Chapter 6 – Hope
My heart was beating so fast. I was so scared. I didn’t know if Mr. King was going to yell at me, or, worse, fire my mom because I was in the library, a part of the house that apparently was very off limits. I couldn’t find my voice. I opened my mouth several times, trying to explain myself, but nothing intelligent seemed to come out.
As soon as he walked out of the library, I ran. I couldn’t quite remember what direction I’d come in, but I ran nonetheless. Because the cabin was so big, I had to run quite far until I came to anything recognizable.
Finally, I arrived in a part of the house that looked familiar. I glanced over and saw the kitchen where I’d placed the food that my mother had prepared and made a beeline for the front door. I was scared and embarrassed. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
I jumped into my car, started the engine, and sped out of the driveway, almost hitting the gate on my way out. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my chest was starting to tighten. I tried to breathe, but couldn’t seem to get enough air. I didn’t know how I was going to explain this to my mother.
When I got home, I found my mother sitting at the kitchen table with opened mail scattered around her. She had tears in her eyes and her head hung low.
“Mom? What’s going on? Are you okay?”
My mother almost never cried. She always portrayed a strong, confident woman who was proud of being capable of taking care of her family. Something must be really wrong. My heart started to beat fast again, for the second time in less than an hour.
“No,” answered my mother, sounding defeated. “I’m just drowning in bills and I have no idea how I am going to pay them.”
She collapsed into a coughing fit, struggling to catch her breath.
When she finally stopped, she was able to wheeze out, “I wasn’t wanting to tell you, but it’s getting to the point where I just can’t keep up. You need to know because it could affect our living situation. If they were to evict us…”
She broke into sobs and wheezing again. It wasn’t good for her to work herself into such upset in this fragile of a condition.
“Mom, it’s okay,” I reassured her, rubbing her back while she continued to cough. I hated seeing her this way. “We’re going to be okay.”
My mom shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I just don’t know how, Hope. The money that I’m making working is just not enough. And now, with me being so sick and having doctor’s bills on top of it, I just don’t see how we’re going to make it.”
My mother broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. I felt so bad for her. It was a huge load to carry alone and I knew it. And to be sick on top of it. I felt helpless as I watched my mother fall apart.
Stopping abruptly and uncovering her tear-stained face, she asked, “Why are you back so early? I know that you can work pretty fast, but there’s no way that you did that whole big house already. Even just the parts we’re allowed into are huge.”
I really didn’t want to give her more bad news, especially considering she was already stressed and upset. But, I knew that I was going to have to tell her sooner rather than later, so I figured I might as well treat it like a band aid that had to come off, and just rip right into it.
“Okay, don’t be mad…”
“Oh, no,” my mother groaned. I thought that she was going to collapse right there at the table. “I hate when you start things off that way. It’s a guarantee that I will be mad.”
“I was in the library…”
“Why were you in the library?” my mother interrupted wildly. “You are never supposed to step foot on that side of the house! I told you that.”
“I know! I’m sorry,” I told her, sincerely. “I was just trying to get a look at the house. It’s huge! And then I got lost, and couldn’t remember which part you said not to go into. Nor did I even know which part I was in after a while. It was like some crazy maze.”
I laughed, but my mother just shook her head at me. She clearly didn’t find what I was saying to be very funny.
“But, anyway,” I rushed to continue, “I think I startled Mr. King or something and he came into the library with a bat, like I was a burglar or something. He freaked out on me. So I guess I just got really scared, and I left.”
Did I look scared? I wondered. I thought I had managed to hide it pretty well. I played coy, and it seemed as if there was a connection between Mr. King and me. After all, he hadn’t kicked me out then and there. He had told me to go clean. There must have been something about me that made him want to keep me around.
It could have just been consideration for my mother, whom he had admitted was a great employee. But I’d like to think it was something more. Maybe his tall frame would be good at picking me up and throwing me down on the bed. I’d never even had sex before and I was saving my virginity for someone who knew what they were doing, unlike all the dorky guys I’d kissed in high school.
I bet Mr. King would definitely know what he was doing. He looked at me like he wanted to ravish me. But, I tried to stay focused on the matter at hand, so I wouldn’t be distracted and not pay attention to what my mom was saying. She hated when I did that, and it was clear that she really needed my help right now, and I was just messing things up even further for her.
“Hope!” my mother shouted. “I’m sitting here stressed about paying the bills and this could potentially really set me back. Mr. King pays me the most out of all my cleaning or cooking clients, so I really can’t afford to lose him. Especially right now.”
