Was telling him about all this a good idea? Probably not, if I was being honest. He’d probably be shocked, he’d definitely think it was unprofessional, and he might even be a little disturbed. After all, having a dream you had no control over? Out of his hands. But what was my excuse for not waking him? Masturbating in the privacy of his own bathroom? Him and half the other people in the world. But what was my excuse for watching him?
My behavior these past twenty-four hours had been completely inappropriate, bordering on crazy even. I feared it would only get worse from here if I stayed. I was hoping I’d never have to admit any of it to him, but if it helped to finally put his mind at ease, then it was worth it. His
The chef arrived a short time later with a cart of food. Mr. Weston nodded to him briefly and took the cart. The chef returned the nod with one of his own before turning around and leaving without a word.Mr. Weston pushed the cart over to the fireplace, placing it between the two armchairs. He looked back at me and gestured towards the chairs. I was still a little nervous about this whole setup, but I shuffled over and sat down like he wanted. He took his own seat, turning the chair to face me."Help yourself to anything you’d like,” he said, grabbing some kind of pastry himself. “But onto more important things. Please, ask me anything that you’d like to know about me. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to answer everything, but I promise to do my best to answer honestly.”I thou
I must have had a million more questions, but somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to ask anymore. Jack didn’t press me either. I think this experience had been a little draining for both of us. We sat in silence, picking at the food on the cart.I heard the clock chime from somewhere down the hall, but I didn’t pay too much attention to what time it was. The food was mostly cold by now though, so it had to be getting late. He must have realized this too. He stood and walked over to me. I was about to ask if everything was okay when he leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss."Anna, can I ask you to do one thing for me tonight?" He said cautiously."What's that, Sir?"He half-smiled as I slipped back into the "caretaker" role. He brushed his fi
The distant chiming of the clock in the hallway told me it was eight in the morning. I opened my eyes to the early rays of light. True to his promise, Mr. Weston had touched nothing but my hand. Even in his sleep. I carefully untangled his fingers from mine so I didn't wake him.The cool air of morning touched my exposed skin and sent a shiver through me. I blushed remembering the way he'd stared at my body, but there was no time for that today. There was no third day. "Jack Weston" would not be appearing again and I had to prepare for whoever might come down the stairs later.I got dressed and went downstairs to wait for Thomas. I went to the lounge and sat in a chair near a large window. I stared out at the rose garden nostalgically. In just a few short days how many important things had happened here? I came here to escape being homeless and broke. How did I
I followed Thomas upstairs and down one of the halls. All the doors looked the same to me, but Thomas knew exactly where he was going. He stopped in front of one of them suddenly. I heard a clattering on the other side."Mr. Weston's photography studio," he explained before opening the door.I saw Mr. Weston fumbling with an expensive-looking camera. He seemed intently focused on it. I looked around. Camera equipment and lights were everywhere. A messy display of random items sat in the corner. Despite being so large, the room somehow felt crowded with all this equipment.A sharp click and a flash of light startled me from these thoughts. I blinked the spots from my eyes and turned towards their source. Mr. Weston smiled from behind the camera."Thomas, honestly, w
I followed Thomas downstairs and out to the garden. The chef had laid out a table as requested. However, Mr. Weston was far too busy setting up his equipment to notice the spread. Thomas gave me another amused look."You got him outside. Now, how will you make him eat?" Thomas chuckled.I thought about it for a second. It would be a lot harder to convince him eating was photogenic. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp whistle. I turned, Mr. Weston was waving at me."Ms. Walton! I'm trying to center this scene. Go stand by the roses so I can use you as a marker," he said, pointing at them.My last experience with stopping to think taught me it was better to follow his orders immediately. I walked over to the bushes. He waved his hand to the right. I moved in that direc
My footsteps echoed down the halls. This place really was so large and empty. Thomas said the cleaners were here, but I had yet to see a single person. I was starting to worry if I was even in the right place when, thankfully, I heard a voice in the distance.I followed it to a bedroom at the end of the hallway and opened the door. Thomas was talking with a group of three men in blue coveralls. He turned as he heard the door open."Anna, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Where is Mr. Weston?""He wanted to work more in his studio. I thought I should come learn how to talk with the staff," I said, walking over."Did he actually eat lunch?"I laughed. "Resentfully, but yes."Thom
Suddenly, I heard a crash come from somewhere upstairs. The studio? Mr. Weston’s face flashed through my mind. Panic immediately replaced any personal conflicts I was having. I ran up the stairs and burst into the studio. Mr. Weston was dusting himself off."What happened?" I asked, panting.He seemed shocked to see me so out of breath. "Huh? Oh, I tripped over a tripod. That's all. Are you okay, Ms. Walton?"I looked next to him. A tripod was, in fact, turned over on the floor. That was probably the crash I heard. I let out a deep sigh of relief. My heart started to slow back to its normal rhythm."Don't scare me like that again," I almost begged."I'm sorry?" His confusion made it sound more like a question than
"What?!" I managed to blurt out."Your clothes. Take them off,” he repeated, shrugging casually.I suppose, thinking about it, it wasn’t like Mr. Weston had never made that request before. But that was Jack. Our relationship was... different. I didn’t feel comfortable undressing in front of Arthur. More than that, I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of cameras being involved. I wasn’t really looking to be the mansion’s centerfold.Although, I did take some comfort in the fact that Arthur didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives in asking. His demeanor seemed completely unchanged as he asked me. Unlike Jack, he didn’t look at me hungrily, or with desire. The excitement he showed s
