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Jameson Ch. 02

By: Imalay



Maston helps Cheri up off of the floor, he gets himself dressed and tells her to wait while he leaves to get her one of his own shirts since the buttons to hers are scattered on the floor. She scurries to find her panties and slips them back on under her skirt.

He returns with a crisp cotton dress shirt and helps her to slip it on.

He takes her quietly to the patio gives her a peck on the cheek and fetches their lunch from the kitchen so she does not have to face the other staff members so soon after being caught in their sexual acts. 

Maston returns with a tray of light sandwiches, assorted vegetables with avocado dip and a bottle of white wine. They sit quietly and he tries making eye contact with her but she looks around the grounds as if he were not there while picking at the vegetables. She is embarrassed by the whole thing and is too nervous to look at him.

He is a dangerous man because she is intimidated by him and drawn to him at the same time, like a magnet, his looks, his charm, just the way he looks at her.

He reaches across the table and grasps her hand in his and her body grows all warm inside with this touch.

"My dear Cheri, where are you right now? You seem miles away."

"Sorry." she replies, still looking away. "I'm tired."

It was getting to be late in the day as they spent much of it just sitting outside eating and feeling awkward.

"Shall I show you to your room now?"

"Umm, yes, please, but my bags, they are still at the motel."

"Not to worry Love, we can get them tomorrow."

"But..." she interrupts but he continues, 

"I'll give you something to sleep in tonight."

He stands and takes his napkin from his lap, tosses it onto the table, circles around and helps her up. She looks down at his shirt that she is wearing and giggles as it is far too big for her petite figure.

Taking her by the hand he leads her up the back stairwell to the second floor bedrooms. He pauses briefly to show her his own room as they walk by. She glances in, seeing a very large king sized bed with old world furnishings, very masculine and neat with heavy drapes pulled back from the windows, it is impressive. They continue down to the end of the hallway to what is now her room. It is far away from his and between them are two smaller guest rooms.

"Where do the others stay?" She asks. 

"The others?"

"Yes, the butler and cook."

"Oh, the butler, Franklin, has a suite in the wing off of the kitchen. He has been with me for many years and Julio only comes in on a regular weekday basis. He lives across town with his wife and kids."

"Oh, I see."

He opens the door to her new room. It is a beautiful and very bright room with small pane windows that look over the front grounds that she admired so much on her arrival. Everything is pale lavender and gold and the queen size bed sits high off of the floor. There is a full bath and television and extra towels, just like a fancy hotel, but better.

It's almost as if it was all planned just for her ahead of time. 

"I'll leave you be. I'll bring you something to sleep in very shortly." says Maston.

"Thank you!" 

A few minutes later he arrives with a sleep shirt, one of his of course, and leaves it on the bed, then blows her a kiss and shuts the door behind him.

Cheri showers and pulls the sleep shirt on, climbs up into the bed and as soon as her head hits the pillow she falls fast asleep. 

The next morning she hears knocking on her door and she is startled for a moment trying to remember where she is. Feeling uncomfortable she quietly says,

"Yes?"

"Cheri, it's me, can I come in?"

Pulling the covers up around her neck she replies, "Ummm, yeah, c-come in."

Wiping the sleep from her eyes, the door opens slowly, Maston peeks in.

"Mr. Jameson! Hi!" 

He steps in and sits on the edge of her bed making her feel more awkward.

"Sleep well?" he brushes a few wisps of hair from her face.

"Yes! Yes I did, thank you." 

"Good, good. This morning I have arranged for the driver to take you to pick up your belongings at the motel. So after breakfast we will get you there."

"Thanks Mr. Jameson, but I would rather get ready and go as soon as possible."

"Wonderful, no problem, I'll have Joseph bring the car around. Just come down to the foyer when you are ready."

She smiles as he leaves the room shutting the door behind him. She has little choice but to put on the clothes from the day before, the short plaid skirt and the oversized shirt she borrowed. She ties it at the waist and rolls up the sleeves.

After washing up, and running a brush through her wavy brown hair she dabs on lipstick and mascara she had taken from her purse.

Slipping on her shoes and taking her hotel key she heads for the foyer. Surprised and embarrassed she finds the butler waiting to open the front door for her. 

"Good morning Miss." He said without a change in his solemn expression.

Cheri dips her face down and whispers "Good morning." 

Stepping outside she sees a black Cadillac pulling up and nervously tugs at the bottom of her skirt. The car comes to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and the driver's door opens and out steps a tall blonde man, young and handsome. She was NOT expecting this, feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland, not knowing who or what is just around the next bend.

He gestures for her to come down the steps as he opens the rear door for her. She slides in with the help of his strong hand guiding and protecting her. Cheri's heart is pounding as the scent of his musky cologne fills the car. 

"We have to go to..." attempting to give him her destination,

"I know Miss." he stops her midsentence.

She looks at him in the rear view mirror and he is wearing dark glasses making it impossible for her to see his eyes. He notices her looking at him but makes no gesture, just keeping his strong chin held up and stoic, very professional. She tries not to stare, but he is so handsome with his chiseled face.

The car pulls in and stops in front of the motel. The car door opens for her and his strong hand is again waiting to help her. She feels like a princess as she puts her hand in his and she slides across the leather seat and out the door.

"Thank you...umm... Joseph?"

"Yes Miss."

"Cheri, please call me Cheri."

"Cheri, let me help you get your bags."

"Ummm sure, over here, room 42."

She fumbles for the key and unlocks the motel door. A musty smell fills the old style room looking like they never changed a thing since the 1970's.

The bed had never been slept in all night and standing there with Joseph brought evil thoughts to her head, thoughts of taking him right then and there and imagining his tall, slender body on top of hers.

"DAMN!" she mumbles to herself. "Get a grip, you are a nice girl!"

Joseph hears her mumbles but doesn't make out any words.

"Pardon?" he asks,

"Oh, nothing, I'm just talking to myself."

She chuckles nervously and rolls her eyes in a silly manner. He starts to feel her vibes and finds the situation appealing as well. They reach for the same bag and bump into each other, they laugh and she notices his dark green eyes that have been hiding behind those glasses that are now sitting on top of his head, their eyes meet.

Suddenly he pulls his hand away and tells her to go check out at the office and he will take care of the bags.

She agrees and when she returns he is standing next to the open car door, ready to take her hand once more, only this time he stands closer, taking her hand he gives it a squeeze and purposely brushes up against her breast as she slides onto the leather seat.

Closing her door, he gets in the front and they begin to drive away. She feels her guts turning as she does when she is near Maston.

"What is wrong with me, oh my god?" she quietly mumbles to herself.

She again glances at the rear view mirror and this time he doesn't have his sunglasses on and he catches her looking at him and he grins. She grins back.

"So, Cheri, what brings you to Mr. Jameson's?"

"I just got the maid job, yesterday."

His eyebrows rise, "So we will be seeing a lot of each other then."

"I guess so."

"You had better watch out for that Mr. Jameson, he can be quite the lady's man."

"Oh, you don't say?" I'll remember that."

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Jameson will treat you well. He is a generous man." 

Joseph adds as not to frighten her away from her new employment. Joseph as well as Mr. Jameson would hate for this pretty young girl to get away.

"I'm, I'm sure he is." she says with a smirk on her face.

"Have you been here long?"

"No, I just flew in yesterday."

"So you haven't seen any of the sites?"

"No not yet."

Joseph starts to take a few turns and she doesn't realize anything is amiss as she doesn't know her way around. He continues to get glimpses of her in the mirror and finds her very appealing and sees her glancing back at him in a lustful way. Cheri turns her face away, feeling flushed with embarrassment; she casually looks out the window, watching as things pass by, homes, parks, trees, and more trees.

"Look over there!" said Joseph pointing to the hillside.

"Beautiful!" she replies.

Without a second thought she finds the car is pulling into a side road.

"What are you doing?" she asks with concern in her voice. "Did the car break down? A flat tire perhaps?"

"No, no, I want to show you something." He says coyly.

Shutting the engine off he steps out, then her door opens and there is that hand, only this time it is pushing her further into the car as he slides in next to her shutting the door. She is quite nervous and knows what he wants and finds it odd that he didn't make advances in the motel room when he had the chance. 

"I saw the way you were looking at me in the mirror." he says brushing back her hair. Her logical mind is thinking don't do it, but she doesn't resist his advances. He wastes no time as he runs his hand up her skirt and between her legs, caressing her thighs. Her heart starts to race as she watches his large rugged hands move further and further up her skirt and into her panties.

She moans as his fingers fondle her heat, wanting him badly she lifts her shirt up to her neck without unbuttoning it revealing her bra, he buries his head between her breasts and un-hooks it with his teeth in her cleavage.

Cheri finds his hardness with her hand and tries to unbuckle his belt as this is all moving very quickly. He helps her undo his belt and pants letting out his hardness and he slides her down onto the seat. He pulls off her panties, climbs on top of her with her feet pressed on the ceiling and her head against the door he pushes himself deep into her. She takes his beating, over and over, her head hitting the door, he pounds away at her and she finally lets out a scream as he pushes in deep and cums inside of her.

