Watchful Eyes

Charlotte’s POV

The housekeeper Maria returned from her short holiday and suddenly my secret nights with Sebastian became ten times harder.

She’s got sharp eyes that seem to follow my every short skirt move and accidental bend.

She showed up at the door with her suitcase, smiling like always, but I felt the shift immediately.

Maria had worked for us for years. She’s loyal. Quiet. And the type of woman that notices everything. “Miss Charlotte,” she said that first morning, pulling me aside in the hallway while Sebastian was in his office. “Those clothes… are you okay? This isn’t like you.”

I tugged at the hem of my tiny skirt. “It’s just a bit hot lately, Auntie Maria. Besides fashion these days, it keeps evolving, you know?” The excuse sounded weak even to me.

My heart raced. I couldn’t sneak into Sebastian’s room as easily anymore. Not with her watching.

She gave me that motherly look, I can’t blame her, she’s always been this way to me since my mom isn’t always around. “Be careful, sweetheart. You shouldn’t jump on every fashion trend out there.”

I nodded and slipped away, cheeks burning. Inside my room I locked the door and dropped onto the bed.

My hand went straight between my legs. I was already soaked. I pictured Sebastian’s thick cock pounding me deep, his hand around my throat, that low growl when he called me his. “Fuck, Daddy,” I whispered, fingers plunging deep.

I rode them hard, imagining him bending me over while Maria cleaned the next room. The risk made me cum fast and messy, thighs shaking, biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan too loud.

But that’s not what I want. I want the real thing. His roughness. His size.

Nothing else filled the emptiness anymore. It was either him or nothing.

Mom wasn't around that afternoon. And I honestly don’t care where she is. I know she’s probably somewhere trying to keep the family image perfect while she ignored her family indoors.

I sent Sebastian a quick text. Miss your cock already. No reply. I tried brushing against him in the hallway later, letting my breasts press into his arm. He stiffened but kept walking. Maria was right behind us with a laundry basket.

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

The days went by with frustration because for every plan I had. Auntie Maria was a big obstacle.

I wore even shorter shorts. No bra under thin tops. I’d “drop” things near him, bending slow so he could see everything.

Each time his gaze lingered a second longer. Auntie Maria seemed to appear like a shadow. “Need help with that, miss?” she’d ask, voice too sweet.

One evening I cornered him in the kitchen while Maria was upstairs. I pressed close, whispering, “I’m still sore from last time. I touch myself every night thinking about how you filled me.”

My hand brushed his cock. He was hard. For a minute his fingers dug into my hip like he might lift me onto the counter.

Then we heard Auntie Maria’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

Sebastian stepped back fast, face tight. “Not now,” he muttered.

I went to my room pissed and touched myself again, harder this time, riding the collar until I came shaking.

But it wasn’t enough. Sebastian was the only thing that made me feel whole since our first night. And now auntie Maria was in the way.

My obsession for Sebastian increased after the night he disvirgined me. And with each day passing, the urge to have him keeps increasing.

I hated it. Hated how careful I had to be. Hated how much I still craved him.

That night I heard Sebastian in his office. I waited until Maria went to bed, then crept downstairs. He was at his desk, staring at the family tablet. His face changed when he looked up. I could see shock, then fury in his eyes.

“Charlotte.” His voice was low and dangerous. “What the hell is this?”

He turned the screen. My p**n history. Step-family videos. Rough BDSM. Breeding. Collar play. All of it.

Heat flooded my face, but something else stirred lower. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

He stood up fast and cornered me against the wall. “You’ve been watching this shit? Is that where you learn all these tricks from?” His hand came up beside my head, caging me in.

I didn’t back down. “Yes. I watch them every night. Because you won’t touch me anymore.”

The air crackled. He grabbed my chin, thumb rough on my lip. For a second I thought he’d kiss me.

Then his mouth crashed down on mine, angry and hungry. His body pinned me to the wall as his hands roamed, squeezing my ass, sliding under my skirt. I moaned into the kiss, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants.

Just as his fingers pushed inside my soaked pussy, the office door creaked open slightly.

Maria’s voice cut through the dark. “Mr. Sebastian? I thought I heard something. Is everything alright?”

Sebastian froze with his fingers still deep inside me. My heart hammered against his chest.