3. Lost Control

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door suddenly flew open. He stood naked, tossing his white towel onto the couch. Suddenly, without warning, a young lady entered his personal chamber, balancing a tray of food in her arms. He felt a wave of confusion, unsure if she had already left.

"Oh my!" Loveth exclaimed, caught off guard by the sight of the young master without clothes. Loveth swallowed, her grip on the tray in her hands almost slipping. However, she remembered his mother's warning about his weak stomach. She tightened her grip on the tray, swallowed, and immediately looked down.

"I apologize, I didn't intend to."

"Hmm.." Confusion washed over Patrick as he realized that someone had invaded his privacy, a thought that hadn't crossed his mind. Patrick's anger surged as he found himself at a loss for words, unable to respond to her presence with the tray he had noticed before.

As Loveth stood there, she considered whether to drop the tray of food in his large bedroom or to walk out with it. Suddenly, she heard him ask, "Why are you still in here?"

"I.." Loveth slowly lifted her head and locked eyes with Patrick. Her gaze met his erect rod, causing her to swallow nervously before quickly looking away.

"I came to deliver your dinner, sir. Mother mentioned your weak stomach, so I thought it was important to bring it to you. She seemed sad and worried when I told her that you didn't respond to me and left me, going back to your rooms," Loveth said, but Patrick remained unresponsive.

Loveth looked up and saw Patrick walking back to the blue executive chair. It was clear that he had a fondness for the blue and purple seats. Patrick angrily tied his towel around his waist and glared back at Loveth.

"Bring it here, drop it on the table, and then leave!" Patrick ordered, and Loveth quickly moved closer to him. She stood beside the table and the seat, approaching the table to place the tray. As Loveth went to set the tray down, her arms accidentally brushed against Patrick's. She froze, feeling goosebumps all over her.

"Apologies, sir.. I didn't mean to," Loveth whispered, her voice filled with fear, as she noticed the subtle signs of arousal in the handsome man before she entered. She had never slept with a man before, but her best friend Nancy Leo, a 22-year-old lady, had enthusiastically shared her experiences and the benefits of dating wealthier men.

Loveth came from an average home. They weren't poor, nor were they rich. They lived a normal life. Loveth's mother worked with the local council as a servant, while her father drove a taxi.

Loveth's blood boiled as the audacious, attractive man with a dark appearance leaned in closer. Before she could react and distance herself, he firmly grasped her slender, shapely waist. She was still dressed in her pink maid uniform and hadn't yet returned to her room to change into her nightgown.

"Do you smell like milk?" Patrick inquired, his nose twitching as he leaned in to smell Loveth. She turned her head to face him, meeting his piercing, icy gaze that was so close to her. Loveth replied, "no, sir," to his question as they stood close together. She felt something poke her from beneath, causing her to shudder. Patrick released his grip on her slightly and gazed at her beautiful yellow face.

"Have we met before?" Patrick's question left Loveth even more confused, causing her to gulp nervously as she struggled to find the right words. Before Loveth could respond, Patrick's lips brushed against hers, pulling her closer. Without warning, he passionately kissed her, leaving Loveth in complete shock. It was the first time she had ever kissed a guy. Her village boyfriend didn't even ask her out.

Patrick intensified the kiss, sliding his second hand behind her back and gripping one of her buttocks. He gently squeezed it, causing Loveth to consider pushing him away. However, a wave of new emotions washed over her, as she had never been intimate with a guy before.

Loveth's hands grew numb as they wrapped around Patrick's waist, and she couldn't resist the passionate kisses he planted on her. Patrick lifted Loveth and she clung to his head for support while passionately kissing him in response to his intense affection. Loveth knew she was weak. She never expected to be so easily taken advantage of by her madam's son. She wondered how her parents would react when they discovered that she had slept with her madam's only son on just her second day of working with them. At just 20 years old, she found herself in the arms of a handsome man who seemed to know exactly how to make her weak. He effortlessly lifted her and placed her delicately on his luxurious king-size bed, adorned with a pristine white bedspread.

Patrick dropped his towel, revealing his fully erect body to her. Loveth quickly sat up on his bed, feeling afraid of what he might do to her. "I apologize, sir. Please allow me to leave!" Loveth pleaded with her black eyes, but Patrick was too hot to listen.

Patrick sensed Loveth's fear as she was new and working as his mother's maid. However, he believed she deliberately entered his room knowing he was undressed, as if she wanted to engage with him. He was already feeling warm before she arrived.

"Why are you addressing me as sir? I'm not old." Patrick spoke and gently lifted her chin, guiding her to look at him. His thumb gently brushed against her lips.

"Your lips have a naturally pink hue. Did you apply anything to enhance the color?" Patrick asked, catching Loveth off guard as their eyes locked once more.

"No sir," Loveth stammered. As she tried to sit up, her right hand accidentally brushed against Patrick's rod, causing him to moan. Loveth gasped in horror and stared at Patrick's hard little man that she had unintentionally touched.

"I apologize for accidentally touching you there," Loveth's face immediately turned red in embarrassment and filled with horror. However, Patrick responded with a smile, taking her right hand and guiding it to his rod, causing her to gasp once more."Ahh!"

"Sure, feel free to touch me there if you'd like. After all, that's what you're here for, right?" Patrick asked, and before Loveth could respond, he leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing his lips up to hers. He passionately captured her lips again, kissing her with intensity as he felt a surge of heat. Her smooth body calmed and dissipated all his previous anger towards Willow.

Patrick slid her maid gown upwards, eager to explore every corner of Loveth's inner walls. He desired to ravish every aspect of her physical beauty, from her outer cave to her navel button and her breasts. Her body responded eagerly to his touch, as if it had a will of its own, surrendering to the enchantment of his hands.

Loveth forgot she bring his dinner to him, and she ended up in bed with him. Patrick inserted his finger into her pants and touched her center, but Loveth abruptly pulled away, separating her lips from his and stared at him with fear.

"What's the issue? Have you not done it before?" Patrick raised a brow, and stared at Loveth's pretty chubby face, wanting to kiss her again. However, Loveth shook her head instead.

Patrick savored the delicious taste of her lips, not wanting her to pause as she kissed him with gentle intensity, a flavor unlike any other woman he had encountered.

Patrick reached out to touch Loveth's thigh once more, but she firmly pushed his hands away and looked at him with concern. Meanwhile, Patrick distracted himself by giving himself a hand massage, feeling a growing heat inside him that made him feel like he was about to burst. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a warm place to relax and release all his pent-up energy.

Loveth noticed Parrick stroking himself, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of desire as she found herself captivated by his presence.

It had a significant size. She was amazed by the size of the boys she had seen on the street, and she couldn't help but gasp softly when Patrick took his hand away and gently touched her lips. 

"Could you please help me with this? It would really improve my mood." Patrick asked, and Loveth shook her head in disbelief, her gaze shifting from his rod to his face. She shook her head once more. "I can't do that. How am I supposed to?" Loveth asked, and Patrick's face twisted into a frown, refusing to accept that she had no prior experience with men.

Patrick grew annoyed and attempted to rise from his bed, but Loveth swiftly pulled his left hand back, urging him to wait. With minimal effort, Loveth managed to stop Patrick and make him wait. Patrick fell on top of her on his bed, intoxicated. He gazed at her beautiful face beneath him, weakened by the alcohol he had consumed.