Those had been my thoughts the whole drive back from Mr. King’s mansion. I was letting my mom down. I was adding to her stress. I had to fix this.
“I’m sure that everything will be okay.” I said it with a forceful tone, trying to convince myself as much as my mother.
“You have to go back and clean that house. There is really no other way around it.”
Going back into that house was one of the last things that I wanted to do. But, I couldn’t bear to let my mom down again. I couldn’t stand the thought that I could possibly be the reason that she would shed more tears. I was willing to do anything, even voluntarily go back into that house, where Mr. King was very mad at me.
But, I couldn’t help but admit to myself that I was curious about seeing Mr. King again. And I had a feeling that beneath his tough guy exterior, he wanted to see me again, too.
“Of course, Mom. I’ll go back and do an amazing job. And I know what else I’ll do. I’ll bake him an apple pie. There’s no way that he can still be mad if I bring him one of those. Everyone always says my apple pies are the best.”
“He was mad?” asked my mother, fear beginning to creep into her voice.
“Well, not mad. But, I don’t think that he was happy that I was in that part of the house.”
My mother fell silent and her gaze drifted off. She was lost in her thoughts and I could tell. I was about to scream because I couldn’t stand the silence, but she finally spoke.
“I’m sure he was mad, since he doesn’t like anyone going near him. But, you do have a certain way with people. And with baking goods. Hopefully your pie really can win him over. Thank you, Hope,” she said, mustering the strength to let a plastic smile play about her lips.
“You’re welcome, Mom,” I said, squeezing her shoulders and then walking toward my bedroom.
I closed the door to my bedroom once I got there and sunk to the floor against it. I could still hear the faint sound of my mother crying. I had messed up, big time. I thought that my heart was going to break.
I could only hope that my apple pie could save things. That, and perhaps the fact that Mr. King seemed to like having me in his presence. His words might say otherwise, but his eyes betrayed the truth. I would just have to do whatever it took to win his affection.
When I finally heard my mom’s sobs stop, I realized she had gone into her room to lay down. Good, she needed the rest.
I still couldn’t manage to get the thoughts of Mr. King out of my mind. He looked at me like he wanted to tear my clothes off. And I wanted to let him.
I was sick of being a virgin. I wondered if Mr. King might stop being mad at me if I took my clothes off for him and let him get a really good look at my body, which he obviously seemed to like.
I let my hands trail down to my jeans and I unzipped the fly. I wanted to touch myself, just a little, as I’m sure Mr. King wanted to do, too.
I pretended his hands were my hands as I pinched my clit, a little hard, like I had the feeling he would do. Soon I was rubbing myself as I imagined him ordering me on my hands and knees. I didn’t know where this fantasy was coming from, but I liked it, so I went with it.
I plunged the finger of my other hand deep inside my pussy as I continued working my clit back and forth, up and down. I bet Mr. King had a big cock, to match his big, toned body. One of the rooms had been a work out room, with a towel slung over one machine and a water bottle placed up against another one. So, he obviously worked out and had a rock hard body. I knew he had to have a big, rock hard cock to match.
I put another finger inside me to try to stretch myself out because I knew Mr. King’s cock was big.
I’m ready for you, I thought, as I fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit. Wetness gathered, hot and sticky, on my hands as I thought about how good it would feel for Mr. King to fuck me. I want you to take me for my very first time.
I imagined him taking me from behind, holding onto my ass and pushing me on and off his cock as he thrust himself in and out of me. The thought was so hot I came all over, gushing out liquid I didn’t even realized had pooled up inside me. My panties had been dripping wet and I would have thought all of it had fallen out as I stood there in fear but also turned on as he was looking at me when he caught me in his library.
What if next time when he caught me, I was naked? I thought, my face burning when I thought about how I’d just masturbated while thinking about him. I bet then he’d have to punish me good and hard.
It almost seemed like a dream too good to come true. That an older man— my mom had told me he was in his thirties— as rich, powerful, and reclusive as Mr. King would want to take my virginity.
My breath came out fast and quick as I took off my jeans and started to change into comfier sweatpants. I felt weak-kneed, a result of my desire for him and the force with which I’d just made myself cum by thinking about him.
I was glad my mother was making me face my fear and go back to see him again. I’d offer the apple pie— and anything else it took— to win his forgiveness. And I couldn’t help but hope he’d make it a little hard on me to earn.