10: Did Something Happen Between Us?

By the time Leonor was done cleaning, she felt exhausted and could barely keep her eyes open. She looked at the welcoming soft bed and saw it had a few ripples, she managed to drag her body towards it and fixed it, not wanting Armando to look at her in anger for not arranging his bed properly.

Her hands ran through the sheets, and she couldn't help but fall on it. She immediately realized that she was now lying on his bed and made to move before he returned and got the wrong idea. But then how could she? The mattress was so soft, and she felt so weak, 'Just for a few seconds' she thought to herself and relaxed on the bed.

Soon enough, she had dozed off completely. She was so deep in sleep that she didn't even hear the room door open, neither did she sense Armando's presence. Armando was in shock, seeing her lying there comfortably. It was the first time a woman had slept on his bed and somehow, the bed looked a bit more alive to him now with her presence.

He chuckled as he thought of how this woman seemed to defy him at every turn, even in her sleep. His other women get kicked out immediately after he is done with them, but this woman has even refused him, and yet, he seemed quite pleased with the fact that she was on his bed. What a strange feeling, he said to himself.

She wasn't fully on the bed as her legs were out of it, she was uncomfortable but her creased brows made her even cute. Such a rare sight to him. He walked over to the dressing table to get his phone. He turned on the screen and immediately began taking numerous pictures of her from all sides.

Once he was done and satisfied, he kept back his phone and moved to wake her up, he was just about to touch her when he suddenly felt he didn't want to disturb her sleep. She looked so peaceful and at ease, and even smiled at some point. He decided to just let her stay here for the night. Armando crouched down and lifted her effortlessly with his hands, he put her down on the bed, and she immediately sunk into the soft sheets. She looked like a little cute cat to him at that moment.

Armando climbed onto the other side of the bed, he was used to sleeping in the middle but with this little girl around he had to be understanding and share his bed, and he did that willingly. He lay on his side watching her small face, she suddenly leaned into him sleepily and his whole body stiffened while feeling her rub herself against him. He knew this was just an innocent act of hers, and she had no idea what she was doing, but his body still reacted to it.

She never ventured near his dick, though, but he really wished she would. Just when he thought her knee would get close, she suddenly stopped and stilled as well. He suddenly feared that she had woken up but then as he stole a glance at her, he saw she was now deep in sleep. He sighed helplessly and also tried to sleep, but he couldn't, he was so turned on by her even though all she did was rub her face against his chest.

He tried sleeping it off, but he couldn't still. He groaned, frustrated, and left the bed, headed to the bathroom. Armando walked into the bathroom to have a nice cold bath to help him calm his nerves down. Holding on to the railing, he closed the shower curtain and turned on the tap, but as the cold water cascaded down his body, the calmness he had expected didn't come.

Instead, it seemed like the water became hot as it touched his body. He grunted in anger, he just couldn't get the thought of Leonor out of his head.

He reached his hand down and grabbed his throbbing dick.

‘Maybe if I pictured her while jerking off, I would feel better,’ he thought to himself and then suddenly wanted to hit his head on the wall at the same time. He had never done this by himself, ever. And if it were some other maid on that bed, then he would have most definitely awoken her and made her deep-throat him hard. But look at him now. He slowly closed his eyes and pictured Leonor's beautiful yet innocent face looking up at him, her soft succulent lips sucking on his hot and hard dick and her eyes begging him to release.

He imagined grabbing her by the head and thrusting deep inside her while pumping his cock hard and fast. The running water did nothing to dampen his sexual desire. Instead, it served as a lubricant to speed up his strokes.

Him touching her naked and standing before him. He imagined grabbing her soft boobs and sucking on her nipples, he'd give each one a hard squeeze and a nice suck. Kissing her neck as his hands went down to explore her flowery region.

He'd put a finger inside of her slowly and then go down on her to taste her juices. He would lick and suck her until she kept moaning loudly. As he imagined tongue fucking Leonor, he kept stroking and pumping his dick, getting faster and faster with each second.

He would get her ready to use his dick to explore her private region. He would point his dick at her entrance, and slowly he'd enter inside of her. Then kiss her while fucking her. Enjoying the sweet taste of her full lips.

He'd slowly slide inside of her and would keep fucking her, as he imagined just how good it would be to be inside her, he could feel it, he was already on the edge and was so close to his release. He felt his knees buckle, and he pictured fucking Leonor even harder, going inside her deeper while sucking on her lips.

He would go deep inside of her while kissing her. He kept stroking and pumping on his dick, grunting and twitching as it felt so fucking intense for him.

And soon, he came…

Armando leaned against the wall of the shower as he ejaculated. He closed his eyes in relief. He felt so satisfied, if just imagining her was this wonderful, imagine how amazing having sex with her would feel like. His imagination of her while jerking off wasn't exactly his type of sex. In fact he had never wanted to be so slow and sensual to a woman. He had always been rough, punishing, and domineering.

But his imagination had nothing to do with that, and yet, it still brought him a higher level of pleasure. As he thought of this, a sudden plan brewed in his head, this time he wasn't going to secretly watch her. This time he would put her close to him, where she could be in full view.

The next morning.

Bright rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains and scattered across the floors of the room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner invaded Leonor's senses as she woke up from her deep slumber. She still felt groggy and all of her limbs ached from working day and night. Her body ached terribly and all she wanted most was a neck massage at least.

She enjoyed the sleep though, it was the first time since she arrived here that she actually had a good night's rest and even slept in. She reluctantly pried her eyes open and placed a palm over her mouth as she yawned carefreely. While rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked around trying to process in the unfamiliar room. She could not, for the life of her, recall how exactly she had moved from her room to this place.

She noted that, unlike her bright and cheery room, this room fully depicted an authoritative aura and most definitely belonged to a person with a cool and brooding personality. The walls of the room were painted harshly, and almost everything else in the room was colored black; the curtains, the reading table and chair, the bedside table, the bed frame, and even the air conditioner. The only other colored items in the room were the white bedsheets and blankets on which they were lying on.

She tried her best to remember what had happened last night as she made to stand up when she suddenly found that a weight lay on her torso. A strong arm rested just below her stomach, hoarding her movement, and preventing her from leaving.

At the time, her memories immediately got back to her, and she remembered wanting to just rest in Armando's room for a few seconds, did she end up sleeping off? Then if that is true then… The one hugging her from behind is Armando?

She immediately shrieked and squirmed away from the bed, waking Armando up from his comfortable sleep. Armando finally stirred, rousing from his slumber. He placed a hand over his mouth as he yawned, and raised his hands above his head in a stretch. Rolling over on his side, he slowly flipped his eyes open and noticed the face of the half-frightened Leonor sitting on the cold grounds. He seemed to be trying to focus his eyes as he blinked.

Even though she didn't have the warmest or meekest of looks, she was still there and was the first image he saw when he opened his eyes, that alone made him feel whole. Last night was the first night in a very, very long time that he had slept so comfortably. Who knew sleeping next to a woman would be nice? He thought to himself as he sat up in bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked her, pretending to be oblivious to the turmoil going on in her head. To his shock, she immediately struck him with a glare, he was taken aback by her fierce look but gave her a warning gaze which made her shift her gaze back to the floor. Her breathing was ragged as anger shot from her veins and tears streamed down. Armando, of course, had no idea she was crying and decided to tease her. “Get up and go out.”

Leonor got up from the floor and grabbed him by the collar, her eyes meeting his in a dangerous glare.

“What did you do to me?”