Her shirt is all rumpled about her neck and shoulders and he kisses and sucks on her breast as he pulls out. They clumsily straighten up, sweating and breathless. She rubs the top of her sore head. 

"Are you Okay?" he asks with a huge grin on his sweaty face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just hit my head."

She thinks to herself what a slut she has become, but it's hard not to resist when you are alone and surrounded by handsome men.

"I am sooo not telling Mr. Jameson about this. Wow Joseph, I don't know what to say." She says embarrassingly. 

"Wow' is good! Ha! Ha! Ha!" he tells her with a bit of arrogance.

"You are just so attractive in that little skirt! What more can I say?"

They both chuckled as he gets out of the car to straighten himself up, tucking in his shirt. Lending her his hand once more, he helps her do the same, but the borrowed shirt she is wearing is now very wrinkled. How will she explain that if anyone sees her, especially Mr. Jameson? Trying to fix up her hair without a comb, she runs her fingers through it, but it does little good.

"I'll let you in the back way when we get to the house. You had better fix yourself up Cheri!"

"I'm trying!" she snips. 

"Don't let Mr. Jameson, or anyone else see you."

"Well that won't be easy!" she snips again, feeling a bit angry with herself for letting this happen.

They finally pull up to the back entrance of the house and Joseph helps her out of the car and rushes her to the back door. Looking in the window he finds it all clear and she scurries in and over to the back stairs only to run into Mr. Jameson on his way down.

"Cheri?? What in the world happened?"

"Well, Sir. I fell."

"Fell?"

"Yeah...you see, I was..." then Mr. Jameson heard the car drive away from the back of the house. "Wait, did Joseph do this?"

"Ummm, you see Sir, I can explain."

That's it. She and Joseph WILL see each other again, only this time in the unemployment line. She feels certain of it. Mr. Jameson heads out the door to confront Joseph who lives in the apartment above the garage. Cheri runs up to her room realizing her bags were still in the car, there is nothing she can do except jump in the shower to wash off Joseph's cologne and sweat and the smell of the heat between them. Nervous as hell, she runs the water as hot as she can stand it and lathers herself up.

Steam is rising in the bathroom and she hears the door slowly open.

"Cheri? Are you alright my dear?"

It's Mr. Jameson. He peeks around the edge of the shower curtain and sees her standing there all lathered and naked with the water running down her skin.

"I'm just fine, Sir."

Now she is finding this to be a bit creepy.

"I had a talk with Joseph and it's Okay."

"Oh. Alright." she says confused as to what Okay really meant.

Then there is a scuffling sound in the bathroom and the curtain opens and in steps Maston naked and ready. She is shocked, soapy and speechless.

"Can we pick up where we left off from yesterday in the library?"

Her mouth wide open and still speechless, he takes the soap from her hands and runs it over himself, bringing it to a lather, then he rubs it over her wet skin, over her breasts and down her belly and down between her legs making her all slippery.

He puts the soap down and rubs his body against hers; wet and slick she starts to get turned on. The steam is thick now and fogs up the room. He turns her around and bends her over; placing her palms firmly against the tile he spreads her legs and enters her. The lather allows his hands to run smoothly over her back and around to her dangling and dripping breasts.

He plays with her nipples and she hangs her head down letting the water run through her hair and over her face. She can see him pounding her between her thighs entering her, in and out, over and over with lather running down their legs, over and over, he is grunting with each thrust.

Cheri spits out the water that runs in her mouth and gasps for air, unable to take her eyes of off his actions. His balls slap her with each stroke into her. He reaches between her legs and she sees his fingers play with her clit, turning her on, spitting out the running water she starts to cry out, pushing herself into him, making him go deeper, she trembles and reaches her orgasm, her knees buckling. Grabbing her by the hips with a hard thrust he climaxes, filling her.

Cheri throws her head back and the water from the shower makes her gasp for air as it runs over her face. He pulls out, dripping with cum, and kisses her softly across her back.

Feeling light headed she pauses before standing and grabs onto the shower bar. He guides her upright, steadying her; gently he turns her around rinsing all of the soap from her body. Taking the shower head down from its bracket, he washes his cum from between her legs and then rinses off himself.

Shutting off the water Maston opens the curtain and steps out, wraps a towel around his waist after quickly drying himself.

"Here," he says as he opens the curtain a bit wider and holds open a towel for Cheri. "Here, my dear Cheri, I'll dry you off." 

She just grins as she has been speechless since he stepped in the shower with her. Her nipples harden as she steps out feeling a slight chill. Her hair drips down her body and drops fall from her breasts to the floor. He wraps the towel around her, patting down her wet skin stopping to kiss her breasts, he hands her a second towel to wrap her dripping hair.

Conveniently Maston has brought two warm, soft and thick white terry-cloth robes with him. Slipping into hers she tightly wraps the sash around her waist.

Still without her luggage in the room he tells her, "I will have your bags brought up shortly."

She just nods.

Opening the bathroom door he takes her by hand he leads her out sitting her on the edge of the bed. Sitting himself down next to her he leans in and kisses her lips. Oh she just can't seem resist him as she leans in closer, they kiss passionately, tongues probing each other's mouths. He sucks on her full lips, running his fingers down her throat and pushing away the robe from her cleavage he is ready again.

Taking her by the arms he has her kneel on the floor before him, opening his robe he holds her head in his hands and moves his crotch closer to her face, he tells her,

"Take me. Take me in your mouth."

She looks up into his eyes and she cannot resist him, she wants to please him. She grabs his hardness with her hand and slides it deep into her mouth.

The towel falls from her head and her wet hair drips down his leg, he slides her robe off of her damp shoulders and her cool hair falls on her back making her shiver. Her nipples harden while they brush against the hair on his masculine legs; her heat becomes swollen and wet.

Cheri reaches down between her own legs, her fingers fondling her clit she pulls away from his cock and begs him to let her up on the bed. Firmly clutching her cool wet hair in his fingers he pulls her back into his crotch and makes her continue taking him, watching how far it enters her mouth.

She thrusts it deep in her throat, moaning and the vibration drives him crazy, she continues to fondle herself, moaning and whining she penetrates herself with her fingers wanting to beg for more she wiggles about.

The next thing she knows is there is a quiet tapping at the door; she jumps but Maston keeps her from pulling away as the door opens. It is Joseph with her bags.

He pauses for a moment, watching the two of them, her kneeling before Maston with his hardness being swallowed up. Joseph puts down her bags, gets a nod from Maston inviting him to join in and quietly closes the door. Joseph unbuckles his belt, pulling it out of his pant loops throwing it down on the bed.

Pulling his shirt off over his body, not a word is spoken. Cheri's eyes are wide at the sight of Joseph stripping while still wrapping her lips around Maston. Maston is glassy eyed and grinning at his control over her.

Joseph comes around the bed, picking up the belt he whips her bottom. She jolts in surprise and tries to come up for air but is still under Maston's control, he does not let her stop taking him. Tears come to her eyes with the pain. Joseph's trousers fall to the floor and he is completely naked, revealing his rippled torso and his hardness.

He peels her robe completely off of her, kneels down behind her and lifts her hips up so she is like a dog on all fours, gripping her hips he thrusts himself into her. Maston lets her pull her mouth off to breathe, stroking her hair and cheek as she looks up at him with her dark eyes. Her face is pushed forward between his thighs with each thrust of Joseph's cock.

Maston sits, stroking himself, watching her expressions until Joseph lets out a loud groan as he cums inside her, her face now buried in Maston's crotch. Joseph pulls out, pauses for a moment to catch his breath, then they both help Cheri up off the floor and toss her onto her back like a ragdoll on the bed. She bounces on the mattress wiping her lips with her fingers. 


Jameson Ch. 02



Maston still has unfinished business with her and Joseph opens the table drawer and takes out hand cuffs and cuffs her wrists to the brass headboard. 

It seems they have done this before as they were in sync with each other. Maston climbs up over her, spreading her legs, bending her knees up while her feet are still planted on the bed, breathless and helpless she doesn't resist.

Joseph kneels just above her head, his balls in her hair, he's squeezes and grabs at her breasts and all she can do is look down and watch what is happening to her. One man at her breasts, the other is between her legs.

She gets more turned on when she sees Maston's face as he teases her clit with his fingers, he has an evil look but not a frightening one. His fingertips go around and around, not quite entering her, but very close. Joseph continues with her breasts, grabbing them in his palms as if he were going to rip them from her chest making them quite sore but she doesn't complain.

Tiring, she tries to straighten her legs down on the bed but Joseph lets go of her breasts and grabs her behind her knees, bringing her legs up high revealing all to Maston at the foot of the bed, allowing him to enter her, he gently slides in and out with his head popping as he exits her. He is so long and hard she can feel it deep inside her.

She tries to squeeze him when he enters; wanting it as deep as possible she lifts her hips to meet him. He watches the ecstasy on her face when he slides into her wet pussy.

Joseph grows hard with his cock just over her face, she lifts her head off of the bed to try and lick it. Joseph moves down over her face making her take his ball in her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue.

Maston gradually starts to pound her faster and harder, she is helpless to the two men above her. Joseph reaches down between her legs and teases her clit while Maston's cock pounds her, she starts to climax with Joseph's sack filling her mouth as Maston pounds and pounds, her chest heaving and her hips up high she clutches the headboard, Joseph pulls his sack out of her mouth, she throws back her head and climaxes into the most intense orgasm giving her his whole length, throbbing, filling her once more with his cum.

