Maid Of Haner

Alice's POV

Why is it my fault that she cheated on her own fiancee? I touched my cheek gently. It stings. My lip bleed a little but it wasn't a big deal. Maybe if she knew that I've been playing a show in front of Mr Haner for a week now, she would go ballistic too.

But wait, Mr Haner never cheated on her. He just likes to watch. Maybe he couldn't get anybody to fulfill his fantasy and I was conveniently in debt with him *rolls eyes*, so he used me.

I felt sorry for him. He was actually a nice guy despite his odd preference and perverted fantasy. He never spoke in high tone with me except that one time when he found out I took a job from his friend, Zacky. Although he mostly dominated our conversation but at least he never kept quiet. Even when he was eyeing me with those undressing eyes, he often brought up topics for us to converse in. And me, being the slave of his fantasy, always had to answer him with a 'sir' at the end of my sentence. *rolls eyes again*

It was near to midnight but he hadn't come home yet. I didn't go home yet, too. I was worried about him. I know I shouldn't, and I should be put in place but I worried he might kill himself out of depression tonight.

I changed the sheets in his bedroom - wearing my maid uniform - I don't know. I feel like wearing it tonight. Maybe to cheer him up? Well, as I was saying, I changed the sheets because I figured he wouldn't want to sleep on it after all that happened. Then I saw a note on the night stand. It was written in a hurry;

"I'm sorry for everything. I still love you."

First thing that came to my mind was; BULLSHIT. If she still has feelings for him, she wouldn't cheat on the first place! Then she called ME a slut. Way to go Mrs Haner! Oh wait, she isn't Mrs Haner anymore right?

I looked around in the bedroom once again, feeling satisfied with my work in cleaning. I really have improved myself on housework lately.

"What are you still doing here?"

I jumped and turned around. Mr Haner was standing in the doorway, his eyes drooped down watching me, his long hair covered half of his face.

"I...was cleaning. I changed the sheets, sir."
He looked over at the bed and sighed heavy. "Thank you."

Then he walked past me, straight to the nightstand. he picked up the note and read.

"Bullshit." he said. I shot my eyebrows up, didn't really expect he was going to say the same thing as me. After that he crumpled up the note and threw it away. It fell on the floor. I bent down to pick it up but he stopped me.

"Leave it there."

I stood up straight again. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched me intently. I lowered my gaze and noticed that his knuckles were bleeding. He covered them up only using a wrap of tissue paper.

"Oh my God! You're bleeding, sir!" I quickly dropped down to my knees and took his hand in mine. He didn't fight but didn't respond to me either. I stood up to go and find a first aid kit but he tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me back down. I was forced to kneel before him again.

His eyes traveled all over my face, but then he frowned when his gaze stopped at my lips.

"You're..bleeding too. Why?"
I touched the small wound on my lower lip and smiled up at him. "Nothing. Just...maybe it is my fault."
"Your fault? How is it your fault?"
"She said..I didn't warn her that you're coming, sir."
His expression changed so much that I was frightened by it.
"That bitch is really asking for it." he said, getting up but I quickly got up too, holding him back.
"No, please. It's nothing. Really."
He stared at me with unreadable emotion. I'm not sure whether he felt sorry for me or he was angry.

"You wait here, sir. I'll find a first aid kit."

I pulled my hand away from his grip and went downstairs to the kitchen. I swore I saw a box of first aid kit in one of these cabinets. Maybe in the top ones? But damn it's too high. No matter how much I tiptoed, I can't reach it.

"You're killing me here."

Once again, he startled me. He's partly a ghost, isn't he? I turned to find he was standing just behind me, with his arms crossed on his chest and his eyes wearing a flame of desire that I just about to get used to.

"I'm sorry but I can't reach them, sir. Can you..help..?"

I was expecting he could reach it for me or provide me a stool or something but instead he grabbed my waist with his strong arms and lifted me up. I can feel his warm breath on my butt cheek as he buried his face there. Oh my God.

He placed me on top of the counter, kneeling with my eyes on the same level as the top cabinet while his hands moved down from my waist to grab my ass and squeezed it gently.

"Sir..." I whispered but he continued to rub his fingers on my skin and trailed kisses down to my thighs as he pulled up my skirt high.

"Sir..the first aid kit.."
"Forget about it." he mumbled, and then he turned me around by grabbing my hips again but this time he sat me down on the counter with my legs parted and he stood in between them. His eyes stared sharply into mine, his breathing gone heavy, as his fingers spread on my sides up to my neck where he deliciously attacked me after.

"Ehmm..." I can't help but moan and let it all happened. Let it happened. He was broken hearted. He needed to be mend.

He grazed his teeth along my neck as I tilted my head to the side, then he sucked the spot hard. He guessed right. That was the spot that can make me turn on as hell. His handsome hands then wandered down to my skirt and slid underneath to slowly rub my thighs as his lips still attacking my neck.