Silence filled the air again. We sat there for a while watching the flames crackle in the fireplace. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that. However, I did start to notice as his hand loosened and slowly began to slip from my side. As I glanced over, I noticed his glass beginning to tip dangerously in his hand. I gasped, catching it right before it fell."Jack!" I cried, checking to make sure it didn't spill.He jumped as if I'd startled him. I glanced over, he looked confused. Had he fallen asleep? I snickered and set his glass on the table."I think it might be time for bed,” I suggested"No, no. I was just resting my eyes," he grumbled sleepily."Well, then let's rest them in bed," I insisted, standing. I t
I think I finally understood how Arthur felt when I forced him to eat. I shoved down bite after bite, wondering how many I'd have to eat to safely be considered “done.” After a minute, I set my fork down, watching Jack out of the corner of my eye to see how he’d react. When I didn’t see any noticeable changes I finally pushed my plate away."What do you think? Should we head to bed now?" I asked, wiping my mouth."Absolutely not!" He cried indignantly. “I only have a few precious hours left with you and you already know the chances of me waking up as myself again are slim. The last thing I'm going to do is waste one second we have together sleeping."He reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips. He pressed my palm to his cheek. His eyes held a tinge of sadness as he look
Despite his insistence that we should get out of the bath, Jack still clung to me like a lovestruck schoolboy. His hands always seemed to be on me in one way or another. Drying me with a towel, playing with my hair, holding my hand. A series of small, sweet gestures that never failed to make my heart flutter. Sadly, I wasn’t able to enjoy the feeling for long. A horrifying revelation suddenly came to me. I gasped and immediately grabbed my clothes off the floor, scrambling to get dressed. He watched me, confused. "Is something wrong?" "I forgot to meet the cleaners," I said, exasperated. "I’m already super late. I have to go. I'll meet you downstairs for dinner." I rushed out
Tell him what I did with Victor? I could feel myself blushing just thinking about it. Don’t get me wrong, I could understand why Jack wanted to know, but that still didn’t make me any more comfortable with the idea. I shook my head, setting my wine glass on the edge of the bath.He sighed softly. “I understand. As I said, I certainly won’t force you to tell me anything.”I could feel my body starting to relax as he said this. At least, until his teeth grazed against my neck. I shivered a bit at the feeling. He pressed a couple more soft kisses to it.“However,” he teased, “I don’t necessarily
My heart was still racing, as he closed the door behind us. However, I didn’t have much time to dwell on this. He didn’t waste another second before he pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine.Kissing Jack always made me feel dizzy. Like my body was losing all its strength. I had to lean against him to support myself. As he pulled away he kept my body close so I wouldn't collapse. His fingers played with my hair."You know what sounds good after walking around in that hot sun all afternoon? A nice, relaxing bath,” he commented.My mind was still hazy from his kiss. I barely even registered what he was saying. It was like my brain auto-piloted right back into my caretaker role."Should I draw one for you, Sir?" I asked.
I saw a couple of the housekeepers scurrying around as we came back. They didn’t even seem to notice us as we walked past them. I guess I could understand why they acted that way though. After all, they were here to clean, not look after us. That was my job.The cleaners might not have been the best companions, but something about just knowing they were around made the house feel a little more lively. I wondered how lonely it would feel tomorrow. Just the two of us.Although considering his earlier request, I might not mind having some privacy tomorrow. I blushed a bit as I remembered the husky tone of his voice.As if he could read my mind, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away nervously. My face felt hot."Mr. Weston, the cleaners!" I reminded
As always, the garden looked beautiful. It was just too bad that I couldn't enjoy it. I hated my mind. The moment we stepped outside the dream I had last night popped back into my head.I didn't want to feel anxious in the garden. I loved the garden. It was the place where Victor and I had walked before, where Arthur and I took photos, where Jack and I first met.Yet as I looked around, all I could remember were the hundreds and hundreds of agonized faces that had surrounded me. All of them crying out, begging me to choose them. I almost shuddered just thinking of it. Would I ever feel comfortable here again?"Are you alright, Anna?" Jack asked suddenly.I sighed. I felt like I was getting that question a lot lately. How did I somehow manage to make
I felt the warmth of his body as it pressed against mine. His fingers kept inching closer and closer towards my aching clit. My mind was a mess. Fulfill his request? For my body?My stomach was a flutter of nerves at the idea, but I wasn’t sure why. After all, hadn’t we done this all before? I'd already seen his body, and we’d definitely done more than just some light petting by now. So why did I feel so nervous about doing it again?It was stupid to ask that question. I already knew the answer. It was because this would be my first real time doing something like this with Jack.Different men in the same body. I understood that now better than ever. Jack wasn’t Victor, and Victor wasn’t Jack. The way they spoke to me, the way they teased me, the way they touched my body. The
I said before that I liked how kind and gentle Jack was, but there was another thing I really liked about him. His patience. I was taking a long time to answer, I knew I was, but he never once tried to rush me. He just stood there, patiently waiting for me to respond.I swallowed a few times, trying to clear the lump from my throat. I took a shaky breath and finally forced the words out of my mouth."Not yet.”"Alright, good. And do you feel the same way about the others?" He asked. I nodded. "Then that's all there is to it.Anna, I said I wasn’t going to make you choose between us and I meant it. Your relationships are your relationships. It wouldn’t be f