DOMINANT DESIRES

Lisa's POV

I had come to the mansion, for an interview, not this. Not to be aroused by a strange man. This was not right.

My brain was screaming at me to run, but my body had a mind of its own.

It was as if I was under a spell. I was transfixed to the spot I knelt. And then, before I knew what was happening, the man sat up and leaned towards me.

He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes.

"I didn't know you were going to be this beautiful." He said as he caressed my pale cheek.

"If I knew that you were this beautiful, I would have paid a whole lot more for you." He continued to speak.

I swallowed. It was obvious that he was talking about a s*x worker and I wasn't that. It was also obvious to me that I was in the wrong room.

Sh!t. I had suddenly remembered.

Henry, the butler, had told me not to enter the room on the right, because it was the owner's private room.

My head was spinning as I realized my mistake.

I was in Mr Jackson's private room.

The man in front of me was Mr Jackson, and he thought I was one of his 'very private guest.'

What was I supposed to do now?

I was terrified and excited at the same time.What would he do if he found out I wasn't the person he had been waiting for? Would be mad?

Obviously!!

He would probably fire me before I could even say hello. And he would definitely not pay the price for my mother's treatment.

"You look scared." He said, as he gently stroked my cheek.

His touch was gentle, but his words made me feel like a deer caught in the headlights.

I couldn't move. My body was frozen.

He was right though. I was scared. Terrified. But somehow, his touch made me feel safe and protected.

I had never felt like this before. It was a strange feeling. A wave of pleasure rushed through my body.

I didn't know what to make of it. I was a complete mess.

I was about to confess that I was in the wrong place, but the look in his eyes stopped me.

"Have you done this before?" He asked me.

"D-Done…Done what?" I stammered. I was on my knees, looking up at this hot stranger.

My mind was racing.

He was so handsome. So muscular. And yet, I felt no fear. I didn't feel threatened at all.

He chuckled and smiled.

"You know what I'm talking about, Don't act so innocent." He said.

"No…I don't." I muttered and shook my head.

Of course, I didn't know what he was talking about. I wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place.

I didn't come here for any s*xual activity. I came to the mansion for an interview.

I opened my mouth to speak. To tell him that I was not a s*x worker, or whatever he had thought I was.

But before I could say a word, he cut me off.

"It's okay, baby. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm not going to hurt you. You might feel a little pain." He said and reached for the bedside table.

I gulped. Pain? Why would there be any pain?

My eyes were fixed on the bedside table. He took one of the whips that laid there and started to run the tip of it over my skin.

"Oh..." I whimpered.

The feeling of the leather on my skin made me shiver with anticipation.

It was as if my body knew what was going to happen next, even though my mind didn't.

My breathing became labored as the whip trailed down my neck, across my collarbone and then on my chest.

Then he reached out with his other hand and held my cheek. His fingers trailed my lips, parting them gently.

Then, he traced the line of my jaw.

My breathing was shallow and quick.

His hand moved down and stopped on the nape of my neck.

"You're trembling." He whispered. "Why?"

"B-Because…" I started to say, but stopped.

I didn't want to lie to him. And yet, I couldn't tell him the truth either.

If I did, he would probably get mad at me. Throw me out of his house and I would never get the money to save my mother.

This was so complicated

So, I said nothing. I just nodded and closed my eyes. It was hard for me to think straight when he was touching me.

He looked at me, his eyes searching mine.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

I shook my head.

The whip had made me so wet. The leather felt good against my skin.

My heart was pounding in my chest. It was hard for me to think straight when he was touching me.

"Don't be afraid." He said, and pulled me into a kiss.

My eyes snapped open. His lips were soft and warm, and he tasted like peppermint.

His tongue brushed against mine, and I moaned.

Oh My!

The kiss was indescribable. It was passionate and tender. His hand went to the back of my head, pulling me closer.

I lost myself in the moment. My mind was filled with thoughts of him, and I wanted him more than anything.

He kissed me deep and hard, like he couldn't get enough of me. His tongue rolled out over my bottom lip as our tongues tangled together. I moaned into his mouth and he let me continue.

Why was he such a good kisser? And why was my brain shutting down?

I knew that this was wrong. I knew that I should have stopped him from kissing me. He was the owner of the house. My employer and I let him kiss me. The maid that he was about to hire.

What the hell was wrong with me?

The kiss was intoxicating. It felt so right.

It was perfect.

His lips, his touch, his taste. Everything was perfect. And the way he kissed me was making me forget everything.

I was forgetting where I was and who I was.

All I could think about was him and the pleasure he was giving me.

"You're perfect." He moaned as he continued to kiss me.

My head was spinning. My body was on fire. His hand moved to the hem of my dress, and he started lifting it.

No. This wasn't happening. I couldn't let this happen.

"Stop." I said, pulling away from his embrace.

My heart was racing, and my lungs were struggling to breathe.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "Why are you so scared? Didn't I tell you that I would never hurt you?"

His voice was calm, but there was a hint of irritation in it. I was making him angry.

"Didn't the agency tell you anything about me? Anything about my needs?" He asked.