Weirdly, we didn't kiss. Yet. maybe it was too intimate for him? After all I'm just a maid slash his six months fantasy slave.

Then he pulled away to stare directly into my eyes. He blinked softly and I was already melted by looking at those eyes.

"Stay here tonight?" he asked.

He was asking. He wasn't giving an order. He asked so gently, how could I ever say no? I nodded curtly and he licked his lips, smiling, before he crashed them onto mine. He kissed me in such rush, as if he missed me so much. Those feathery pecks turned into deep sucking and biting in just seconds.

I opened my mouth and he sucked my tongue gently. He battled his way through with his own tongue and I can't hold back my arms from wrapping around his neck. Suddenly he picked me up from the counter with his hands under my thighs and sat me on another counter, which is cleaner and wider than the previous one.

As soon as I landed my ass on the counter top, he slid his hand underneath my skirt and rubbing on my clit gently. I moaned when he pushed away my panties to get a better access.
I pulled away from the kiss and my hips rocked along with his skillful fingers. Then he licked his two fingers and penetrated me hard.

"Oh God!"

He watched me panting and begging, our eyes locked and never wander away. He REALLY likes to watch. When he curled up his fingers repeatedly, my walls clenched and I combusted, breathing heavily.

He smiled and pulled out his fingers from me, driving my wet juice to my own mouth.

"Lick it."

I looked up to him. He has that 'master who owns me' glare and I took his fingers in my mouth. God, I taste like sex. Then he pulled out a drawer from behind him, taking out a condom from its packaging and he unzipped his pants.

I widened my eyes when his cock sprang out of its hiding place. He's just...hung, as American would say. But we Mexican girls called them as;

"Verda de Dios.."

He balled his eyes opened and blinked at me. HIs lips grew into a wide smile, then after he was done sliding the condom down his cock, he quickly and hungrily took my lips.

"That was hot. What does it mean?"
I felt my cheeks burnt. "God cock. You have a God cock. Sir."
He grinned widely and kissed me hard again, licking all over my lips. Gosh, I can't handle this heat..

In the midst of breathing really heavy and hard, he entered me, and I wrapped my legs around him, screaming in Spanish out loud. He seemed to love it because everytime I panted in Spanish words, he kissed me deeply.

I grabbed his naked ass and drove him deeper as he pushed harder and faster into me.

"Mm..mmm..mmm..." I shut my eyes and pursed my lips, as I was on the verge of exploding yet again.

"Scream all you want, Alice. The house is ours now."
Upon his permission, I screamed out loud; "Sir!! Oh yess sir!!" as I found my release, and he too found his after a few more thrust in me and he landed his palm on the counter, toppling over and steadying his weight on me.

We both panted and I just woke up from a fantasy. I can't believe I just fucked my own boss. Fully clothed on the top part.

"There's a guest room right across my bedroom. You can use it however you want."

I know. I was the one cleaning it up after Jimmy gone home. He pulled out of me and tore off the condom before throwing it in the trash. After that, he smiled at me and pulled up his pants, then walked away from the kitchen.

I guess his fantasy just got better now huh? Damn.

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Brian's POV

Letting Michelle go wasn't the heaviest problem in my life right now. When I found out she cheated on me, I was angry, yeah but it didn't feel bad. I was able to get back to Big Bear and fool around with the guys as we wrote songs together without even the slightest thought of her. She's a bitch, true that but I'm also done with her.

The thing that bugs me the most was actually Jason. He was our most trusted friend, our roadie since day one, he is Matt's partner in crime which means MY partner in crime too. How can he do this to me?

I didn't realize it was midnight when I drove home from the studio. I was a little drunk from vodka that Jimmy always supplies but not that much. When i came home and saw Alice in my bedroom, with that outfit...how can I control myself?

The way she reached the top part of the cabinet, making my blood ran south ever so quickly and I was driven by lust. I was expecting a fight from her but she willingly gave in. I don't know, I just need to fuck her real bad. I've been watching her in that uniform and took my relief on Michelle but now Michelle is no longer here.

So why hold back?

Shit, it was the hottest thing, fucking with a maid who speaks Spanish in my kitchen. I was living a porn movie. She was too hot to handle that I didn't even waste my time on foreplay.

I told her to sleep in the guest room after we've fucked. I don't even know where does this leave us. Are we dating now? Are we fuck buddies? Are we - wait.

She's obeying my order and I'm her boss.

Am I the luckiest son of a bitch in the universe or what?

I gave up pacing in my bedroom, because I couldn't sleep anyway, remembering how awful Michelle's moanings on Jason earlier. I walked over to the guest room, slowly opened the door and found Alice sleeping soundly in her tshirt and jeans.

Poor her. She didn't bring any clothes with her except for the uniform.

Without thinking straight, I followed my instict and landed my body next to her. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back closer to my chest. She was comfortably warm. I kissed her back and instantly fell asleep.

Notes

okay it's going to take a long time before the next update... : )