4: The Encounter

Patrick gazed at Loveth's face and her naturally pink lips. He leaned forward and kissed her hungrily, savoring the taste. She kissed him back, but it was clear she was inexperienced.

Loveth licked his lower lip, and he smiled, pulling away. Sitting up on the bed, he said, "So you don't want to give me oral sex, but I'm feeling hot and bothered with you here. Just a little warmth from you won't hurt, I promise."

Loveth couldn't resist. She felt drawn to him, her core aching.

Patrick stripped off her maid uniform and tossed it to the floor, exposing her body. Even in his drunken state, he noticed her large breasts. He slowly removed her bra and panties.

"How old are you?" Patrick asked. Loveth's face looked young, but her body was more mature.

"I'm 20. I'll be 21 next January," Loveth said hoarsely, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as he stared at her.

"Hmm," Patrick hummed, and began to caress her body. Loveth gasped and bit her lip to stifle a moan, embarrassed by the sounds escaping her.

She bit her lip harder, unable to push him away or leave. His touch was awakening something new and exciting within her.

Patrick stopped kissing Loveth's lips and moved his hand down to her core. She gasped at his touch, her eyes wide. He looked so handsome in the dim blue light.

Patrick's dark skin, broad chest, and smooth muscles made Loveth's heart race. She was both excited and apprehensive about what he was going to do. Her friends had talked about handsome, dark men, and she felt like she was missing out.

Loveth wanted Patrick. She felt embarrassed when he paused, looking at her as if contemplating something after she'd told him she was a virgin.

Patrick moved over Loveth. He saw her eyes focused on him. He was drunk, his vision blurry, but he wanted pleasure. Thoughts of Willow had aroused him, and Loveth was beautiful. Patrick felt a hunger for Loveth, a hunger for pleasure, not food.

He wanted her to be aroused too. The last thing he wanted was to be accused of taking advantage of her. He'd never been attracted to any of the maids before, but he felt drawn to Loveth.

Patrick shifted back, moving down Loveth's body, and slowly parted her legs. She didn't stop him, even smiling nervously. He lowered his head between her legs, making her shudder. She clasped her legs around his head.

Loveth was shocked as Patrick kissed her core intimately.

Patrick lifted his head and looked at her, licking his lips. She looked beautiful. In that moment, he forgot all about Willow. He repositioned himself to enter her.

Loveth didn't resist. She wanted him. But when he thrust into her, breaking her hymen, she gasped and cried out in pain, gripping him and tapping him to stop.

Patrick, lost in the moment, didn't stop. He rode her faster, reveling in her tightness, until he heard her crying. He slowed, then stopped, looking at her tearful face. He realized he hadn't used protection.

Patrick knew if he withdrew now, Loveth might refuse him, and he couldn't force himself on her. So he continued, slowly at first, then faster, until he reached his climax. He collapsed on top of her, spent.  

Loveth wiped her eyes as the reality of what had happened sank in. She tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. Her hands ended up rubbing his back.

Loveth had only come to deliver Patrick's dinner, but now she was in his bed. She'd heard that drunk men often didn't remember things.

Patrick fell into a deep sleep. He dreamt of a beautiful woman, but she pushed him away. Then, to his shock, she touched him intimately. He lay there, helpless, trying to see her face clearly, but he couldn't.

Loveth finally managed to slide out from under Patrick. She found her underwear and bra where he had thrown them and picked up her uniform from the floor.

Loveth looked at Patrick sleeping and covered him with his towel. She quickly dressed and glanced around the room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Then she hurried out of his room and back to her own on the second floor, which she shared with the other maids.

Loveth encountered the head maid, Aria Jameson in the hallway, but ignored her and went straight to her room, closing the door softly behind her. She climbed into bed, hoping the other maids wouldn't find out what had happened.

Loveth's heart pounded, and her core still throbbed. She had wanted to stay in Patrick's room, but she was afraid of what he might do when he woke up. 

Patrick was drunk and hadn't even eaten his dinner. Loveth felt bad, knowing his mother would ask about it in the morning.

Lying in bed, she found it hard to sleep. "I could have pushed him away," Loveth sobbed, turning on her side.

After a while, she got up to use the bathroom. She decided to pretend nothing had happened unless Patrick remembered. She did like him. She finally lay back down and fell asleep.