Sweet Dreams

I followed him into the garden. The place we first met. The scene was just as beautiful as the day before, but I could hardly focus on it now. He sat on the same stone bench as before. He looked my way and motioned for me to sit with him. We stayed silent for a while, watching as the morning sun rose higher into the sky. 

As much as I wanted to know the truth, I didn’t want to push my luck. At least, not any more than I already had. I sat silently, hoping he would work up the nerve to answer my question. Not that I would be surprised if he didn’t. After all, I knew just as well as he did how embarrassing this whole situation was. I was about to give up and tell him to forget about it when I heard him sigh. 

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anna, what I'm about to say will probably be the single most humiliating speech of my life. I will only say it once to restore your peace of mind, and then I ask that you please never speak of it again. Do you understand?" 

I nodded. He sighed again and turned away from me. 

"I thought making you wear that lingerie would stop me from thinking about it. Apparently, I was wrong,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “In my dream, it was all I could see. I saw you laying on my bed in the same way as when I first discovered you in my room. Only now, you wore that lingerie. I went to stroke your hair like I did the first time, but instead of panicking, this time you smiled at me. You called me to you like a siren. I couldn't resist.

The most embarrassing part for me is how vivid the sensations were. It was as if I was actually feeling the smoothness of your skin, the softness of your hair, and-and..." He cleared his throat. "Well, I-I'm sure you can imagine the other areas I might have explored.” 

I blushed slightly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was talking about. I felt a small spark between my legs as I remembered the way he touched me.

“But the most distinct part was your voice,” he continued. “It was like I could clearly hear every gasp, every whimper that you made. The more I heard you, the more I wanted you. Yet, somehow, it was never enough. As clear and vivid as those feelings were, they still didn’t feel like enough. Although, I suppose that’s the curse of dreams. The feeling is so wonderful that it always leaves us wanting more.

When I woke up this morning, I could have sworn that everything was a dream. Not just… that, but everything about yesterday. Seeing you in the garden, finding you in my bed, I even questioned your very existence. You can't imagine the feelings that swept through me when I saw you with Thomas this morning. It was like a dream come true.” 

My heart was racing as he said this. I’m sure my face was bright red by now. Luckily, I think he kind of expected that given the subject.

He finally turned back towards me and gave me a weak smile. “I hope hearing this has put your mind at ease, Ms. Walton. I would like to apologize once again for my behavior and any unusual or awkward incidents that may have happened last night. It seems my dreams twisted our already unconventional situation into something quite inappropriate. I promise you, I won’t allow anything like that to ever happen again. I hope you can forgive me."

I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "Of course, Mr. Weston."

"Thank you.” He sounded relieved. “Though my dreams may have… exaggerated some aspects of our relationship, I am very fond of you, Ms. Walton. I’d hate to lose you over this unfortunate incident. If possible, I’d like to continue to have you here with me for a long, long time."

“I think I’d like that too.”

It wasn’t a lie. So, why did I feel so guilty as I said it? Whatever my feelings, at least my words seemed to satisfy Mr. Weston. He smiled and stood up, stretching.

“Well, I think we’ve gotten enough sunshine for one day. Why don’t we head inside?” He suggested. "I think I’d like to go to my room. Umm… our room.”

I nodded and followed behind him silently. By now, walking was quite difficult for me though. Hearing his recollection of the night's events, knowing he heard every sound and felt every bit of what he was doing to me, had turned the warmth between my legs into a burning fire. Each step was torture as I all-to-distinctly felt myself being rubbed by my panties.

As we entered the room he pointed to a door a few feet from the entrance.

"I don't know which one you've been going to, but so you know, the master bathroom is there. Let me show it to you.”

He motioned for me to follow him. I’d seen a lot of bathrooms at Weston Manor so far, but this one took the cake. The room was so large and luxurious it was more like I’d stepped into some kind of fancy spa than someone’s private bathroom. Somehow, even with my clothes on I felt exposed in it. As we rounded the corner, I noticed a giant, jacuzzi-style bath decorated with black tile.

"Has Thomas already shown you how to work the various features?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir,” I said, nodding. “We discussed it this morning."

"Good, then please draw me a bath.”

I wasn't really shocked by his request. After all, a caretaker should be able to do at least this much. However, what did shock me was the fact that he didn’t seem to mind undressing right in front of me. Considering everything that had happened today, I kept my mouth shut. Well, that and the fact that this was his bathroom. Instead, I turned away and tried to focus on remembering the instructions Thomas had given me for the bath.

I’d only practiced a couple times, so it took me a minute, but I finally got the bath set up. I was hoping that having a task would distract me from the growing heat inside my body, but the knowledge that Mr. Weston was naked right behind me killed that idea pretty quickly. What I needed was to get out of here and have some distance from him. It would help me to clear my head. And calm myself. I stood up and cleared my throat.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?" 

The tingling up my spine and between my legs stopped me from facing him. I heard him walk up behind me. He put his hands on the edge of the bath, trapping me between his arms. I don't know what I was expecting to happen, but with each second he stood there, the fire between my legs grew larger.

"Mr. Weston?" I asked nervously.

He leaned forward. I could just barely feel his chest press against my back. He placed his hand into the water to test it.

"No, Ms. Walton. That will be all. Unless you'd prefer to join me?" He teased, letting out a small chuckle.

It was a joke. I was sure it was. A way for him to try to make light of what had happened earlier. But by now, my entire body was one big live wire, and an offer like that was just too much to handle. I pushed his arm away, doing my best to avoid actually looking at him.

"I'll wait outside until you're finished, Sir!" I blurted out.

I rushed from the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I tried taking some deep breaths to calm myself, but it didn’t help. All I could remember was the feeling of Mr. Weston’s hands on my body. The pleasure that I felt from his touch. There was no fighting it anymore. I surrendered completely.

I went to the front door and locked it securely. I didn't want to take the chance of Thomas coming in unexpectedly. Especially considering what I was about to do. 

I laid across the bed, spreading my legs and lifting the skirt of my dress. Wrong, wrong. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn’t help myself.

Right and wrong had ceased to exist for me by this point. I didn’t care that this was a job, I didn't care that Mr. Weston was just in the other room. My body was blazing and I needed to do something to quench the flames. My fingers trembled as they moved down my body. I closed my eyes and pressed them to the burning spot between my legs.