"OH MASTER!" she cries out.

Joseph looks puzzled. "Master?" he mumbles to Maston.

Maston has an evil grin, Joseph chuckles as he catches on.

Joseph doesn't stop teasing her clit and she squirms as Maston pulls out of her. Joseph won't allow her to completely come down from her orgasm. Maston crawls up alongside her trading places with Joseph, and kisses her hard, probing her mouth with his tongue and again she squirms, her hips humping the air, she feels Joseph now down between her legs grabbing her thighs and spreading them as he puts his tongue in her heat , lapping the cum from her. She nearly bites Maston's tongue off as she thrusts around. 

Pulling his sore tongue out of her mouth he scorns her "Naughty girl!" and for the bite he pulls her hair, twists her head to the side and roughly sucks the side of her neck.

She starts to throw her legs around as the sensations at both ends drives her insane. Joseph throws her flailing legs over his strong shoulders and sucks on her clit and she moans and groans with passion, squeezing his head between her thighs, wanting it to stop yet wanting him to keep going.

Maston is at her breasts, sucking on them, kneading them. She opens her eyes and her vision is like an L.S.D. trip, colors from the sunlight distort everything around her. She is high. 

Closing her eyes again she concentrates only on what her body is going through and it becomes so intense she stiffens up, arches her back and climaxes like she never thought possible, crying out loudly and uncontrollably thrashing around, Maston kisses her neck tenderly, strokes her breasts and whispers "That's my girl."

Her body drops down twitching and trembling before it begins to relax. Joseph rises up and heads for the sink to wash is face. He never says a word as he puts his clothes back on leaving her alone with Maston.

Un-cuffing her hands from the headboard, her wrist red and a bit cut up he brings them down onto her heaving chest. She is exhausted, her breasts rising up and down, legs still spread apart she moans quietly as she catches her breath. Maston brings up the covers and crawls under with her. He strokes her hair and tenderly kisses her face until she falls asleep and soon, he too, falls asleep.



Jameson Ch. 03-04



Chapter 3

Morning comes and Cheri wakes unaware of how long she had been sleeping, to find out that Mr. Jameson, Maston, had left her bed sometime during the night. While attempting to sit up before getting up out of the bed she feels sore and achy trying to remember all that went on the day before. Finding herself naked and smelling of sex she heads for the shower, not even pausing to glance in the mirror. The water feels warm, but it stings her scalp where her hair had been pulled and on the scratches on her wrists. After a good lather and rinse she steps out and then wipes the dew from the mirror, she takes a look at herself. She touches her neck when she sees a black and blue mark, it's tender.

"A hickey, really?" She chuckles seeing her face blushing in the mirror reflection.

"Oh my goodness." she mumbles while trying to get the knots out of her hair with her fingers. Remembering her bags she dashes out wrapped in only a towel and gathers up some clothes and her make-up case with her brush and comb tucked inside and heads back into the bathroom.

It takes a little bit of time to fix her hair and cover the hickey with her make-up.

Finally feeling more put-together she gets herself dressed in her own familiar clothes, jeans and a loose fitting top. Cheri heads out the bedroom door, down the back stairs to the kitchen to find something to eat as she is feeling starved and thirsty.

Opening the fridge, finding some cold cuts and bread Cheri makes herself a sandwich and pours herself a glass of orange juice. Hoping to sneak back to her room with her food and drink in hand, Franklin, the butler, walks in. 

"Good morning Miss, I see you found something for yourself."

He says in his gruff voice and his expressionless face, 

"Yes, I hope you don't mind, there was no one around."

"Not at all, you ARE and employee now." 

He looks at her neck suspiciously.

Oh shit! That's right I almost forgot! Talking to herself.

"Ummm, yes, thank you, I'm going to take this to my room now."

Feeling nervous and very awkward she darts out of the kitchen and up to her room, sits on the edge of the bed and eats the sandwich in big bites, barely stopping to breath.

"Damn it. I WORK here as a MAID! I almost forgot, I don't know where to start. Maybe I should find Mr. Jameson, but I don't know if I'm ready to see him again. What the hell went on yesterday?" she says aloud but to herself.

"I can't remember it all, what kind of place is this?" 

She lies on her bed for nearly an hour, not knowing what to do next. Then she hears Mr. Jameson's voice as it echoes in the foyer while speaking to Franklin. Franklin tells Mr. Jameson that Cheri is up in her room.

"Thank you Franklin."

Now she hears his footsteps come up the stairs and up to her door, Tap, tap, tap!

"Cheri, darling, are you alright?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine!"

"May I come in?"

"Yes" she replies.

The door opens and in steps Mr. Jameson with a couple of large bags filled with clothes.

"Here, I went out this morning and got you a few things." 

Shocked at his generosity her hand covers her mouth as her jaw drops.

"OH MY! This is too much Mr. Jameson!"

"No not at all. Wait, here, let me show you something!" digging through the bags, "Here, here it is! You like?"

It's a black and white maid's uniform, only it's sexy and there isn't much to it.

"Ummm, Mr. Jameson, do I have to WORK in this?"

"You may, I would like you to."

He says with a straight face. Shocked, she blushes and continues,

"I have to wear THIS in front of everyone?"

She holds up the teddy, garter and some stockings with a tiny black and white tutu type skirt. "Franklin? He already thinks I'm a whore or something, and Julio? No way!"

He laughs, 

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I was teasing you! THIS is your uniform!"

Pulling out another maid uniform, only this one had a decent skirt and a button down blouse, short and tight fitting but better.

"Well, OK. But I don't know what to do. Where do I start?"

He pulls a feather duster out of another bag and says,

"Here, you can start with this!" and hands her the duster.

Confused and feeling as though she is in a weird movie, she takes the duster from him and puts it on the bed. Picking up her fairly decent uniform she heads for the bathroom to change.

"Is that necessary?" he asks.

She spins around, "Is WHAT necessary?"

She is sounding a little snippy. 

"Changing in the bathroom? Are you STILL shy around me?"

"Umm, no, not really, I guess."

"You guess?" he says with a big grin on his face,

"Well..." she tries to explain without making eye contact "you see, yesterday, well, I'm kind of embarrassed and I don't know what's going on, really. I expected the maid job and then you...you..."

"I what?" he says defensively, "My dear you came on to me in the library, didn't you?"

"Well, that is true, I suppose." she says a bit shamefully but not regretting it because he still gives her butterflies when she sees him, even now.

"OK," she admits, "I deserve that, I did. You turned me on."

"Turned?" he questions the past tense of that statement.

"Yeah."

"And do I now?" asking her as he starts heading toward her,

"Yes, yes, of course you do...I didn't mean it that way."

Her heart starts pounding and she wants to run into the bathroom and lock the door but she's like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen.

She fidgets with the uniform in her hands and he gets so close to her that she feels his body heat. He lifts her head up with his fingers gently under her chin and tilts his head and looks into her eyes. They are beautiful eyes, brown, cat-like, but they look like tears are about to fall from them. He sweetly kisses her lips. She looks into his dark eyes and they kiss each other gently with an innocence about it. As he moves down her neck he notices the hickey he put there the day before and chuckles.

"What's so funny?" Cheri asks while stepping back from him.

"It's almost like we were two young teenagers, me, giving you a hickey! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

She covers it with her hand and takes a few more steps back, blushing and scowling at him.

"Honey, please don't be mad. We are just having some fun, aren't we?"

"Yes, I guess so. I mean, I feel like you must see me as some kind of easy, slutty girl by now. A tramp! You and me...and Joseph! Trust me I never expected this."

"No, no, no, not at all." reassuring her, "Yes we started off with a bang I must admit, but my dear, I don't think any less of you since the first moment we met when I didn't know anything about you. I hope you are Okay with me, perhaps I moved too fast." 

Feeling her face grow warm she goes on to say,

"I'm still shocked by yesterday, I mean, I never..."

He kisses her to keep her from speaking and she starts to cry a little.

"What's wrong? Tell me. Do you wish to leave here? I don't want to see you go, but if you are not happy I will let you go."

"No, no, I don't want to go."

And her reason why is because she has fallen hard for Maston and can't imagine being without him now.

"OK, ok...forget about the uniform and work for today and meet me downstairs at six pm for dinner. I will meet you at the bottom of the front stairs, not the back way this time, and look through the clothes I had picked out. Find something pretty, I'll be waiting"

"But I'm your MAID!"

"We'll discuss that over dinner. Tonight you are my guest. I will see to it the staff leave early. Trust me"

He gives her a wink just before leaving her room.

"Trust him?" she mumbles. "That's a good one!"

She chuckles as she wipes the tears from her eyes and takes a washcloth from the bathroom shelf and pats her eyes with cold water, attempting to keep down the puffiness. Back in the bedroom she digs out her cell phone and checks the time, it's only 2:15 pm. Crawling back into bed she takes a nap.

She is awakened by the sound of her cell phone beeping. It's a missed call and apparently she must have been in a deep sleep when it rang. She checks it and it was from her mother. Taking a deep breath she sits up and decides to leave her a text as she really isn't ready to answer any questions from her drilling mother.

