All Chapters of The Waiting Lady's Affair.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alexander watched Lila. She was staring at him with her mouth open. She knew she hadn’t misheard him. She also knew that his patience was wearing thin by the way he was looking at her. She didn’t know what he would do if she kept standing here unmoving. He might whip her again. Part of her loved the sensation but her behind was still to sore to take another whipping. He suddenly chuckled. “ You seemed so eager to explain yourself before. And now, you’ve fallen silent.” He stopped laughing met her eyes squarely. “ Strip.” He commanded. His voice was deep and resonated through the quiet room. She slowly raised the gown up by waist, folding it up. She was purposely teasing him. Taking her time with him, after all, she hadn’t seen him since the morning. She brought the dress over her head and discarded it far from her on the floor. The cool air brushed against her skin and she resisted the urge to shield herself. She wanted Alexander to see her. She wanted

Lila's heart dropped to her stomach, and her face went pale. "No, please," she begged. "You can’t fire me. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—” “Realize what?” Mrs. Harrington's voice dripped with disdain. Her cold eyes narrowed as she studied Lila like something foul. “I don’t know what possessed you to do such a thing. And, let’s be honest, diamonds wouldn’t even look good on you.” “Thames!” she snapped, calling for one of the security officers. Lila’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t leave. Not like this. She needed this job. Sure, she was just a maid, but she liked feeling part of high society, even if all she did was wait on Mrs. Harrington. Without this job, she had nothing. Alexander hadn’t even looked at her since the confrontation began. She meant nothing to him, just a plaything. A new girl would come after her, and Mrs. Harrington would hire her without a second thought. That girl would wear fancy dresses, and Alexander would give her necklaces too. “Enough,” Alexand

Alexander watched Lila’s hands shake nervously. He had commanded her to pleasure herself before him and he was eager to see how she would go about it. He was in love with every curve and dip of her body. Never had be been with a woman like Lila. The feeling of her soft breasts in his hands caused his dick to strain in his pants. His eyes were dark as he followed her every nervous move. Sitting patiently like he wasn’t aching to be buried inside her, but not yet, no. She had to earn it. Slowly, Lila drew her fingers up from her thighs, taunting him. She opened her legs wider, baring herself more to him. Her hands hovered over her dripping core. He did that to her, he made her feel this way without even trying. Exhaling slowly, she began touching herself. She moaned at the feeling of her fingers playing with her core. She traced the outline of her clit with two fingers slowly, loving the torturing pleasure she got from it. Alexander’s Jaw tightened at the sensual scene before hi

Dinner that night was different. Alexander barely glanced at his wife, who sat trying to make light conversation. Each time Victoria’s voice broke the silence, Isabel’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, clearly basking in the attention Alexander gave her. He watched her, his gaze unwavering, and the way he looked at her sent a wave of jealousy straight through Lila. Victoria noticed too, her attempts to pull Alexander’s attention becoming more desperate, until finally, she gave up, a dejected look falling across her face. Alexander finished his meal, pushed his chair back, and left the table without so much as a glance at his wife. Lila could hardly look. She had spent all day trying to avoid Isabel after the scene with the gown, hoping the tension would pass. But now, everything seemed worse. Back in her room, she absentmindedly held onto the necklace Alexander had gifted her, her fingers tracing the delicate chain. He had given her this. He had shown her, in his own way, that

Lila’s eyes opened slowly, the early morning light just barely filtering through the curtains. The pain was sharp and unyielding; every inch of her body felt sore, her skin stinging where the belt had struck her over and over the night before. She shifted, but each movement reminded her of the bruises on her behind, the lingering punishment from Alexander. Even as she winced, his presence consumed her thoughts. She forced herself up, sliding off the bed carefully, struggling against the ache in her body as she dressed. It took effort to pull herself together, to even brush her hair, but she tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the clock. Mrs. Harrington would be waiting soon, and she couldn’t risk showing up late—she didn’t need the added scorn. But as she stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down her dress, her mind went back to him. He was everywhere, filling every part of her senses, dominating her with a force she could hardly understand. And then, as if her thoughts had