All Chapters of Stuck in between : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The next morning came too fast. I barely slept, every creak in the servants’ quarters made me turn. I kept thinking about that door, the one Mr. Grey disappeared into without a word. What was in there? Why did it need a card? And why did I feel like I shouldn’t want to know. By 5:30 a.m. I was already dressed. The uniform felt stiff on my skin, I straightened the collar in front of the small mirror, wiped imaginary dust off my shoes, and made my way into the house. The hallway smelled like lemon polish. The air was still too cold, and breakfast had to be ready before six. ********* In the kitchen, I met Clara, a woman in her thirties with tired eyes and fast hands. She didn’t talk much, she only told me where to find the cutlery, how Mr. Grey liked his eggs and warned me again not to break anything. “He’s particular,” she said, glancing toward the hallway. “Clean, quiet, and don’t ask questions.” That phrase again. Don’t ask questions. By the time we placed the tray

The evening came quietly, but the sky had already changed its mood. Clouds gathered, heavy and low, while the soft breeze turned sharp. It smelled like rain, the kind that didn’t stop once it started. Mrs. Hart didn’t give us any instructions about dinner. That could only mean one thing: Mr. Grey wasn’t expected, or at least not anytime soon. I was in the sitting room, wiping the walls with a soft cloth when I heard it, the low purr of an engine. My heart kicked, I rushed to the window and peeked through the curtain. A black luxury car had pulled into the driveway. It gleamed under the darkening sky, long and powerful. With a silver emblem that glowed faintly in the mist, my stomach fluttered. The door opened, and Mr. Grey stepped out. He wasn’t holding an umbrella. Rain had started falling lightly, but he didn’t seem to care. His hair caught the droplets, his dark suit clung to his shoulders. And still, he walked calmly, and unhurried like the storm didn’t dare touch hi

I have started falling for him. Since that night, I haven’t been the same. I keep trying to forget what I saw, but it’s useless. Every time I close my eyes, I see Mr. Grey, in that secret room. Touching himself like no one was watching. The way he held himself, slow and rough at the same time. That soft moan, the way his jaw clenched. and The huge size of his dick. Gosh, it was big, thick and heavy. His hand barely wrapped around it. Since that night, my body has been on fire. Even now, days later, I still press my thighs together when I remember. And it’s worse because he doesn’t say anything. He walks around like nothing happened, calm as always. That silence… it makes it harder. It makes me want him. ****** Today was Sunday. After breakfast, Clara left to visit her sister. Mrs. Hart went to church. I stayed behind to do kitchen work. Mr. Grey had come down for breakfast, he barely touched his food, and went back to his room. Quiet and distant. I saw the bottle