nipples were visible through the satin, round and pebbled.
This was better than my fantasy.
Before I could get a word out, she grabbed for the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, freeing my cock. And then boldly, she took off her thong, putting her wet pussy on me.
I cursed inwardly, grabbing her waist.
She began rubbing her juices against my balls.
"Fuck yesss, Emily!" I growled.
“I like…I like…” she whispered.
“What do you like, baby?”
“I like your big hands on me.”
I grabbed my full breasts and kneaded them, may be added extra pressure. “Like that?”
“Yes!”
She leaned in to kiss me, and we ended up having the hottest kiss, I sucked on her tongue ruthlessly while I held her head in the angle that I liked best.
"Seth, I want you inside me." She whispered in the most erotic way she possibly could. "I want you to fuck me."
"Your dad's room is on the same floor!"
"I'll be quiet." She promised.
She leaned onto my chest, stroking me with her wetness. I knew what this was about. There was definitely the undeniable attraction between us, but also, it was the need for feeding off even the little bit of affection that I'd been showing her. The lack of attention and love from her family was something she sought out in my arms.
Emily didn't need the expensive gifts, or any formalities, all she wanted was unconditional love and care.
Well, she wasn't the only one feeding off of me, I was doing the same with her.
"Seth..." She murmured.
My body bucked without me even realizing it, my vision turning black for a moment and a ribbon of cum spurted out and onto her body and hands. I rode the aftershocks of my orgasm, my heart drumming against my chest.
She stared at the mess I'd made on her and laughed. "Um...
I groaned, "sorry, I couldn't hold out for long, not with you looking so sexy and grinding against me like an A-listed actress from a porn movie."
She blushed and laughed even harder.
"wait, you didn't really reenact something out of a porn clip, did you?"
She had the audacity to look guilty. "There are a lot of clips with a mistress and a housekeeper sneaking off to do this." She giggled, "I thought it would be fun."
I knew she was only kidding but the irony of it was going to put a damper on my mood.
I would always be her dirty little secret.
I reached for the tissue boxes to clean myself, feeling a little pissed because this ‘let's keep it behind-closed-doors rule was biting me in the ass. Hiding my disappointment, I flipped her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "Let me return the favor."
I pulled her thighs apart and when my mouth covered her pussy, she began making those noises that I loved. I licked her folds from bottom to top, slowly, not leaving an inch unexplored, drawing out the torture.
"Oh my god..."
I sucked on her bud hard and stopped to look up. "Like that?"
"If you stop, I'll kill you!" she scolded.
"Yes, ma'am." I lapped onto her hungrily, the sounds of my licking filled the room.
I moved up to her breasts because I had a feeling, they were lonely, and my finger slowly went down to her opening where I plunged into her ruthlessly.
Something about what we were doing was so wrong yet felt right. Me being a housekeeper, finger-fucking the daughter of my employer under his roof in her bed. This was all kinds of taboo and fuck if I gave a damn.
Emily screamed her release and I clammed my other hand on her mouth, looking up at her to glare in a warning sign. "Your father is one door down from this room! What the hell are you thinking, babe? keep it down!"
I don't think Emily was on Planet Earth, and she was talking gibberish, an alien language and not making any sense.
She spread her legs wider, "I need more."
I added two of my fingers inside her warm pussy, fucking her hard with them until she was trying to meet my fingers with her hips, moaning and squirming, asking, no scratch that, demanding me to go faster. I was confused if I was showing her love or punishing her. I had no clue about future but at this moment, she was mine. I couldn’t stomach the thought of someone else doing this with it.
She was a sight to behold. Her dark hair fanned over the pillow, completely bare and at my mercy. Her voluptuous curves all mine to partake.
I would never allow her to be anyone else's. Not those smiles, those laughs, tears, her pleasure. It was going to be mine. Even if I was trying my best to compartmentalize my thoughts, I knew what I wanted.
I pulled my hand from her mouth when she screamed her release again. There was a loud thumping sound on the door which made us both freeze.
I just had a feeling that one of these days we were going to get caught, I had no idea it was going to be now.
"Emily? Are you alright? I heard some sounds."
The horror on Emily's face told us we were screwed.
"Uh...it's nothing daddy, that's just...that's...Chanel making a ruckus."
Chanel turned around in her cat tree and glared at us as if saying 'dafaq did I do? Stop lying'
I doubled over with laughter but I was smart enough to be silent as I started putting on my clothes with speed.
"Oh, I see." He said in a lazy mono-tone, "Well, ask Chanel to keep it down."
We heard his steps retreating and Emily stared at me with a gaping mouth. "Did he just thought I was masturbating?”
