Dominant Desires

Spying on him

CHAPTER NINE_______

LISA’S POV

“Lisa?” Mr Jackson said as he stared at me.

My eyes met his, and I froze.

Shit! He knew. He knew I was watching him. He knew I was watching him pleasure himself in the bathtub. I heard his moans and groans and watched him touch himself. I was literally a pervert at this point.

My heart skipped a beat. I was mortified. I knew that this was the end. I would surely lose my job this time.

Was I so stupid?

Three times? I had gotten into trouble trouble three times in just one day. What was wrong with me? Why was I so classless and dumb?

My heart was racing.

Mr. Jackson would probably fire me right now. He would yell at me and throw me out of the mansion. He would tell me not to come back.

Oh God! This was terrible.

I needed this job. It was the only thing that kept me from losing everything. My mom needed the money for her cancer treatment. Without this job, I wouldn't be able to afford her treatments. I would not only be jobless, but my mother would never get the treatments and care she needed, and I would have failed her. I would be a disappointment and a failure.

What was wrong with me? How did things get so messed up?

I couldn’t afford to lose this job.

I stared at Mr Jackson, terrified and ashamed. I was a mess. I felt the tears stinging in my eyes. I was going to cry.

Why did I do that? Why did I peep on him? Why?!!!

Mr Jackson was still staring at me.

“Aren’t you going to say anything? Why are you here?” He asked. His eyes were narrowed, and his jaw was clenched.

Oh God! What could I say? What was I going to say?

The room was dead silent. The silence was unbearable.

I couldn't look at Mr Jackson anymore. I was so embarrassed and ashamed.

“Uhhh…I-I … I was cleaning the room and I… I heard a noise…and you…” I swallowed and looked down, trying to escape his gaze but my eyes landed on his lower body.

Mr Jackson’s hand was still under the water, and his body was still naked and wet.

I quickly shut my eyes and looked away.

My cheeks turned red, and heat pooled in between my thighs.

Oh my!

Mr Jackson was so handsome and sexy.

And the way he touched himself was the hottest and most pleasurable thing I had ever seen.

It made me imagine things.

Things that a girl shouldn't be imagining about her boss. Things that made me so wet.

If I wasn’t in trouble at the moment, I would have continued to watch him.

I would have stayed and stared and thought about nasty things.

But I couldn’t. He was staring at me, waiting for an explanation. I had to give him a good one. But my mind was blank.

What should I say? What could I possibly say that would justify my behavior.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I heard a sound, and I came here to check…I didn’t know you were here, and then…I saw you and I…I didn't mean to spy on you. I didn't want to... I didn’t even know that this was a bathroom and not another room. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Please don't fire me. I need this job. I really need this job. If you fire me, I will have nowhere to go.” I blurted out like an i***t.

I wanted to punch myself. How stupid could I get?

I just confessed that I was spying on him. I just admitted that I was watching him touch himself.

He would surely fire me now.

Oh God. I prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Please don't let him fire me.

I looked up at him, with tears in my eyes.

Then I bowed my head and began to cry.

I couldn’t help it. This was the end. The end of my job here.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Please forgive me. Please." I pleaded.

My tears streamed down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop them.

I was expecting Mr Jackson to yell at me or tell me to get out. Instead, he slowly got up from the bathtub.

I watched as his perfectly sculpted naked body emerged from the water.

I swallowed hard. Damn. He was so sexy.

I couldn’t help but stare.

Fck. I could feel goosebumps on my skin and a tingle on my back. I breathed deeply.

And the best part was his lower half. Even though he was semi hard, I could see how huge he was.

Oh! My breathing quickened. I started to feel dizzy. It was the size of a freaking arm. I stared at it and couldn't take my eyes off.

"Lisa."

My name sounded so good coming out of his mouth.

Mr Jackson's deep, husky voice snapped me out of my trance, and my eyes quickly returned to his face.

He had walked over to me. So close.

His tall, imposing height was literally towering over me. His wet muscular body was dripping with water, and I could see every muscle in his chest.

