chapter 3

The next morning.

I woke up early, the sun was coming in through the window. It was soft and warm on my face, I blinked a few times. then sat up slowly.

I could still feel the wetness of my cum around my thigh, a quiet reminder of last night. Even though I had cleaned it, it still lingered there.

I stretched my arms and took a deep breath. My name is Amara, I’m twenty years old. This is my first real job, working as a maid in Mr. Grey’s house.

He is much older than me, Maybe in his fifties. He has grey in his hair and always speaks in a calm voice.

I got out of bed and washed my face, then I changed into my uniform and tied my hair back into a ponytail, ready to do my work.

As I worked around the house, my mind kept going back to Mr. Grey. There is something about him I don't understand yet, something that makes my heart beat faster every time I think about him.

And the way he handles me… it is irresistible.

Just before lunch, one of his staff came to me and said Mr. Grey wanted to see me in his study.

my heart skipped a little bit, it beat faster and irregular. I wondered what he would do to me again.

I wiped my hands and walked down the long hallway, trying to keep calm. When I reached his room, I knocked softly. After a moment, I opened the door and stepped inside. He stood near his desk and looked at me with quiet eyes. Then he walked to a nearby shelf and picked up a small box.

“Come here, Amara,” he said.

I walked closer, feeling nervous.

He held out the box. “Wear this tonight, and come to my room at eight. I have something to show you.”

I looked at the box, then at him. “Yes, sir,” I said softly.

then I turned to go.

“Wait,” he said.

I stopped immediately, standing still.

what again?.... I wondered.

He came up behind me. Then I felt his hand, just one firm smack on my butt. It made me gasp and sent a sharp sting through my skin. It was painful and somehow lovely at the same time.

“I just wanted to feel you,” he said in a low voice. “Now go do your work, and prepare for tonight.”

My cheeks grew hot, I nodded and left the room, holding the box tightly.

I wondered what was inside the box, and why he had asked me to wear it tonight.

I walked gently to my room and placed the box on my bed. I didn’t bother to check what was inside. Besides, I wasn’t ready to see it because I knew it would definitely be something that would make my heart race.

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When the clock in the hallway struck seven, I left the work I was doing and went back to my room. The small white box Mr. Grey gave me was still sitting on my bed. I was too nervous to open it.

I walked gently to the bed and slowly lifted the lid, with my hand shaking slightly.

I opened the box and saw a black lingerie set, It was made of soft lace and silk. It looked pretty and very delicate, like it could tear if I touched it too hard. There was also a small black mask, the kind that only covered the eyes.

I touched the fabric with my fingers, It didn’t feel like something a maid should wear. It felt like something meant for a stripper.

I undressed and carefully put on the lingerie, the lace fit snug on my skin. Showing more than it hid, then I tied the mask behind my head, When I looked in the mirror. I hardly recognized myself, I looked older and braver, almost like a stripper.

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At eight o’clock, I walked down the hallway to Mr. Grey’s room. My feet were quiet on the floor, and my hands stayed close to my sides.

I stopped at his door, took a deep breath, and knocked softly.

“Come in,” he said.

I opened the door slowly and stepped inside.

He was already behind the door in the room, waiting for me.

he took my hand and led me gently toward the bed.

“Sit,” he said softly.

I sat down, careful not to wrinkle the delicate fabric I wore. My fingers tightened on the edge of the bed. I felt nervous, not afraid.

He stood in front of me, his eyes was calm but focused.

“Amara,” he said in a low voice, “do you trust me?”

I looked up at him and nodded slowly. “I think I do.”

But deep down, I wasn’t sure. Did I really trust him?

I don’t think I did because I had no idea what he was up to now.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Then he walked to a tall cabinet on the far wall. When he opened it, I saw neat rows of folded cloth and objects I didn’t fully understand. He picked something up and turned back to me, with his expression unreadable.

then he walked back to me with a smile on his face.

He placed a dark silk ribbon in my hand. “This is just a symbol,” he said. “Not to hold you, but to remind you that you're here by choice.”

I held the ribbon, unsure what to say. My heart beat loudly in my ears, I didn't understand what he meant.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he said gently. “But if you stay, I’ll guide you Slowly and carefully.”

I looked into his eyes and saw something I didn’t expect, patience and confidence.

“I’ll stay,” I said quietly.

“Then come,” he said, offering his hand again. “Let’s begin with trust.”