CHAPTER 2
LACY
Oh my god, did that just happen? Did I just have sex with my new boss on the kitchen floor, as Albie droned on and on about putting the salt in the right place in the cupboard?
But it’s true, and after we were finished, Howard and I looked at each other, both our faces filled with amazement. But then the billionaire spoke in a low growl.
“Seeing I’ve taken advantage of you, do you want to come up and use my bathroom to get clean? You can’t really work when you’re sticky and hot.”
I blushed because I never do this. He’s a stranger, and yet I let him touch me everywhere. So I was about to refuse when suddenly a warm trickle of cum slid down my thigh. Mr. Bates was right. I had to get clean, so obediently, I followed the man up the stairs to his en suite, stepping into the shower.
And this bathroom is incredible. How did I end up here in this place with the silky towels and the green marble counters? I’m from a lower middle class background, and we had a well we used for water. Our baths were more tepid than hot, so this is a dramatic change.
The shower blasts spray onto me from six different faucet heads. The water hits my curves and washes down my legs to my toenails, painted red. I’m not sure what made Howie do what he did to me today, but I can say one thing. I trust him. From the moment I walked into his office and saw him in the chair, staring at me like I was a movie star, well, I just knew.
Because I had a boyfriend before I became a maid. Charlie. Charlie kept me in a nice little house in New Jersey, where we ate boxed pizza and brushed out teeth looking in the mirror at the same time. Charlie was alright, but he can’t compare to Howie. Not in terms of power, charisma, or charm. And definitely not in terms of cock proportion. Charlie was average, but Howie is downright enormous. I smile as the fancy French soap trickles over my torso. I laugh a little too. Charlie kicked me out because he thought I was sleeping around on him, but I wasn’t! I’d never do such a thing. Despite my lower middle-class background, one thing the Brewsters are is loyal. And Lacy Brewster has cheated. It’s just not in my DNA.
Sighing, I step out of the bathroom with a plush green towel draped around my body. Outside of the penthouse window is the most incredible view of Manhattan I’ve ever seen. The Empire State looms in the background, with a view of the Hudson River sparkling in the distance.
But that doesn’t compare to the giant man lounging in the bed. Because Mr. Bates is spectacular in every way. His shirt is off and the muscles of his chest gleam in the dim light of the room. He’s stretched out, revealing long, powerful legs and strong arms linked behind his head. He’s downright gorgeous, and Charlie fades away into nothingness.
“Come here,” commands Mr. Bates, and I do. I slip right into the sheets and nuzzle up beside him. He smells like musk and masculine cologne with a hint of peppermint aftershave.
“Lacy,” he says, taking my head in his big hand and turning my face up to greet him. He looks deep into my eyes, the blue so dark that it’s almost black. My pussy aches for his big cock again but I can see he wants to talk.
“How did you come to work for me?”
“Well,” I start shyly, smiling. “I had a boyfriend in New Jersey. But he thought I was sleeping around on him, so he kicked me out, and I moved to the city. I saw this job advertised through an agency and signed up. It wasn’t hard to get the position because I don’t think there were many applicants.”
Howie smiles.
“Really? I thought I paid top dollar to all my employees.”
I nod.
“Yes, but I had to interview with Albie, and she’s umm … how do you say it? A tough interviewer?”
Mr. Bates nods, a dry smile on his face.
“Yeah, she’s been with us forever, and she’s hard on new people. But as you can tell, she’s also clueless person. We had sex right under her nose, and she didn’t even know.”
I titter a little.
“I know,” is my breathless sigh. “It was incredible, wasn’t it?”
Howie’s blue eyes gleam as he pulls me close to lean against his chest.
“It was incredible, but even more incredible is you. So where do you live? You’re not staying in this house, are you?” he frowns, brow wrinkling.
I shake my head.
“I’m staying with my aunt on the Lower East Side. The apartment’s about the size of a postage stamp, but it’s cozy and homey.”
Mr. Bates thinks for a moment.
“Will she be worried if you don’t come home tonight?”
I shake my head.
“Aunt Margaret’s out tonight at an art show with her friends, so she won’t even notice. Besides, she’s one of those hippy-dippy types who believes in free love, so she wouldn’t mind anyways.”
“I see,” Howie growls as he kisses me and puts his fingertip on my nose. “The real question is how a man could ever let you go? Your old boyfriend sounds about as dumb as rocks.”
I smile. How does Mr. Bates always say the perfect thing?
“He wasn’t dumb, just suspicious,” is my demurral. “I’m glad Charlie’s out of my life.”
Mr. Bates looks at me for a moment, just thinking.
“Look, I know it’s late and we’ve had a big day, but I want to take you to the rooftop. The view is incredible from up there. Will you come with me?”
I can tell that the gorgeous man has something planned, so I nod as we slip out of bed. I pull on one of Howie’s T-shirts and put my heels back on. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow for clothes. He absolutely destroyed my tights and panties, but it was worth it. I smile at the thought of how dirty we fucked today and inside, my body tingles for more.
He takes my hand and we walk up a gilded staircase. At the top of the stairs, Howie opens a sliding glass door revealing an urban oasis. The plants in their pots are decorated with string lights. There is a little table at the edge of the rail with a candle on it. Plus, he’s right. The view is to die for, a sparkling cityscape of buildings with the river in the distance.