I chuckled. “Maybe?”
“How am I going to face him tomorrow morning?"
Emily threw a pillow at me because I couldn't control my laugher. "Go and tell him he's got it wrong, that Seth was having dessert.”
"You're such a jackass! I hate you!"
"No, you don't, you love me!" I blurted out.
"Yeah. I love you."
I felt my heart doing somersaults, and I was about to say that I loved her too. God, I was a complete simp for this girl.
"I mean, I love the way you make me feel." She quickly backpedaled.
I hoped she didn't see the disappointment on my face.
"Me too."
There was the awkward silence in the room, I felt like a brick wall was forging between us, making it harder to convey our real feelings to each other.
I knew the fact that if Emily was someone else if Emily was a girl from a normal family like mine, I would be telling her how much I loved her because that's exactly what I knew my feelings were.
Wordlessly, I slipped into my t-shirt and pulled on my jeans. Without meeting her eyes, I said, "It's not safe for me to stay in your room tonight. I'll get out of your window."
"No, you're not. It's a long and dangerous drop. You'll get hurt." She scolded me, "wait here."
She pulled on her satin robe, tied the stash, and walked out of the door. She made sure her dad's bedroom door was closed when she signaled for me to leave.
One look in the mirror told me everything. I looked like I'd been mauled, my neck had a hickey that I was gonna have to figure out how to hide. Emily's lips were pink and swollen from when I'd been kissing her, her hair tousled with the way I'd gripped her.
I started to leave when she stopped me, went up on her toes, and placed a kiss on my lips.
She batted her eyes shyly, "so when do we do it?"
"Do what?"
"Sex. When can we have sex?"
She was bolder than I gave her credit for.
I chuckled, "I'm thinking of torturing you a little longer."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Are you sure?" I teased her, pushing a loose lock of hair out of her face, "Soon, but it can't be in this house."
"Then where?"
"Let's decide that later." I winked, "If I have managed to complete my butler duties for tonight to your satisfaction, may I take your leave, Miss?"
She laughed, "Yes, housekeeping staff, I have no use of you now, you may head back to your quarters."
I slipped my hand to her butt and squeezed, "see you later. Call me if my services are needed."
"I sure will."
Holding the shoes in my hand, I took the stairs down slowly. The last thing I needed was for Diego to wake up and catch me red-handed leaving his daughter's room.
*~*
EMILY
The next few days passed by in a blur of school, homework, and a lot of mindless worrying from my side.
Seth and I barely spent any time together. He hadn’t kissed me since the night of my birthday dinner when we fooled around.
With a game coming up with a rival school team, he was usually super busy and dog-tired by the time he got home. Even with all that, my man still managed to cook dinner. It was getting to him, I could tell. His eyes looked tired than usual.
Every time he passed me in school, he gave me heated stares like he couldn't wait to get me in bed but it never happened because as soon as he got home, he hit the bed. ALONE.
I was trying to be patient and not a horny girl who wanted to get laid. On Saturday, I asked him if he wanted to go out of town for a movie and he denied it subtly, telling me that he had some essay to write.
And that was completely okay! I was always up for studying together, having our books lined up side by side, ordering a pizza or something and sneaking glances, and some flirting, and squeezing a bit of homework between all of that.
He never came home that night which lead me to believe Seth had made up that excuse about the essay because he had somewhere else to be.
Was he losing interest in me?
Seth was a No-bullshit kinda guy, he wasn't the type of jock to play games and yet I felt like a rabbit with a dangling carrot in front of me. Every time I reached for the carrot, he pulled the string away.
Snap out of it, Emily! Seth likes you, really really likes you. This has to be a misunderstanding.
It was late afternoon; I was working on my homework in the little café near to the school. I ordered my favorite white chocolate mocha iced coffee, low-fat milk, and a pump of hazelnut. I always ordered that drink even if I was freezing my butt.
There was a notification for a text message. I did a little happy dancing assuming it was Seth until I saw the screen. Well, it wasn’t Seth but I was still doing the happy dance.
Indie: I’m coming home to meet you soon, baby-doll ;)
“That would be four dollars and twenty-five cents.” The barista told me in a monotone.
“Right, just a sec.” I dug inside my bag for my wallet and to my horror, it wasn’t there.
I’d changed my bag before coming to school to match it with my outfit. The wallet was sitting in the Hermes bag at home.
I sighed. This was embarrassing.
“I’ve got this.” A chirpy voice said from behind me, placing a five-dollar bill on the table.
“Hey, thanks.” I turned around to see who my savior was.
It was Skylar. I had to crane my neck to look up at her.
“Are you free right now? I was hoping we could have a little chat.”