"Hi Mom! How are you? Sorry I missed your call. I am doing well as I did get the job I was looking into. It is wonderful, a mansion! Well, I have work to do. Talk later!"

She sends the message with a sigh. "That should hold her over for a little bit, I hope." mumbling to herself as she puts her phone down on the bed, until she notices the time on it.

"Five thirty!" realizing she has a half hour to get herself ready for her dinner with Mister Jameson.

She gets herself up and starts going through the clothes he had bought for her, pulling each out one by one and tossing them across the bed. There are so many outfits, and accessories and even a couple of pairs of shoes.

"Oh my gosh!"

Her head spins as she has to pick one and pull it all together in thirty minutes. Narrowing it down, she holds them up against herself while looking at her refection in the mirror. The pink one? The black one? Purple? Cheri decides to go with the purple as the pink was too fluffy and the black seemed much too formal. 

With no time for another shower she puts her brown, wavy hair up in a twisted bun and pins it in place, grasping it to make sure it is secured. Going through the bags again she finds several pairs if lace panties and they all seem to be crotch-less.

"WHAT? Oh wow!"

She is thinking this man is crazy or maybe just kinky. She sits on the edge of the bed and puts on a black garter belt she also found in the shopping bag with black stockings. These are not the pantyhose she is used to wearing. These had a lacey top and she felt like a princess putting them on, over her feet, up past her knees and high up on her thighs and hooking them to the garter belt. Now for the dress, noticing there are no tags to be removed, he had already taken care of that. Unzipping the back she pulls the dress down over her head, gently as not to disturb her hair. It glides down her body and fits like a glove.

The neckline falls low revealing her cleavage. She is impressed. The sleeves are long and sheer and gathered at the wide silky cuffs with four pearl buttons on each wrist.

The fabric of the dress is silky smooth as it hugs her upper body, showing off her figure nicely; she can't believe how elegant it makes her look. The skirt of the dress falls just above her knees with a bit of a flare at the bottom allowing her stockings to show off her curvy legs.

She zips herself in and buttons the cuffs and it is uncanny how well it fits her petite figure. Carefully she heads for the mirror and leans over the counter to apply her makeup. Trying desperately not to get any on the dress, Cheri grabs a hand towel and drapes it around her neck like a bib. Taking her time with the eye liner to accentuates her cat-like eyes.

With time running out, at last all that is left is the lipstick. After applying she purses her lips together, dark and rich, the color flatters those lovely, full lips. Standing up straight and pulling the towel off of her neck she feels elegant. Clipping on a pair of earrings from her own bag she is almost out of time. Tip-toeing out of the bathroom she slips into a pair of black strappy heels.

Putting her hand over her torso, Cheri takes a few deep breaths trying to relax. One more very deep breath and Cheri goes out the door right at six o'clock. Stopping at the railing at the top of the stairs and sees Mr. Jameson standing at the bottom with his hand on the banister looking up at her; a smile comes across his face.

She puts her hand on the railing and carefully, step by step walks down the wide staircase, feeling like a princess with her prince waiting for her. He's dressed in a flawless black suit, crisp white shirt and a shiny gold chain with a round black onyx pendant that shows nicely from his opened collar.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase he holds out his strong hand and she takes it with a smile. Pausing, he looks her up and down, noticing how well the dress fits her figure and her breasts coming out the top of the neckline showing just the right amount of cleavage.

His eyes follow her body down to her black silk stockings and strappy shoes.

"You look classy my dear, very stunning! Just stunning!"

He has a sly look in his eyes because he knows what is holding those stockings up underneath that dress. Still holding her hand he leads her to the den that is next to the library. Cheri is bit surprised that dinner will not be in the dining room and he lets her step into the den ahead of him. She stops cold; as she is stunned by the atmosphere he has created. He stands next to her grinning as she takes in the whole room. It is dimly lit by the many candles around the room, every table top, shelf, along the rich dark mantel that sits above the blazing stone fireplace. The light is casting dancing shadows on the deep wood paneling.

Off to one side there is a quaint little table for two set up with a crisp white table cloth and white fabric beautifully tied to the chairs with deep red velvet bows on the backs of them matching the red rose in the crystal vase centerpiece. Her eyes are wide with amazement.

Two tall, white candles sit in the center of the table like bookends to the crystal vase. The plates are white with gold etchings along the edges and crisp white and gold linen napkins wrapped in red velvet ribbons sit in the center of the plates. Long stemmed glasses, silver utensils placed perfectly.

The fire crackles and pops and facing it sits a soft, worn, leather loveseat with velvet pillows. Nothing is forgotten as far as she can tell, it's perfect. She turns to Maston and her eyes are twinkling in the candle light and her mouth is dropped open in amazement. She is speechless. He smiles at her, puts his fingers under her chin lifting her jaw from the floor and kisses her cheek tenderly as not to smear her perfectly painted lips.

"All for you my dear, here, have a seat." as he pulls the chair out for her.

She gathers her skirt and gently sits down and he helps her to scoot closer to the table.

Maston steps out of the room for a moment to cue the server. When he returns he puts on some soft classical music with violins playing. He takes his seat as the server, who she had never seen before, brings in a bottle of wine, a dry Chardonnay. It has already had time to breath and it is served to Maston, taking a sip and giving the server a nod, the wine is then poured. The bottle is left on the table and the server walks out. Maston makes a toast,

"Here's to my beautiful lady."

She blushes and they sip the wine.

"I don't know what to say Mr. Jameson, it's all so incredible, and for me?"

"For US Cheri... Ma Chéri."

"But, Mr. Jameson, I was only hired to be a maid. I'm confused."

"Maston, call me Maston."

A puzzled look comes across her face and he's feeling a little ashamed for leading her on when she questions him,

"What? I thought you said your name was 'Master' and then being an employee I didn't know what to call you."

"I'm sorry my love, I let you call me 'Master' instead of correcting you because I liked it. Forgive me?" hanging his head waiting for her to be snippy, but all he hears is her laughing. He looks up and she is laughing a beautiful laugh.

"You're not upset?"

"No, no, it's funny! Calling you Master, I'm SURE you enjoyed that!"

"Oh I did!" he winks.

He joins in on her laughter and she lifts her glass high,

"Here's a toast, a toast to my Master!"

Clink! go the glasses and she takes a sip trying not to giggle and get wine up her nose.

The door opens and the server brings in a folding tray stand and sets it up next to the table. Leaving for a moment and then brings in a large covered tray, placing it on the stand, removing the silver cover the server reveals two small plates, each with a large, stuffed portabella mushroom drizzled with garlic and butter and topped with a lemon wedge.

"Oh my!" she mutters as her eyes light up.

He smiles and nods at the server to quietly the room. Cheri takes her napkin from the holder and places it across her lap and he takes his, shakes it open and places it across his. Feeling out of her element she waits for him to start so she knows what fork to use. But he is politely waiting for her. "What's wrong dear?" he asks.

"Umm, I don't know where to begin."

He politely reaches across the table and taps the proper fork.

"Oh...OK. Wow I must be stupid."

"No, not at all." he says in a strong tone because he never wants her to talk about herself like that. Cheri is just a regular girl from a middle-class upbringing and he realizes that. She will stumble and he will guide her. 

The server comes returns and removes the now empty plates, leaves, and comes back with another covered serving tray. Opening the cover, the aroma hits their senses like a wave. Two steaming bowls of lobster bisque and warm French baguettes with fresh butter.

Cheri isn't used to being treated so elegantly and she feels like she is on display even though Maston is the only one with her. He pauses to look at her, putting his fork down he taps his lips with his napkin.

"Are you alright Cheri?" 

"Yes. Why do you ask?" as she tries to swallow her food

"You are so quiet."

After taking a sip of wine, she replies "I'm just feeling so out of place. I've never had such a fancy meal."

She grins and he grins back.

"Well, I wanted to show you I can be a gentleman, ha, ha, ha!" referring to their past experiences together.

As they finish up that course, she sits back starting to feel full.

"There's more to come, my dear."

"Ohhhh my!" she says while rubbing her belly.

And just as he said that, the server comes and clears the dishes away, only to bring in more. Placing the next silver tray down she looks over at Maston like she's not sure how much more she can eat. The tray opens to large plates of Fettuccine Alfredo decoratively topped with roasted asparagus tips. "Goodness!" she says with a smile and a sigh as she is being challenged to try and each so much food.

The server refills there wine glasses and places small glasses of water along side. She carefully takes small bites of the asparagus as not to be a slob that she has been known to be at times. Worried about eating the long pasta she picks at it and tries her best to twirl it on her fork one or two strands at time. He looks at her working hard to be neat and proper it makes him chuckle quietly. Finally she stops halfway through the serving and takes a deep breath.

"That's all I can eat, I'm sorry."

"No room for dessert?" he asks.

Her eyes light up, "Oh no, I can't eat another bite."

"Ok my dear, we'll save it for later."

He puts his napkin on the table after wiping his mouth and sits back.

"Wow that WAS a lot of food. Did you enjoy?"

"That meal was amazing! Thank you!"

"It's my pleasure, my love."