I shuddered at his words. Hearing him say 'needs.'

It was so sensual.

"I can't." I stammered. "We can't."

His eyes were dark and intense, and they seemed to burn through my soul.

"Why not?" He asked.

He leaned towards me, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

Oh God! His breath, his scent, it was driving me crazy. He was so close. I could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"I-I'm not…." I was about to speak when the door flew open.

"Mr Jackson. That's not the woman you ordered. That's the maid." I heard Henry's voice.

I turned around sharply and saw the butler standing by the door.

He was frowning, and his face was flushed with anger.

"Get up, Lisa. Get up right now." Henry shouted at me.

I got up quickly and straightened my dress. My hands were shaking.

I was so scared. I didn't know what to do.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I could feel my heart sinking.

"What are you doing here? You're not allowed to enter this room." Henry said.

His voice was hard, and his eyes were narrowed.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I thought..." I stammered.

"You thought what?" Henry asked. He moved closer to me and glared at me.

"How dare you? How dare you intrude in Mr Jackson's private room?" He said.

"I-I'm sorry." I repeated. My lips trembled as I spoke.

"Please. I didn't mean to…" I was trying to explain. To apologize but Henry cut me off.

"Get out. Get out now." He shouted at me.

"But, the job…. The interview..." I started to protest, but he cut me off.

"There will be no job for you. No interview. Now, get out of here before I throw you out myself." He growled.

I looked at Mr Jackson, his eyes were still locked on mine.

There was a weird expression on his face. I couldn't decipher it, but there was definitely something dark in his eyes.

"Go. Go, now." Henry said again.

He grabbed my arm and pushed me out of the room. I stumbled and almost fell.

"Please, Mr Henry….Mr Jackson. Let me explain. It was a mistake. Please." I cried.

I tried to turn around, but the door slammed shut. I heard the lock click.

Oh My. What was going on? What had just happened?

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could barely breathe. My knees were shaking, and my hands were trembling.

I couldn't believe what had happened.

What had I done?

This was a disaster. My hands were shaking, and my legs felt like jelly. I was angry at myself.

How could I have made such a big mistake?

It was all because of the damn doors. Why were they both so identical?

I should have knocked on the other door, the left one.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. It was no use. I was beyond humiliated.

Also I should have walked out immediately, as soon as I realized that this was the private room of the owner.

But how could I?

He was so handsome and his eyes, his scent, his voice, it all drew me in.

My mind was a blur, and I felt sick. I couldn't think straight. All I could do was replay the events over and over again.

Seeing him in that state, naked and hard. His touch. His kiss.

'Ugh.' I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

This was bad.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. My hands were shaking.

Okay. What now?

I had to do something. I had to apologize and try to fix this.

I remembered my mother. I needed this job. I needed the money.I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and my throat was closing up.

I was about to cry, when Henry stepped out of the room.

His face was expressionless, and his voice was cold.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mr Henry." I began to beg. "I didn't mean to enter that room. I swear. Please don't kick me out. I need this job. I really do. My mother is sick. She's dying. Without this money, I can't afford her treatment. Please, please, please don't kick me out." I cried.

Tears fell from my eyes, and my voice trembled.

"Please. I'll do anything. Anything." I said.

My face was wet, and my chest ached.

I was sobbing.

The butler frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What you did was completely unprofessional, Miss Lisa. Do you understand that? Do you understand how embarrassing it was for Mr Jackson, who had been waiting for the person he had ordered, and he got you instead? You, a simple, poor maid." He asked.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear. Just give me another chance. Please don't kick me out." I pleaded.

Henry shook his head and sighed.

"I'm not going to kick you out." He said.

My eyes widened.

"Really?" I asked.

Henry nodded.

"Yes, really. Mr Jackson told me to hire you, which is surprising, considering the fact that he's usually very strict and uptight." He said.

"Mr Jackson said what?" I was shocked.

"He wants you to work for him. You've been hired." Henry said, sternly.

My eyes grew wide.

"What?…I…" I was too stunned to speak.

I could feel the tears starting to well up again.

"Oh, thank you, Mr Henry. Thank you so much. I won't let you down. I promise." I sobbed.

I threw my arms around the older man and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you. Thank you." I cried.

Henry was shocked, and he quickly pushed me away.

"Don't be so silly, miss. Don't you ever hug me again. Is that understood?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Good. Now, wipe your face and compose yourself." Henry said.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

"Okay. I'm ready." I said.

"Now, You're very lucky that you were hired. But if you do something like that again, I will not hesitate to throw you out. Do you understand, Miss Lisa?"

I nodded.

"Yes. Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise." I replied.

"Good. Now, follow me." Henry said.

He turned around and began to walk

towards the other side of the hall.

There was an elevator there, which surprised me because, why didn't he let me use it earlier.

Why did he make me climb all those stairs, when the elevator was right there?

The question lingered in my mind.

"Wait. Why did you let me climb those stairs? If the elevator was right there, then why?" I asked.

"You're new here, Miss. You have to prove your worth and earn the privilege of using the elevator."

My eyebrows shot up.

"What? How?"

