CHAPTER 3 - LOST CONTROL

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door suddenly flung open. He was nude, having thrown his white towel onto the couch. The young lady stepped into his personal chamber without warning, carrying a tray of food in her arms, and he felt confused, wondering if she hadn’t already left.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Loveth, surprised to see the young master without any clothes.

Loveth swallowed, almost losing her grip on the tray in her hands. Remembering that Mrs. Eleanor had told her that Patrick had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter and immediately stared downwards.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to...” she stammered.

“Hmmm…” Patrick stared at Loveth for a few seconds, confused that someone had invaded his privacy.

His blood boiled with frustration, and he was at a loss for words as he watched her stand there with the tray he had seen her with earlier. 

Not hearing any response from him, Loveth contemplated whether to place the tray in his large bedroom or to leave with it when she heard him ask, “What are you still doing in here?”

“I…” Loveth slowly raised her head to look at him, and her black eyes met his rod, which stood erect before her. She swallowed and quickly looked down again.

“I came to deliver your dinner, sir. Mother said you had a weak stomach, and I thought it was important to bring it to you. She looked sad and worried when I told her you didn’t respond and went back to your room,” Loveth explained, but Patrick didn’t reply.

Loveth raised her head again and saw Patrick walking back to the blue executive chair, realizing he had a preference for blue and purple furniture.

Patrick picked up his white towel and tied it around his waist before glancing back at Loveth angrily. 

“Bring it over here and drop it on this table, then leave!” he ordered. 

Loveth immediately sauntered closer to Patrick, positioning herself beside the table. As she attempted to place the tray down, her right arm mistakenly brushed against Patrick’s, causing her to freeze as goosebumps spread across her skin.

“Sorry, sir… I didn’t mean to,” Loveth whispered, suddenly aware of how handsome Patrick was and how subtly aroused he seemed.

Loveth had never slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo, a fair-skinned 22-year-old village girl, had spoken to her extensively about men and the advantages of dating wealthier individuals.

Coming from an average family—neither poor nor rich—Loveth's mother worked as a servant for the local council while her father was a taxi driver.

Loveth felt herself getting hot as the shamelessly handsome man leaned closer to her. Before she could jump away, he grabbed her slim, curvy waist, still clad in her pink maid uniform and without time to change into her nightgown.

“What do you smell like… milk?” Patrick asked, sniffing Loveth once more. Loveth looked up to meet his cold gaze, now very close to her.

Lost for words, she stood frozen as she felt something rigid caressing her behind, making her shudder. Patrick released her slightly and stared at her pretty yellow face. 

“Have we met before?” he asked, further confusing her. 

Loveth gulped, not knowing what to say. Before she could respond, Patrick caught her closer, drew her him and sealed his lips on hers. He kissed her passionately, giving her the greatest shock of her life, as she’d never kissed a guy before—not even with the boy from her village.

As Patrick deepened the kiss, he slid his right hand behind Loveth's back and gripped one of her buttocks, squeezing it gently. 

Loveth felt a rush of emotions and wanted to push Patrick away, but found herself succumbing to the overwhelming feelings he was invoking within her.

Patrick lifted Loveth off her feet, and she clung to his head for support as she kissed him back passionately, responding to his hot advances.

Loveth was aware of how weak she was in that moment; she hadn’t expected to find herself in such a compromising position with her madam’s son. She thought about how her parents would react if they found out she had shamelessly slept with her employer's only son on just her second day of work.

At only 20 years old, Loveth was incredibly beautiful and the handsome man seemed to know exactly how to find her weak spots. He gently placed her on his king-size bed, which was covered in a white bedspread.

He removed his towel, exposing his phallus to her view. Loveth panicked and sat up quickly, fearful of what he might do next.

“I’m sorry, sir! Please let me go!” Loveth begged, her pleading black eyes searching his. But Patrick, already aroused, wasn’t listening.

He knew she was scared because she was new and also his mother's maid, but he believed she had purposely come into his room to offer herself to him. He had been feeling hot even before she had entered.

“Why are you calling me ‘sir’? I’m not old,” Patrick said, cupping Loveth's chin and lifting her head to face him. He brushed his thumb across her pink lips.

“Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you put something on them?” Patrick asked, further surprising Loveth as their eyes met again.

“No, sir,” Loveth stammered. But as she attempted to sit up properly, her right hand accidentally brushed against Patrick’s phallus, and he moaned softly, causing her to gasp in horror as she stared at his aroused member that she had accidentally touched.

“I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to touch you there,” Loveth said, her face flushing red with embarrassment and horror.

 Patrick, however, smiled at Loveth's nervousness and took her right hand, placing it on his phallus himself, causing her to gasp again.

“Ahh!”

“It’s okay; you can touch me there if you want. Isn’t that why you’re here?” Patrick asked. Before Loveth could respond, he leaned closer and kissed her neck, trailing the kisses back up to her lips. He captured her lips again, kissing her hungrily, and allowing all his previous anger about Willow Albert to fade away, as he reveled in Loveth's smooth body.

Patrick slid Loveth's pink gown upwards, eager to feel every inch of her body.

He wanted to explore every corner of her femininity, from her tight folds, to her navel, her breasts, and everything else that made her a woman. 

As he began to touch her, Loveth melted under his caress, her body responding to his every move as if it had a mind of its own.

She forgot that she had brought his dinner to him and that she was supposed to be making sure he ate. Instead, she found herself in bed with him.

Patrick slid his finger into Loveth's underwear and touched her center, but she jerked away, pulling her lips from his as fear washed over her.

“What’s the problem? Haven’t you done this before?” Patrick asked, raising an eyebrow as he gazed at Loveth's pretty face, wanting to kiss her again. 

Loveth shook her head and replied, "No, Sir."

Patrick savored the taste of Loveth's lips as he kissed her once more and didn’t want her to stop kissing him. The softness of her kisses was unlike anyone he had met before.

He touched her thigh again, but she pushed his hand away, staring at his face in fear. 

Patrick began to pleasure himself, stimulating his member with his hand, feeling desperate and wanting to release the built-up pressure inside him.

Loveth watched him stroke himself, and she felt herself becoming wet with desire, drawn to the sight of him.

It was far bigger than any of the little boys she had known, and a gasp escaped her lips as Patrick removed his hand from himself and used it to touch her pink lips.

“Can you suck it for me? It would make me feel better,” Patrick asked. Loveth shook her head in disbelief, looking from his phallus to his face.

“No… How can I do that?” she asked.

Patrick frowned, finding it hard to believe that Loveth had never slept with a man before.

Feeling irritated, he stood up from the bed, but she quickly grabbed his left hand to stop him. 

With the little effort, Loveth unintentionally pulled him back, causing Patrick to fall on top of her. The alcohol he had consumed made him a bit weaker, and he knew she only meant to stop him.

Patrick’s head rested on Loveth's generous bosom, and in that moment, he wanted to remove her maid's gown immediately to feel her curves.