DOMINANT DESIRES

Xavier's POV

What just happened?

The whole incident felt like a dream.

A crazy dream. I still couldn't understand how it had happened.

Henry had explained everything though. That the woman who had walked in earlier wasn't the woman I paid for. That she was the new maid.

I had just kissed a maid! I had actually kissed her, and touched her, and enjoyed it.

Her lips, her soft skin, her sweet smell, it was driving me insane.Her kiss was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was pure bliss. It was so addictive.

And the way she moaned and squirmed beneath my touch. It was amazing.

I could still taste her on my lips. Her soft, sweet, delicious lips.

But why?

Why was I feeling this way? Why was I having this intense feeling of obsession over her? What was wrong with me?

I was Xavier Jackson. A multi billionaire. I was rich, powerful and could have any woman I wanted. I had a reputation to uphold.

And yet, here I was, lusting over a maid. A lowly, uneducated, common maid.

Why?

I had been with a lot of women. Women would have died to be with me. They would have killed to get a chance to spend one night with me.

But I had never felt anything for them. Never. They were just a means to satisfy my sexual urges. Nothing more.

You see, I didn't have pleasure like a normal man. I had an unusual desire.

I didn't want a loving and caring partner.

I didn't care about love. Never understood it.

My heart was cold and dark. There was no space for love. Love was for fools.

What I wanted was a who would fulfill my desires. That was the only way I could feel pleasure.

And not just any type of desires.

I had specific desires, and the women I paid for, had to satisfy them.

That was why they were hired. They weren't s*x workers. No, they were just women, who wanted to earn a bit of money, by satisfying a wealthy and powerful man, like myself.

And in return, I would give them money. A lot of money. This was how it worked. This was what I wanted. This was how it had always been.

I loved the whips, the chains, the pain, the candles, the darkness. It was my way of getting off.

And it worked. It was the only way I could experience pleasure.

But today, with that maid. It was different.

Everything felt so real, so raw, so passionate.

We didn't even do anything. Just the kiss and the touch was enough to make me want more.

But why?

I had never felt this way before. Not once.

Maybe, it was because, she was new.

Yes. That had to be it. It was all a novelty.

Soon, this would pass, and I would forget about her.

Yes. That had to be the reason. There was no other explanation.

I couldn't be attracted to a maid. No.

I had never felt attraction. Only lust.

Yes. Lust. That was all. Just lust.

I was still deep in my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said.

Henry stepped inside.

"Your guest is here, Mr Jackson. I escorted her myself to avoid any mistakes. And I sincerely apologize, again, for what happened" Henry told me.

"I told you, it was okay, Henry. I'm not mad. Hope you didn't fire the maid, though." I said.

"Oh, no. Not at all, Mr Jackson. She has been hired. She's in the room next door to yours as you requested. She will be your new personal maid." Henry replied.

"Good. You can leave now. Ask the guest to come in, please." I ordered.

"Of course, sir." Henry bowed and left the room.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself.

This was it. The woman I was waiting for earlier.

I leaned back and waited. My desire will finally be satisfied.

The door opened and the guest entered the room.

She was young beautiful woman. She was a tall, with long brown hair, blue eyes and red lips.

Just the way I liked them. She was sophisticated and her makeup was perfectly drawn, especially the red lipstick on those plump lips of her.

I imagined those lips on my skin. Yes, this was the woman I had been waiting for.

Not some stupid maid.

The woman was wearing a black silk robe that hugged her body tightly and accentuated her curves.

She smiled seductively at me and began to slowly take off her robe. I watched as the robe dropped on the floor, revealing her naked body.

She was beautiful.

Her body was perfect. Her hourglass figure and firm a*ss were amazing.

She was the epitome of female beauty.She was everything I wanted.

Yet, I didn't feel anything.

No desire. No lust. Nothing.

How could that be? Wasn't she the one I was waiting for?

"Come closer." I said in a cold and irritated voice. I don't know why, but I was annoyed.

The woman obeyed and slowly approached the bed. Her heels clicked against the marble floor. I could see her a*s jiggle as she walked.

It was sexy. Very sexy.

The way she walked, the way she carried herself with so much confidence and self assurance, it was all perfect.

She was perfect.

And yet, I felt nothing. Like it was a waste of time.

"Kneel." I commanded her as soon as she got close to me. I was in a hurry. I needed to feel something. At least, this way, it might be easier to get it over with.

She nodded and knelt in front of me.

I was still naked, but I wasn't as aroused as I was when the maid was in the room.

"What do you want me to do, sir?" She asked in a sultry voice.

Her voice was low and sensual. The kind that would make a man shiver with desire.

But not me. It didn't even cause a ripple in me.

It was like a whisper. A whisper, that didn't stir anything inside of me. It was so confusing.

Why was this happening?

I was a man, a man who didn't need to much to get excited. A man who needed release.

But the truth was, I wasn't feeling anything at the moment. Not a single d*amn thing.

All I could think about was the maid.

Her.

I didn't even know her name but somehow, her image was all that was filling my head.

I could feel myself becoming hard again, just at the thought of her.

How could this be happening? This was a disaster.