He and I sit across from one another. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in a marble holder with a rose between us in a glass vase. When did he prepare all of this? While I was in the shower? Even more important, why is he doing this?
As if reading my mind, Mr. Bates smiles mysteriously before popping the cork and pouring the champagne.
“To you,” he says, lifting the flute in salute.
“To me?”
“To you,” he affirms. “In celebration of you being fired.”
“What?” Shock courses through me in a rush. Why is he firing me? Shouldn’t it be the opposite? I should get a bonus for what we’ve done.
My heart drops, a lump forming in my throat. Because Aunt Margaret and I need this salary. My aunt doesn’t have a stable job, and I was mooching off of her. So we won’t be able to pay our bills if I don’t work full-time.
But Mr. Bates is totally unconcerned.
“That’s right Lacy. As your boss, I’m firing you. You are no longer my maid. You’re my princess.”
I stare at him. Can this really be happening?
“Do you hear me Lacy? I want you to stay with me. I want to be your man and I want to touch that sweet little pussy of yours every chance I get. I want to make love to your mouth and taste you, day in and day out. I’ll get you everything you could ever want. So yes. You’re fired.”
Suddenly, things drop into place. I’m not sure what being “his princess” means, but it sounds like Howie has something planned. And with no regrets, I give myself to this man. He has my best interests at heart, and I know I’ll be safe in his arms.
The breeze comes up the skyscraper and blows his t-shirt up my thighs. My pussy is exposed and throbbing with desire. I leak a little cum onto the seat just thinking about his cock. It’s so big and juicy and it fills me just right. Good God, I want it right now. He sees the desire in me and stands up. He comes to where I’m sitting and pulls me off of the chair.
“Does my former maid want another mess to clean up?”
Howie smiles before toying with the edge of my t-shirt and slipping a finger into my cunt. “So fucking wet down there,” he murmurs to himself. The man then eases another finger into my vag, making me writhe and mewl in ecstasy. That does it. He pushes me back onto a chaise lounge and takes the champagne bottle with him. He’s got a rock hard dick under his pants and I smile in anticipation.
“Oops,” he growls. He pours a big glass of champagne onto my breasts. Next thing I know he takes the shirt off and pours the entire bottle all over my stomach and nipples before bending to suck my skin like an animal. Something is released in him. The champagne drips down to my pussy, nubile and bare. That talented tongue finds its way inside me as the champagne and my cum mix in the folds of my hot little pussy. He thrusts his fingers in and I gush out onto his knuckles in a creamy wave.
“How’s my dirty girl?” he asks.
“So … fucking … GOOD!” I pant desperately. And then it happens. He wiggles my wet hard clit with his fingertips, and that shoves me over the edge. I moan and let out a rush of cum. I never had this many orgasms with Charlie. He barely cared about my pleasure, only his. And of course, Charlie’s dick was nothing like the monster shaft before me now, because Howie’s got his cock in hand, tapping it on my clit.
“Beg me,” he commands, eyes flashing. “Beg for my cock deep in your pussy.”
He dangles the tip of his cock in front of the hole to my pink pussy. I want him so bad. I want him to spurt his cum in waves deep inside while I ride and take it all in. I want his cum in my ass and mouth. I want his male jism all over my tits, drowning my nipples.
“Oh please! PLEASE! Fuck! Fuck! Put it in me now, Please, please, do it!” is my helpless shriek.
I scream and my voice dies in the New York City night. He pushes his cock into my tight hole and I moan with pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. I absolutely melt as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. We’re not even thinking about condoms or protection. Maybe I should tell him I’m not on the pill. But I don’t care. I want him to gush his seed into me and make me scream while he does it. I want to be his and his alone. My god, look at those pecs. They’re defined and straining, muscled like a gladiator.
He trembles as he grips the wet fabric of the chaise lounge and pushes even further in. My hair is wet with champagne and expensive Italian conditioner from the shower I just took. My god. The top five floors of this building belong to him. Howie Bates. My boss as of this morning. And now, what are we?
But there’s no time to think. Howie thrusts faster and harder, getting so deep with his monster cock that I feel like it’s going to pop out of my throat. Howie thrusts again, biting his lip, keeping things under control even as the fire rages between us.
“You’re so wet Lacy. Fuck fuck fuck.”
I’m on another plane as well.
“Come in me Mr. Bates,” I beg. “Come in me with your cock right now. Pump me full of your cum.”
“You gonna cum on my cock, Cinderella?”
I smile and then I’m orgasming again. A scream breaks through the night and Howie explodes. All of his semen pumps deep into my cunt hole and leaks down my legs, sticky and sweet. Fuck. Fuck. I clench and spasm ecstatically as my pussy milks him of every drop. Oh god. When did making love feel this good?
Finally, we descend from heaven and Howie looks at me before taking my head in his hands. He kisses me deeply and I revel in the passionate touch, my soul singing in ecstasy.
“Tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping for a whole new wardrobe, sweetheart,” the big man murmurs against my lips. “Seeing that I destroyed what you have on today, you’re going to need a lot more clothes.”
My heart sings because suddenly I feel like a real Cinderella. Can this actually be happening? Has my prince come to save me from my previous existence, lifting me to new heights, body and soul?