The server cleans off the table and Maston informs him that dessert will be served later and relieves him of his duties for the night as Maston can handle the dessert when they are ready. Standing up he takes her hand and they go to the loveseat, sitting her down, he goes to throw more wood on the fire and gets a couple glasses of Amaretto. She can smell its aroma.

"One of my favorites, thank you!"

He sits next to her placing his glass down, handing her the other, he sits back taking her legs up over his lap, removing her shoes and starts rubbing her feet. She smiles with a sigh. His hands start to wander up and down her legs, feeling her silk stockings as they cling to her curvy legs. Thinking he may want more by the look on his face she whispers, 

"No, no, my belly is too full."




Jameson Ch. 03-04



"Mine too." and gives a smile reassuring her that this isn't going to be a time for sex, instead just a quiet time together.

About an hour goes by, relaxing; chatting and watching the fire, he gently makes her sit up before she falls asleep. Maston goes back to the bar and returns with two more glasses of Amaretto.

"Oh!" she says before she forgets to ask again, "Who was that server? I don't know him."

"He was hired just for tonight, so you would not be embarrassed by the regular staff."

"Okay, that was nice of you."

He sits down next to her with his glass in hand and starts to fidget, he then pulls out a white box from behind the red velvet throw pillow and says.

"What's this?"

She quickly put her glass down on the end table and her eyes widen and a big smile crosses her lovely face.

He hands her the box and she fumbles as she unties the simple ribbon around it, red, of course. Inside she finds the most beautiful, elegant three strand pearl choker. Her hand covers her opened mouth and her eyes well up with tears.

"Oh! No! You didn't! You shouldn't have! But, why?"

He responds with surprise, "Why??" Because I adore you, that's why."

Maston takes it out of the box and she turns as he drapes it around her long neck, securing it and kisses the nape of her neck with tiny kisses. Cheri shivers because his kisses are so tender that they tickle. Placing her hand on the choker and turning back to him she leans in and kisses his lips.

This turns into more kisses and they kiss hard and strong, probing each other's mouths with their tongues. Feeling the urge to lay her down, peeling off her stockings, lifting her dress and taking her, he resists as he had promised. Not a night for sex. She too feels the urge to give in, but instead she pulls away.

"What about that dessert?" she says trying to keep from going too far.

"Yes! Ummm, give me a moment," as she notices his hardness bulging under his pants.

"I'll get it for you." as Cheri chuckles, 

"No hurry!"

She rubs his knee with her hand and he says with an evil look in his eyes,

"Keep that up little girl and that dessert will be YOU!"

"Oops, Okay!"

She pulls her hand away not really realizing what she was doing, just being affectionate with a touch. Taking a deep breath he smiles at Cheri, proceeds to stand up, teasingly putting his bulge in her face, she slaps his rear and he heads out of the room to fetch the dessert in the kitchen, her eyes following him.

Returning to the den with two crystal long stem dessert dishes on a simple silver tray, he presents her with a spoon, a napkin and the dish of Lemon Posset pudding topped with sliced strawberries and Kiwi fruit.

"Oooooo!" she responds with delight.

He just smiles. Taking each bite with just a dab of pudding on the tip of her spoon, she savors the lemony taste, rolling her eyes and making sounds that are similar to her lovemaking. Finishing his first, he sets his dish down and just watches her enjoy the pale yellow cream. Flirting, she licks the spoon with just the tip of her tongue, wrapping her lips around it pulling it out of her mouth slowly with a closed mouth grin. He is turned on again, of course and she knows it and she loves what she does to him.

Finishing except for what remains on the sides of the dish, she runs her finger along the inside of the crystal, scraping off every last bit of pudding and lets him suck it off of her finger. He grabs her hand so she can't pull it away and proceeds to suck on all of her fingers one at a time. She feels herself dampen with excitement, her breaths deepen with every movement of his mouth. Finally he tenderly kisses each of her knuckles and places her hand down on her lap.

"Now how do YOU like it?" he sarcastically asks.

"I deserved that, but why did you stop?"

"You know why." replying with another bulge filling his pants.

"Awwwww!" she lets out a whine like a child, the pitch of her voice rising at the end.

"What's wrong little one?"

Knowing full well what is wrong, she is horny, and tipsy, so he plays along as she continues to speak,

"Maston?"

"Yes my dear."

"Is it time for bed yet?"

"Could be, if you wish." he says kindly as if she were a child.

Putting all the dishes and glasses on the tray to leave for clean up the next day he walks around the room blowing out all the candles and the only light that is left is from the dimming fire in the fireplace. He takes her by the hand and she sways when she stands from the loveseat.

"Whoa!" she exclaims with a smirk.

He picks her shoes up off of the floor and leads her by the hand out of the den and into the dimly lit foyer. He turns on the lights that line the grand staircase and step by step he guides her,

"Hold onto the railing now." he orders as she starts to sway again.

"Yes Master!" she says with a giggle..."Master."

She repeats and giggles again with a cute little snort and this causes them both to laugh. He holds her hand tighter as she is trying to climb the stairs while giggling. Step by step they reach the top and she turns and plops herself down on the top step. 

"Wait! Wait...wait." She demands with a slur.

"Wait for what?"

"Just sit down!" she demands, pulling on his hand. 

"Okay, okay." he sits himself down next to her.

Her head flops onto his shoulder and she begins to cry.

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly.

"I don't know. You are so good to me, so kind and handsome and you know what else?"

He plays along with her drunkenness,

"No, tell me, what else?"

"You'rrrrrrrrre a gooood kisssser."

She starts to snort again with her giggling. 

"And you knowww what ELSE?" she asks again.

"No, what else Cheri?" trying to be patient,

"I'm yourrr MAID! Oh my gosh! Isn't that hyssssterical?"

"Yes my dear you are. And thank you dear, now c'mon, let's get you to bed."

"My bed or yourrrrrs?" she asks,

"Your bed...you are going to YOUR bed and I am going to mine."

"Ohhhh boo!" 

Cheri pouts as he leads her all the way down the hall, opens her door and sits her on her bed. Maston helps her out of her stockings. She lifts one leg, then the other, as he carefully slides them off and tosses them onto the chair. Then off with her garter. He isn't getting very turned on as she is too drunk and about to pass out. He helps her to stand up to unzip her dress and takes it off while holding her steady, he sits her back down before she falls down.

Carefully he removes her pearls and places them on her nightstand. Cheri pretends to be shy and tells him not to peek at her because she is nearly naked. He laughs and helps her under the covers and kisses her forehead, whispers,

"Sweet Dreams."

Just before turning out her light he notices she has already fallen asleep as her pretty head hits her pillow. He pauses in the doorway to watch her sleep in the stream of light coming from the hallway. Maston saunters down the hall to his room, shutting off lights along the way, and settles in for the night.

 

Chapter 4

The next morning was a tough one for Cheri. Lifting her throbbing head from the pillow she manages to sit up and lets out a moan, holding her head

"Ohhhhhhh."

She notices she is partially dressed and wracks her brain trying to remember going to bed. She can't. Making her way to the bathroom she is horrified by the reflection in the mirror, her make-up is all over her face and she looks like a ragged raccoon.

Moaning every time she moves her head she manages to get out of her clothes and into the shower washing away what she can from the night before. The hot water feels good running through her hair and down her body. After stepping out she fumbles with a towel and wraps it around herself and grabs another to wrap her dripping hair.

Happy the steam has covered her reflection; she opens the medicine cabinet for something to ease her aching head and gratefully swallows a couple of Ibuprofen. Heading out of the bathroom she looks in the still unpacked bag she came with and finds a nice pair of sweat pants and top. Nothing was going to keep her from being comfortable today. Applying just enough make-up to brighten her puffy face she decides to go look for Maston. Heading down the stairs, in pink sweats and barefoot she runs into Franklin, the butler.

"Good morning Miss. Can I get you anything?"

"No, no. But where can I find Mas - um...Mr. Jameson? I need to see him."

She catches herself, almost forgetting her formalities while talking to Franklin.

"Oh, Mister Jameson is in the library with a guest, he doesn't want to be disturbed."

His voice is raspy and proper with no change in his expression. His eyes are hazy and distant. He still makes her feel small, like a child.

"Um, Okay, I'll check back."

Cheri heads back up the stairs, not to her room, but to peek around the corner and watch to see when he will be free. Her body still recovering from drinking too much she's feeling woozy sitting quietly on the top step, waiting.

Ten minutes pass and she hears laughing as the French Doors open and out steps a very attractive, well-dressed woman with red hair. Maston has his hand on the small of her back as he escorts her through the foyer to the front door. He definitely has turned on his charm with her and they flirt and laugh as he opens the heavy front door, telling her he will be in touch very soon.

His charm was so thick with that woman Cheri could cut it with a knife. Her blood pressure is rising and she's not really sure how to handle that situation while watching him as he returns to his library, still grinning, and closing the door behind him. She forgets all about her hangover. While sitting on the step Cheri realizes she is feeling jealous and decides to find out what THAT was all about. Standing up straight, taking a deep breath Cheri steps quickly down the stairs and knocks on the library door.

"Come in!"

Opening the door she steps just inside so he can see her with a stance of determination.