If I didn't feel anything, then what was the point of doing this?

The woman kneeling in front of me was already looking at my member.

It was big. She had seen it many times, and she was very familiar with my desires. She knew exactly what to do. What I wanted.

But, I didn't want her. I wanted someone else. Someone who could stir the emotions within me.

But who was this mysterious person?

I closed my eyes and pictured the maid in front of me. Her beautiful face, her gorgeous eyes, her silky hair, her smooth white skin, and most of all, her lips. Those delicious, luscious, and sinful lips.

I imagined her kneeling before me, her soft hand wrapping around my hard shaft, her tongue licking the tip, before engulfing the whole length in her mouth.

I let out a loud groan as I imagined her taking me deep into her throat. Her hands caressing my thighs.

She was moaning softly, as her head bobbed up and down.

I was lost in the fantasy. Lost in the sensation. Lost in her.

But, the reality was, I wasn't alone.

The woman in front of me was still waiting.

Her eyes were focused on my face, searching for any signs of pleasure.

She was confused, worried and a little disappointed.

This was her job. She was supposed to give me pleasure. To satisfy my desires.

But, the truth was, I didn't want her.

I wanted the maid. The stupid, annoying, foolish, and yet, beautiful and desirable maid.

I looked at the woman. Her eyes were filled with concern.

"Get up and leave." I ordered. "I don't need you anymore."

"But sir, aren't we going to have s*x? Why are you asking me to leave." The woman asked. I could clearly see the shock on her face.

"No. No sex. not today. You can keep the money, though. It was nice meeting you." I replied.

"But sir, it's not about the money. You're really handsome and I want to sleep with you. Please. You know I love being with you, Mr Jackson." The woman pleaded. Her eyes staring at me.

She leaned forward and started kissing my neck, slowly making her way down.

Her hand slid across my abs and stopped right above my thigh.

I knew she wanted me. I knew she was ready to take me. But, I wasn't. Not with her.

Nothing about her excited me, no matter how hard she tried.

"I want you Mr Jackson." The woman whispered. She reached forward and held my member, giving it a gentle squeeze.

But I felt nothing. No feeling at all.

Not even the slightest bit of excitement.

"Please Mr Jackson, Let me…" She tried to speak but I cut her off.

"Enough. Get out!" I yelled.

She flinched a little. She was hurt, confused, and a little angry.

"Sir, please, I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want. I'm here to serve you. I'll do anything you want." She said in a soft voice.

I sighed and looked at her.

"You don't understand. It's not about what I want. It's about what I don't want. And that is, you." I replied.

She blinked a few times.

"But we've done this a lot. I've always satisfied you. I've always given you what you wanted. Why now? What changed? Am I not good enough anymore?" She asked, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

I started at her. I didn't care about her tears. I just wanted her gone.

"Why are you crying? Do you think I give a d*amn? No. I don't. All I want is for you to get out of my house. Now." I snapped.

"B-but, sir..." She stammered.

"Get. Out." I repeated, angrily.

"Sir, please..." I heard her voice again and this time I couldn't control the anger inside of me anymore. The anger and frustration I felt.

"Are you deaf or dull of hearing? I said, get the fck out!" I shouted.

My voice boomed throughout the room.

The woman took a step back and gasped.

She looked scared. Good. She should be scared. I was the boss.

She wasn't in a position to talk back.

I was in charge. And I wasn't the kind of man that liked repeating myself.

"Now." I commanded.

She didn't need to be told twice. She quickly put on her robe, bowed and left the room.

After she left, the room fell into a thick silence.

I was alone again. Alone with my thoughts.

Why? Why did it have to happen to me? Why was I feeling this way? What had changed?

Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was because of work.

No it wasn't that.

I was angry at myself, angry at my feelings.

"Fck!!!" I yelled. I picked up a wine glass and threw it across the room.

"Fck! Fck! Fck!" I continued to scream and yell.

I was so angry. Angry and frustrated.

I couldn't believe what had happened. I couldn't understand why.

Why wasn't I able to get aroused?

I was a man. Men needed release. It was part of our nature.

My hands clenched tightly into fists.

How could a woman, who I just met, cause this much rage inside of me?

Why was I behaving like a complete madman?

"Fck." I muttered under my breath and ran my hand through my hair.

I needed to have a talk with Henry. I needed to know everything about the new maid.

I was going to find out.

Why she made me feel this way. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

And that annoyed me even more. What was wrong with me?

I couldn't stop myself. I needed to know.

It was an obsession. A desire. A desire to be with her. The maid.

A deep burning desire, that I couldn't control. A desire, that would destroy everything. A desire, that was consuming my entire being.

I needed answers. I needed to find out why she had this effect on me.

I quickly got dressed and walked out of my private room and towards the elevator.

My legs tapped against the floor, the sound echoing through the hallway. I reached the end of the hallway and pushed the button for the elevator.

After a few seconds, the doors opened, and I stepped inside.

The doors closed, and the elevator went down.

As soon as it reached the first floor, I stepped out.

I could see my servants scrambling as soon as they saw me. Everyone was afraid of me. They knew better than to get in my way.