"By not doing something stupid like you did earlier."

"Oh. Okay." I mumbled and bowed my head.

I felt my cheeks burning.

"I'm sorry, Mr Henry." I apologized again.

Henry didn't reply, instead he pressed the button, and the doors of the elevator opened.

I followed him inside, and we went up. I stood beside Henry. I was too scared to say anything.

When we reached the top, the doors opened, and Henry led me down a hallway.

There was something different about this hallway compared to the rest of the mansion. It was brighter and more modern. The walls were white, and the floor was polished hardwood.

It was also quieter. I couldn't hear any noises. There was also portraits of various people hanging on the wall.

"Who are those people?" I asked, curiously as I stared at the portraits.

"Mr Jackson's ancestors." Henry answered.

"Oh. They look so nice."

"Yes, they were very successful and powerful. Mr Jackson takes a lot after them."

"Yeah. He must be a successful businessman too. Right? What does he do?" I asked with curiosity.

Henry gave me a stern glance.

"That's none of your business, Miss Smith. All you should know is that Mr Jackson is a very rich and powerful man and with a snap of his fingers, he could destroy your life. Some people call him the devil, because of how ruthless he is. So, I advise you to behave yourself, if you want to keep this job."

"Yes, sir." I whispered.

Geez! Mr Jackson sounded so scary.

It was hard to believe that he was the same man I had seen earlier. The man I kissed earlier.

He was so handsome and passionate. How could a man like him, be so ruthless and cruel?

We walked to the end of the hallway and that was when I realized that this hallway had only two doors.

One at the end, which was closed and the other to the left, which was slightly open.

Henry pushed open the door on the left, and I followed him inside.

"This will be your room, Miss Lisa. Please make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be served at seven. Until then, you can explore the mansion, but remember do not enter the master's private room, again. And also, the room next-door is the master's bedroom. Since you're his personal maid, you're allowed to enter his room, but only when he asks you to. Do you understand, Miss Lisa?" Henry said.

I was too busy admiring the room, to pay attention to what he was saying.

The room, I was in was huge and luxurious. The walls were painted white, there was a king sized bed and a beautiful fireplace opposite it. There was a walk-in closet at one end and a huge TV hung on the wall.

There was also a door at the other end, which I assumed led to the bathroom.

But what caught my attention was the view from the window.

I ran to the window and gasped.

The room overlooked a garden. It was full of roses, tulips and orchids. I could see a fountain and a small lake.

It was breathtaking.

I still couldn't believe it. This was my room.

My room.

The room of a maid. Wow.

"Miss Smith, are you listening to me?"

I turned around and saw Henry staring at me, impatiently.

"Sorry, sir. Yes, yes, I'm listening." I replied quickly.

Henry rolled his eyes and sighed.

"God, you really are a stupid girl, aren't you?" He said.

I looked at him confused.

"What did I do, sir?" I asked.

Henry rubbed his forehead and cleared his throat.

"Nothing, nothing. Just, don't enter the master's private room. Do not talk to him unless he asks you a question. Don't look him in the eye. Just keep your head down and do your job. Do you understand, Miss Smith?"

"Yes sir." I nodded.

"Good. Now, if you have any questions, please come to me." He told me.

"Yes, sir." I replied.

"Alright, Miss Lisa. I'll leave you to it."

With that, Henry left the room.

As soon as the door closed, I collapsed onto the bed.

I still couldn't believe it. I had a job.

I had the job!!!!! A well-paying job. And I didn't have to pay rent.

I couldn't help but smile.

I was so excited. I could finally afford to pay my mother's bills and buy her the medication she needed.

This was great.

But at the same time, I felt a little bit of fear.

Why did Mr Jackson want to hire me? He had seen me. In his private room.

That had to be awkward, right?

"Ugh." I slapped my forehead.

I wondered what was going through his mind, when he saw me kneeling on the ground.

Was he angry? Disgusted? Or did he find me attractive?

No. There was no way. I was a poor maid, with a weird personality. Nobody found me attractive.

Mr Jackson was probably just being nice.

But then again, I couldn't erase the image of his naked body from my mind. Or how hard he was. He was so big also. I wondered if it would fit. The sight of his member was burned into my brain.

He had been so aroused. So, maybe, just maybe, he had enjoyed our encounter.

I bit my lower lip and tried to stop myself from picturing him, but I couldn't.

It was so difficult.

I had never felt this way before.

Why was my brain so obsessed with him? It was ridiculous.

Why was I feeling like this?

I didn't know what was happening to me, but one thing was certain, Mr Jackson had an effect on me.

And I if there was one thing, I swore to myself as I laid on that bed, was that I would never go to his private room again.

Never again. I couldn't.

That room was sensual. It was dangerous.

The leather whips, the chains, the candles. It was a room full of lust.

What did Mr Jackson do in there? Did he have women chained up, while he made love to them? Did he make love or did he have rough s*x?

And did he enjoy whipping them, while they were chained up?

All these thoughts ran through my head, and I blushed.

Mr Jackson's private room was forbidden.

I had to stay away from it.

For my own sanity.