"Oh! Hi honey! How are you this morning?"

He says with surprise in his voice and a grin on his face. She is at a loss for the words while looking around the room for clues, signs that something went on between Maston and that, that woman. She walks about the room with a suspicious look.

"What's going on?" she demands.

"I don't know Honey, you tell me! What are you doing?"

"That...that woman! Who was that woman you seemed to have so much fun with? I saw her, and you!"

Wow, she even surprises herself with how jealous she is.

"Oh Honey!" he starts to approach her, she steps back so he stops.

Tilting his head with his arms open he tries to explain,

"She was just here for a job honey, nothing more."

"Was HER interview like mine? Do you do this on a regular basis? Do you get your kicks from so- called interviews? Or maybe inter-course?"

She is feeling heated with anger as her eyes start to well up with tears.

"Cheri, Cheri..."

He tries again to approach her and she points her finger out at him, and he pauses again.

"Please, you have it all wrong. Cheri, please sit down."

She plops down on the couch breaking down in tears. Maston sits next to her. She feels his warmth and she wants him there next to her and to back off at the same time.

"I was just interviewing that woman, nothing more."

"For what?" she asks quietly as she wipes her eyes.

"Well, for the maid's job..."

"WHAT? WHY? Is it because I haven't done my job yet? You never gave me the chance!"

"No, no Cheri. I want you to stay on, but not as a maid. Not a household maid so to speak."

She looks at him puzzled,

"What does THAT mean?" her face becoming twisted with anger and confusion.

"Good question. How should I put this?"

Taking a few deep breaths while looking for the right way to say it, he continues,

"I want you to be MY PERSONAL maid, you might say."

"What?" she snips.

"I want you to cater to me and only me. No cleaning the house, nothing like that."

"You want a personal slave, right?"

"Not a SLAVE! Well...maybe." he chuckles trying to lighten the conversation, "More as my companion, I will keep you on the payroll."

"A hooker then?" she snips, making this more difficult for him on purpose so he squirms.

"NO!" he exclaims.

He turns away in frustration and lets out a sigh.

"Can I ask one thing then?"

"Sure." 

"Did you screw that other woman in here just now?"

"NO Cheri, I didn't."

He turns back to her and tucks her hair behind her ear.

"You and I...you are an unexpected gift. I didn't plan this when you came for the job. I don't want you to leave and I don't want you to clean the house. I want you to be mine."

She says nothing more about it. He changes the subject and suggests she join him for breakfast. Feeling hungry and more relaxed she accepts the invitation. He asks where she would prefer to eat; "Patio? Dining room? The den? Or perhaps in here?" 

With the lingering scent of that other woman's perfume, the library is out of the question.

"Is it nice outside?"

"Yes, quite nice. Would you like to eat out there on the patio?"

"Sure."

He rubs her back while they head across the foyer step and out the back to the patio. Helping her with the chair at the small rod iron table, he notices she is barefoot.

"Franklin!" he calls loudly and he is there in a flash.

"Franklin, would you please get some slippers for Cheri."

"But I don't have any." She says abruptly before Franklin gets away.

"Oh, well, get her a pair of mine then."

"Yes sir, right away."

In just a few short minutes he arrives with thick gray slippers and Maston lifts her legs and slides them on for her.

"Franklin, please have Julio make up some crepes with strawberries, and coffee too please.

"Yes sir."

Sitting and watching until Franklin steps out of site Cheri asks,

"Sooo, are you going to hire that woman?"

"Probably." He responds without missing a beat.

"Really? When?"

"I have to think about it. I'll know by Friday."

Julio comes out with their coffee, cream and sugar on a small tray and they pause their conversation until he leaves. Maston thinks for a moment,

"You know what?" he asks,

"No, what?"

He continues, "After seeing Julio just then, and after our nice dinner last night, I should hire a server. Julio isn't the most presentable person with his apron stains and all. I never gave it much thought before."

She looks at him, licking the cream from her spoon as she did with the pudding, intrigued as to what he's going to say next. He starts,

"You know? I should hire a proper server. Yes, that's what I should do."

His eyes look up at her while keeping his face down and if looks could kill, he would be dead. She is still not happy with that woman coming into the house so she snips,

"What? Male or female?"

With a smirk on his face and pointing his spoon in her direction he responds

"Now THAT is something to think about!"

Julio returns with their crepes and jelly, sets them on the table and Maston quickly sends Julio on his way. Cheri picks at her crepes, her mind being filled with this news of more people coming into the house and she doesn't think she likes it very much, but she really has no say in the matter.

After finishing breakfast, Maston looks at the time and says he has an appointment and must leave. Wiping his mouth on the napkin, he throws it down on the table, gives her a kiss on the top of her head and hurries away, her eyes following him. She has no idea what that was about either but hopes it's just business.

After taking her last sip of her coffee she decides to go to her room and change into jeans and a top, something other than her sweats. Finding her loafers and slipping them on she starts to wander about the house because there seems to be nothing else to do. Curious, Cheri wanders into Maston's bedroom and lies on his bed to see what it feels like. It's very lush and comfortable with a dark brown down comforter and a gold throw folded neatly at the end. 

Noticing the bottles of cologne and aftershave on his dresser she gets up and goes over, carefully opening them one by one. Some are too strong for her liking, others make her go "Mmmm." then she opens one that just sends her, and it's the one he wore the first time they met in the library.

That scent makes her weak in the knees, remembering that time with him, she dabs a little on her wrist and can't resist taking whiffs of it. The more whiffs, the weaker she gets.

She crosses the room and shuts the door, crawls up on his bed and starts caressing her breasts and running her hands gently across her nipples until she dampens between her legs.

Lifting up her top and then her bra she exposes her breast as the cool air stiffens her, making her grab and pull her nipples, she squirms and visions of Maston come into her head. Grasping her breast wishing she could suck on it herself she is excited.

She unbuckles her belt, unzips her jeans and pulls them down and off of her ankles. Spreading her legs wide she continues to play with herself, taking the wetness from her heat with her fingers and moistens her clit, circling it with her fingers. 

The cool, crisp pillows feel good against her cheek. Imagining him in her mind she takes another whiff of the cologne on her wrist it starts to send her. Taking in whiff after whiff, her hips rise up and she begins to tingle inside, closer and closer it intensifies, penetrating herself with her fingers, finding her G spot her vision gets blurred and her fingers circle faster and harder, her toes curl and finally with all of her heat exposed in the air she climaxes.

Squirming and rolling with one hand between her legs, drawing moisture over and over to keep her fingers wet, and her wrist up to her nose she heightens again just as Maston opens the door with Franklin standing behind him. They were wondering why the door had been closed as it is always left open unless it is occupied.

"OHHH MY!"

Maston exclaims with a furious tone. Franklin looks shocked and Mr. Jameson orders him away, shutting the door in his face. She is still in mid orgasm revealing herself to the world.

"Cumming without me are we? And on MY bed? You naughty girl!"

She thought he'd be pleased, but there is an odd rage on his face, something she never thought he had in him. He takes his pants off, pulls the belt from them, flips her over like a ragdoll and whips her, whips her so hard that she cries out,

"OOWWWW!!" the belt leaving red welts on her flesh. 

Grabbing her hips in his angry hands, putting her sore rear high in the air he rams his hard cock into her while pulling her hair back.

"You're hurting me Maston!" she cries,

"GOOD!" he says with authority. "And call me MASTER...c'mon!"

Not a word from her, just the grunts and gasps she makes with his pounding. He pulls her hair even harder.

"OWW!" she cries out as he pounds her harder and faster with anger.

"WHAT did I tell you to call me?"

"Ma...Master!" she says between her moans and tears.

"I didn't HEAR you!" he demands between his own breaths,

"MASTER!! MASTER!!"

She yells out in a guttural voice because he has her head pulled back so hard she can hardly catch her breath.

This was all going too fast for her to process in her mind, she felt like an animal. She was being raped! It was very shocking how he seems to have become some kind of a monster.

Along with pain and fear, there was surprisingly much pleasure. He demands again for her to call him Master and she screams it out while he cums inside of her with a thrust that she can nearly feel all the way up into her throat, his release pulsating inside her. He grunts with his chest heaving, staying inside her and still holding her head back he smacks her again but with his hand, she breaks down. Throwing her head forward as he lets go of her hair, he pulls out of her and pushes her down onto the bed. 




Jameson Ch. 03-04



Lying breathless on her stomach, her heart pounding, her scalp and bum sore, tears fall from her eyes, trying to process what just happened. Maston gets up, pulls his pants back on, slips on and buckles his belt, heads to the sink to rinse his face and after giving her red, sore bum another loud slap with his hand he tells her to "Get OUT!"

Yelling, making sure she knows she has crossed her boundaries, he calls her a "Slut!" and storms out slamming the door behind him.

In complete bewilderment she slips on her clothes and runs back to her room in tears. It's all so surreal. She crawls into her bed feeling like the slut that he said she was. She doesn't know what to do. She has nowhere to go if she leaves. Her mother hasn't answered any of her texts and feels she has just let her go. She wasn't a very caring mother, she was too self centered to really care anymore now with Cheri out of her house.