I could hear the whispers.

"Mr Jackson is coming."

"Quick. Hide. He's angry."

"He'll fire us if he sees us."

Everyone scurried away like rats, leaving the hallway empty.

I actually loved it. The fear, the respect, the power. It gave me a sense of satisfaction.

And today, I needed that satisfaction. Because somehow, without even trying, the maid had gotten under my skin.

"Henry." I called out as soon as I reached the end of the hallway.

It didn't take long before the old man came rushing towards me.

"Y-yes, Mr Jackson. Is there any problem? I noticed that the guest left quite early. Was there something wrong with her? She wasn't what you wanted?" Henry asked, nervously.

"No. The woman was perfect. Too perfect. That's the problem." I replied.

"Mr Jackson, I don't understand." Henry, asked confused.

"I couldn't get hard. Nothing." My voice dropped low in a whisper.

"Nothing she did, could make me feel anything." I explained.

Henry stared at me. There was a shocked expression on his face.

"What do you mean, sir? You've never had a problem before." He said. Then he gestured towards an office.

"Let's talk about this privately, shall we? I don't want anyone else hearing this." Henry said.

"Of course." I nodded and followed him.

Henry led me into an empty office, and shut the door behind him.

He stood at the end of the desk, waiting for me to sit and speak.

I walked over to the leather chair there and sat. There was a bottle of whiskey by the side and a glass. I poured myself a drink and gulped it down. The burning sensation was a welcome one.

"Tell me everything, Henry." I ordered.

"I'm sorry, sir, but what do you mean, 'everything'?" Henry asked.

"The new maid. I want to know everything. Who is she? Where is she from? What does she do? Everything." I explained.

Henry glanced at me. A puzzled look on his face.

"I-I don't understand Mr Jackson. What does the new maid have to do with our conversation? Why do you want to know about her?" He questioned.

"Because she was the reason, I wasn't able to…."

"Able to?" Henry asked.

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Able to get hard, Henry. I told you." I repeated.

"Oh sorry, Mr Jackson. I apologize for my insolence." Henry bowed and apologized.

"But do you really think the maid had an impact on you. I mean when I walked in on the both of you. It looked like you were quite...preoccupied with her. Like you were entranced by her." He said.

"Then when you asked me not to fire her, even after she intruded in your private room. I couldn't help but wonder if you were smitten with her. You seemed very protective and defensive of her." He explained.

I couldn't believe what he was saying.

Henry was a loyal servant, but sometimes, he talked too much.

"Henry, please, you're rambling. And no, I'm not smitten." I almost yelled.

I knew deep down it was a lie, but I couldn't accept the fact, that a simple, common maid had an effect on me. It was ridiculous.

"I am not in love with her or anything. I just want to know why I couldn't get aroused. Tell me, did the woman do something to me? Is she a witch?" I asked.

Henry shook his head and laughed.

"No, Mr Jackson. Of course not. She's not. Trust me I did a thorough background check on her. And I'm pretty sure she's not a witch." He said.

"Then what's wrong with me? Why wasn't I able to...you know." I asked.

"Well, if you weren't able to get hard, then maybe, you should go and see a doctor. This could be a serious problem." Henry suggested.

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Henry, did you just suggest that I was impotent?" I asked.

"Not exactly, sir. But, if you aren't able to...perform...then it's not good for your health. This could be the beginning of a serious problem." Henry explained.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"Henry, are you kidding me? There's nothing wrong with my health. I'm perfectly fine. You know my sexual health. You know the number of woman I pleasure in a day and how they leave here happy and satisfied." I stated.

Henry nodded.

"Yes, sir, I know." He replied.

"Good. So you know that I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong with me. It was the woman. Something about her." I hit my hand on the table.

"Alright, sir. If you say so. But, just in case, I'll arrange a doctor's appointment." Henry mumbled.

I shot him a glare and he immediately stopped talking.

"So, tell me, about the maid. What's her name?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Her name is Lisa. Lisa Smith. She's from the countryside. A small town. She's the only child. Her father left to be with his secretary. Her mother is sick, cancer, actually. So, she moved here to earn some money to pay her medical bills." He replied.

Henry walked over to a shelf and pulled out a folder.

"Here's her file. She's a hard worker and a good girl. Very kind and polite. She's the ideal person to have as a maid. Though she's a little bit clumsy sometimes but from her recommendations, her other employers loved her." Henry explained.

I stared at it.

There was so much information in it. From her blood type to her education.

Everything.

"Can I have it?" I asked.

"Ofcourse sir. You're the boss." He said and placed the file on the desk.

"Thank you, Henry." I nodded and grabbed the file.

"Now, if there's nothing else, I'd like to return to my duties, Mr Jackson." He asked.

"Yes. Yes. That will be all." I replied.

"Great. Have a pleasant day, sir." Henry bowed and left the room.

I rested my elbows on the desk and sighed.

Why did I have this strange obsession over the maid? What was it about her? Why was she affecting me in this way?

I knew I shouldn't be interested in her.

But I couldn't stop myself. I just needed to find out.

So, I opened the folder and started reading.

I had to know everything. I was determined to figure it out.