Depending on Mr. Jameson for everything, she can't leave and for the fact she has fallen in love with him she doesn't know if she really wants to. Torn, confused, and a bit broken at the moment not realizing its right where Mr. Jameson wants her. He has plans for her. Plans she is unaware of, things she never imagined. Feeling very lost, she curls up and cries herself to sleep.

Now she is awakened by a knock on the door, Hesitant to answer, the knocking comes again, only this time it's louder.

Afraid it may be Maston; she calls out "Yes?"

"It's dinner for you Miss."

It's Franklin's voice

"I can't come down right now."

"No Miss, I have it here."

"Leave it outside the door please."

"As you wish."

Quickly she jumps out of bed and cups her ear to the door making sure he has left, he has. Opening the door slowly, Cheri finds a silver tray with a covered serving dish, tea and a single red rose. Bending over gently to pick it up, her body hurting from the beating Maston gave her, she places the tray on her end table. Sitting gingerly on the edge of her bed she finds a small white card underneath the rose reading "Enjoy dinner my dearest, xoxo."

"Is that supposed to be an apology?" she mumbles to herself.

Not really sure what to make of the card and the rose after the what he did, she tosses them aside and uncovers her dinner, revealing lovely paper thin roast beef slices, a few roasted small red potatoes and glazed carrots garnished beautifully with flakes of fresh parsley. A warm dinner roll and butter sit on a small dish to the side and a cup of tea. It all smells so good even though she doesn't have much of an appetite.

After eating about half of it she covers up the remains and puts them back outside the door to hopefully be picked up. She grabs her soft white robe and heads for the bathroom to take a shower. Stepping inside the tub she feels the sting of the soap and water on her bum and gasps. All lathered up she does the best she can to rinse herself by sticking only the front of her body under the water. Suddenly, there's a noise, shutting off the water thinking she hears a knock on the door, her heart races. The knock comes again; too afraid to answer, Cheri waits in the shower for it to stop; hoping Maston doesn't come wandering in like he had before.

Standing there dripping wet she grabs a towel and dries her shivering, sore body and slips into her soft robe. The knocking stops, tiptoeing out of the bathroom she goes to check outside the door. The tray is gone and has been replaced by a crystal bowl filled with chocolates. This whole situation is perplexing.

Sitting in bed, nibbling on the chocolates, the door opens, it's Maston. She drops a chocolate out of her hand and her eyes are big and wide and filled with fear. Frozen with his presence, Maston sits down next to her and strokes her cheek with the back of his hand causing her to flinch.

"My dear Cheri, calm down Love."

Her stomach is so tied up in a knot she's afraid she'll vomit. He tries taking her trembling hands in his to calm her but she's too confused and frightened by him for the first time, she doesn't want to be near him.

"Please go." She tells him,

"Oh no Cheri, I won't leave, not yet."

Feeling very uneasy she demands,

"Get OUT!"

Maston doesn't move, he turns on his charm instead.

"Oh my love, let me see what has happened, show me where you hurt."

"No!" snipping at him, she cries from the strange feelings of confusion.

"Please Cheri, I brought ointment, here, show me where you are sore, and let me help you."

He tries again and succeeds in holding her hands. His eyes are so deep and dark and the heat from his touch is making him less frightening as he cocks his head and lightly kisses her cheek.

"C'mon now."

He starts to open her robe she is speechless and frozen. He reveals her body and rolls her over onto her stomach,

"That's my girl."

She is too frightened to try and stop him. Revealing her red and beaten rear he gives her a sympathetic look.

"My poor dear, you must learn that I have rules."

And he puts a dab of ointment on his fingertips and begins to spread it across her sore flesh, stinging her, she flinches. After a few minutes, letting the ointment settle into her skin he covers her back up in her robe, kisses her head and says good night while closing the door behind him. Cheri cries in her pillow because she has seen a side of him that scares her and at the same time she is crazy in love with him. Pulling up the covers and finding the chocolate she had dropped when he walked in she puts it back in the bowl, shuts out the light and falls asleep for another night.



Jameson Ch. 05



A new day in the Jameson household, Cheri wakes to a sun-filled room. Sitting up she realizes her body is feeling much better until she brushes her hair and her scalp stings from the hair-pulling. She washes up, dabs on some makeup, pulls on a pair of loose fitting clothes and quietly goes out of her room. The smell of pancakes and her hunger lead her downstairs to look for something to eat. The marble floor feels cold on her bare feet as she looks around to see if anyone is there.

Again the library doors are closed and she hears voices coming from inside. Looking around and finding no one she gets closer to the doors to eaves drops on what is going on inside. She hears Maston's voice, but it is muffled and then she hears something hit the floor. Before she could make anything else out the familiar sound of Franklin's footsteps resound in the nearby hallway making her scurry into the kitchen and nearly runs into Julio who washing the breakfast dishes. He simply looks at her with a smile and says,

"Wait in the dining room, I will make you breakfast." unaware of what is going on outside the kitchen.

"Um, Okay."

Afraid of doing something wrong she just does what she is told, even if it is from the cook. Taking the end seat at a table for ten she feels so lonely. This is her first time eating in the massive dining room with its vaulted ceiling and stunning crystal chandelier hanging above her. The table is polished Cherry wood and there are three huge bouquets of fresh flowers for centerpieces.

Franklin walks in and sets a plain white place-mat in front of her with utensils wrapped in a crisp white napkin. Cheri feels like a guest and that makes things seem even stranger. Julio comes out with a plate of three large pancakes, a cup of coffee and all the condiments she could ask for on a tray. He starts to serve her and she shoos him away as being served with formality all the time is making her uncomfortable.

Her coffee tastes so good with the fresh cream that she can't help but lick the spoon. A few bites into her syrup covered pancakes Maston walks in with a cup of coffee,

"Mind if I join you?" he asks politely even though her answer would mean nothing.

She is startled at first, swallows what is in her mouth, her eyes watching his every move, feeling like a mouse when the cat shows up. Sitting at the other end of the table Maston sets down his coffee and several papers he has in his hand. There's an awkward silence between them.

He attempts to break it,

"So, how are you feeling today my dear?" he asks formally, like NOTHING ever happened between them, ever.

Wiping her mouth nervously with her napkin, she answers,

"Oh, I'm fine, I guess."

Stopping mid-sip he questions, "I guess?? Why, what is wrong Cheri?"

She is very baffled now. It's like he is a stranger, like nothing happened, no sex, no beating, not even the intimate dinner a few nights earlier. He is so different.

"I don't know what to say Maston...you,"

He quickly interrupts her,

"Mr. Jameson, not Maston. I am your employer, you, the employee. Please, continue."

Hesitating to process the situation she tries to pick up her train of thought,

"Yes, Mr. Jameson. What I mean to say is I don't know who you are anymore."

"I just told you dear, I am your employer."

He says with a bogus smile.

"I know, but wait, what was all that yesterday? You BEAT me. Then you come in my room to make it all BETTER?? I don't get it!"

"Listen..." he replies while pointing his spoon at her like he did before on the patio,

"You broke a rule. You needed to be taught a lesson."

"What RULE?"

"My rules my dear, nothing is done here without my permission, entering my domain especially." "You're WHAT? I'm sorry Mas...MMMISTER Jameson, but I didn't know."

"Well now you do." He says with a calm coolness about him.

Confused she loses her temper along with her appetite and starts to walk away.

"CHERI!"

"Yes?" spinning around to face him, her face all flushed from frustration.

"Did you ask permission to leave the table while I am still here?"

"I - I didn't think, I mean, I ... May I pleeeease leave the table Missster Jameson?"

"Now you are being like a sarcastic bitch!" he snaps.

"I --I'm sorry!" realizing that was a BAD idea, her heart leaps into her throat.

"Go upstairs and put on your maid uniform, the decent one, and meet me outside the library. Quickly!"

Afraid to question him again she scurries up to her room, changing her clothes to the uniform while trying to hold back tears. Needing to use the bathroom she fumbles while pulling her panties back up because her hands are shaking. Stopping at the sink to wash her hands and splashes cold water on her face. Running across the room while putting her hair in a pony-tail she whips open the door and dashes to the stairs stopping for a moment at the top to see him standing there waiting for her at the bottom, angry, so different from the night he treated her like a princess.

At the bottom she starts nervously tugging at her skirt. Mr. Jameson opens the doors to the library and shows her in leading her over to the desk and points to the clutter all around it.

"Here, I need for you to clean this up!"

Looking around she finds much of the same disarray as was caused when they had sex in there on her first day, the handcuffs lying on the floor, books strewn about from his desk. The rug was wrinkled and bunched up and the smell of perfume lingered. It was familiar. It was the scent of the red-head he had interviewed before. Cheri's knees grow weak and she feels both angry and heartbroken.

"How could you?" she asks in a frightened but angry tone.

"How, how could you?" she asks again in disbelief.

"How could I what Cheri? This is MY home."

She breaks down and falls to her knees to pick up the fallen books and the cuffs, barely able to see through the tears and heartbreak. He stands over her, being intimidating on the outside but realizing his feelings for her on the inside. This girl is a bit special to him and he tries to fight those feelings. "Hurry up now!" he commands with his arms crossed in front of his broad chest.

He looks like a giant from where she is crouching on the floor. After straightening out the rug she looks up at him with tears falling from her red, puffy eyes.

"That's my girl." He says with a slight smile and softer voice, taking her hand, helping her to her feet. She bows her head because she doesn't want to look at his face, it hurts too much. Juggling his own feelings he resists kissing her and sends her back to her room.

The smell of that other woman's perfume stayed in her clothes and the thought of them together, having sex in the library just as she and Mr. Jameson had done makes her feel like vomiting.

Maston sits down at his desk, feeling a bit torn because Cheri is an unexpected person that has come into his life with an irresistible innocence about her that he can't seem to shake. Yes, the innocent are easier to command and mold, but she is different to him somehow. He sits back and lights a cigar from his box, puts his feet on the desk, crossing his ankles, leans back and ponders.

Cheri is back in her room, heartbroken and dazed. She thought he loved her, she feels more for him than she wants to admit at the moment. Running away seems to be the right thing to do, get away from him and her feelings for him, but where will she go?

She has very little money as everything is provided for her by him. Remembering him calling her a slut, she is beginning to believe she has become one. Unable to rest, she paces the room like a caged, kept animal. 

Getting out of her maid uniform and back into her own clothes Cheri separates her belongings removing those he had given her. In the midst of heightened emotion she packs her bags and plans to make a run for it.

"Tonight." she whispers to herself. "I'll leave while he is asleep and just go anywhere away from him." Taking a few deep breaths she sits on her bed and tries watching some mindless TV to pass the time. Next thing she knows her room is dark and the light and sound from the TV is unnerving, she had fallen asleep. Gathering her thoughts in her head, her plan, she works herself up to have the courage to leave. Shutting off the TV and slipping on her shoes, grabbing her packed bags she peeks out of the door. It's all dark except for the dimmed foyer lights. Looking at the front door she decides that will be too obvious so she tip-toes past Maston's room and heads down the back stairs.

Gently she steps, one by one, down, down; suddenly stopping as one step loudly creaks making her heart pound in her throat and her eyes squint for fear of being caught. Keeping so quiet she can hear herself breathing. When no one comes around she continues and makes it to the back door. She can hear the rain outside and isn't prepared for it; her jacket is packed away with no time to risk looking for it. Unbolting the door, she grabs the door-knob, readying herself to make a run for it. Turning the knob she opens the door; it sets off an alarm that she didn't plan on. The buzzing sound is almost unbearable and the outside floodlights turn the grounds from darkness to daylight, her fear keeps her running.

Bolting as fast as she can down the cobblestone drive she finds she is locked in by the entrance gate. Unable to get through or over it, Cheri runs across the rain soaked grass with Maston after her in his bedclothes and barefoot, followed by Joseph. As he catches up to her she spins around swinging her bags nearly knocking him over, screaming at the top of her lungs, 

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Hysterical and drenched she tries to dash away from him but Maston manages to grab her by the arm and she falls into him dropping her bags in the mud.

"LET ME GO! LET- ME- GO!!" she demands showing her teeth like a mad dog.

Maston is soaked, his dark dripping hair falling in his face, his night clothes becoming nearly see-through as they cling to his tight body. Joseph managed a jacket before running out his door; his wet jeans cling to his long legs. Maston pulls her into his arms and Joseph grabs her by the ankles, Cheri thrashes about as Maston and Joseph manage to get her back to the house. Grabbing at the doorjamb she struggles to get back out the door, it takes the both of them to get her to the floor and restrain her with their wet bodies. Nearly breathless, Maston sits on top of her and slaps her across the face trying to calm her down while Joseph battles to hold down her flailing arms.

"CHERI! CHERI!" Maston screams in her face between breaths.

"RELAX! STOP THIS!"

"NO!" she screams back at him.

Wanting to give it one more try to break free she realizes she can't. Exhausted and sore Cheri gives in, pinned down and fighting to catch her breath. After restraining her for almost twenty minutes Maston tells Joseph to let go of her, having him linger for awhile longer until he is sure he has complete control of her. Crying, cold and wet she curls up in the fetal position shivering and Maston sends Joseph away. Sitting on the floor next to her he strokes her hair,

"What in the world was THAT all about Cheri? You mustn't try that again my dear."

His hair falling over his forehead and dripping off of his nose he sees what he has done to her. Knowing he needs to regain her trust, he helps her up off of the floor, wraps his arm around her and helps her up the back steps guiding her into his room. Reaching his room she tries to hold back from going inside.

"NOO!" she sobs thinking she will again be punished.

Closing the door behind them he tries reassuring her,

"C'mon love, I won't hurt you. Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

He leads her into the bathroom. Closing the door, he starts the shower, strips her naked as well as himself and helps her into the tub. She is tired and numb. The warm water runs down her chilled skin; lathering the soap Maston caresses her sore body making him hard and wanting her, but knows it's not a good idea to take her tonight. Unable to hold back, he lathers himself and masturbates while she stands under the shower-head with the water running down her body and dripping off of her breasts. He turns his back to her as he cums, helping her aside he rinses himself off. Turning her around he sees the welts he has left on her, but cannot see how broken her heart is for him.

Shutting off the water he steps out and dries himself off and wraps the towel around his waist. Cheri is still standing in the tub looking like a zombie. Maston carefully helps her out, dries her off and slips her into his thick white robe and sits her on the edge of the bed drying her hair with the towel. She hasn't said a word; she's dazed and tired.

Stepping away for a moment Maston slips on dry pajama pants and slips her into the matching shirt. Cheri crawls onto the bed and lies on her belly, exhausted. Maston gets an ointment for her wounds, pulling away her robe; gently he rubs it into her tender, red skin and she starts to doze off. It takes Maston some prodding to wake her enough to get her under the covers. Shutting out the light he slides in next to her, tucking his arm under her neck, pulling her in he holds her tight. 

Waking during the night, Cheri looks around the room confused, not really remembering getting into Maston's bed. Reaching over she feels him next to her, he's warm and strong and feeling too exhausted to fear him, she curls up, resting her head on his chest listening to the rhythm of his breathing and the pounding of his heart. His hand comes up and rests on the side of her head making her feel secure, she drifts back to sleep. 

Morning comes and Cheri finds herself alone in Maston's bed. Sitting up, wiping the sleep from her eyes to focus, she finds he is not anywhere around. His pajama pants are draped across the foot of the bed and she can smell his cologne, he had recently left. Dressed only in his pajama shirt, she wanders the room looking for her clothes. They are gone. She slips on his bottoms that he had left at on the bed and peeks out the bedroom door making sure it is safe to dash to her own room down the hall. She runs, holding his pants tight to her body so they won't fall down, stopping mid step when she hears him call out,

"CHERI!"

He's coming up the stairs with a tray of food.

"Oh Mas -- um, Mr. Jameson, you startled me!"

He smiles that smile she has fallen in love with and he escorts her to her room, placing the tray on the small table next to the window, the one she never thought to use because that's where she kept her bags. Maston smiles, pours her coffee and tells her to enjoy her meal. After he walks out the door Cheri gets up to get a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror,

"Oh my, I look freakish!"

She is so embarrassed now that he has seen her with her face and eyes all swollen from crying. There are scratches across her cheek and redness from the slap, figuring the scratches may be from his rings but she isn't quite sure. She really isn't sure of anything. 

Sitting back at the table, quietly sipping her coffee after licking the cream from her spoon, the door opens and its Mr. Jameson again with all the clothes she had packed the night before, clean and pressed after getting soaked and muddy when her bags fell in the rain, he sets them on her bed.

"I had your bags sent to the dry cleaner; they will be ready in a day or so." 

"Thank you." He closes the door behind him as he leaves.

Her brain is pretty numb at this point and she isn't sure how or what to feel towards Maston. Just that he still makes her heart skip a beat when he is around. Maston leans against the outside of her door for a moment with his hand still on the knob. He's falling for her and he's fighting it. He wants to have her serve him and have her kept, but there is something about her that makes him feel so bad when he punishes her wrong doings. No other woman has stirred him the way she does. Rubbing his hand across his forehead he heads down the stairs to his usual place, the library, his sanctuary, closing himself in. 

After finishing her meal Cheri washes up and puts on her shoes, hoping to get permission to go outdoors, though it seems highly unlikely. The sun is shining and she hasn't felt it on her skin for days. Nervously she knocks on the French doors to the library,

"COME IN!" he calls from his desk.

She steps inside, her heart is pounding and the memory of cleaning up the mess from the day before turns her stomach, she quietly asks while fidgeting with the fabric of her jeans,

"Mr. Jameson, Sir?"

"Yes Cheri, what is it?" looking up from his book,

"Would you mind if I took a stroll outside to get some sun?"

She cowers, ready for him to shout at her but instead he replies in a quiet tone,

"You may, but no funny business."

She smiles and starts to thank him; he continues,

"I will take you to the patio. I can't have you wandering after last night my dear. You need to regain my trust."

"Yes Sir."

Taking handcuffs from his desk he leads her to the patio table and cuffs her ankle to its leg. She isn't incredibly surprised by this, it was rather expected. He kisses her on top of her head and sits back down at his library desk putting his head in his hands, fighting his feelings. Cheri sits quietly thinking about Maston.