Oh! This was not good.

I could feel my body heat up, and a tingle of desire rushed through me.

Fck. He was so hot.

Why did he have to be so sexy?

My eyes moved over his body, taking in every inch of his perfect skin.

Mr Jackson grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist.

His lower body was now covered, but that didn’t help.

All I could think about was what he looked like under that towel.

Mr Jackson took a step closer to me. He held my chin in his hand and tilted my head upwards. My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart raced.

"Why are you crying, Lisa?” He asked. As his thumb caressed my cheek.

His wet hand on my skin sent a shiver down my spine.

"Are you that upset that I'm here?" He questioned.

"No, sir. That's not it. I'm sorry for intruding. I was only trying to make sure everything was alright. And then you were in the bathtub, and you were touching yourself. I didn't mean to interrupt or to watch. But you were so handsome and hot and sexy and…I couldn't help but watch." I blurted out again.

Ughhhh.

Why was I talking too much? Why did I say all those things? They were true, after all. Mr Jackson was very hot.

I was so stupid.

"So you were watching me?" Mr Jackson raised his eyebrow and smirked.

"Well, yes but… It was an accident. I didn't know it was you." I lied.

"Yes, you did. You knew it was me. That's why you came into the bathroom. You were trying to get a peek at me naked. Just like you did in the private room.” He said.

“No!” I yelped and shook my head.

“I didn’t mean to go into the private room. I had forgotten the door Mr Henry asked me to open. It was an accident. I swear. I was just doing my job. And then the door opened and there was a room and you were naked and I didn’t know what to do.” I explained.

Mr Jackson chuckled.

“But you didn’t say anything. You didn’t stop me from touching you. You didn’t stop me from kissing you. You knew exactly what was happening. You were just waiting for me to take control and claim your lips. And I did. You moaned into my mouth, and you kissed me back. You enjoyed every minute of it. Admit it. You liked the kiss, didn't you, Lisa?" He said.

His words were driving me crazy.

My mind was going haywire as he spoke. His touch…his words…they were melting me.

"Uhhh…that’s not true. That’s not what I meant…Mr Jackson.” I stammered.

My knees were beginning to tremble. I couldn’t control myself.

"Oh. So you didn’t enjoy the kiss, Lisa? Is that what you’re saying?” Mr Jackson asked.

He placed his other hand on the nape of my neck.

“Tell me, Lisa.” He whispered. “Was I not a good kisser?"

His face was inches away from mine. His lips were so close. I wanted to taste them again. I wanted to feel them again.

"Uhhh…I…Mr Jackson…” I stammered.

“Speak, Lisa.” Mr Jackson said. His thumb slowly grazed my wet bottom lip. And I shivered.

Oh! How could a simple touch be so sensual?

"Did you or did you not like the kiss, Lisa?" He demanded.

His face, an inch closer to mine and his lips were so close, they brushed against my ear.

"Answer me." He whispered.

"Uhhh...no. I mean, yes. Yes, you were a good kisser. And no, I didn't dislike the kiss. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had." I whispered.

I could hear the words escaping my mouth, but they sounded strange to my ears.

What was I saying? Why was I admitting to my new boss that his kiss was the best thing I had ever felt?

This was not right.

“So you did enjoy the kiss, Lisa. You enjoyed every minute of it?” He asked again.

“Y-Yes…Yes, I did.” I nodded.

I looked up at Mr Jackson. I could see a sly grin on his face. There was something devilish in his eyes. Like he was planning something.

"Lisa, can I ask you a question?” Mr Jackson spoke again.

“Yes…Yes, Mr Jackson. Ofcourse. You’re my boss. You can ask me anything.” I replied.

“Good. My question is very simple, actually.” Mr Jackson said. His hand slid up from the back of my neck to the top of my head.

And he twirled my hair around his finger.

The way he touched me. The way he looked at me. The way he stared into my eyes. It was making me melt.

I was getting lost in his touch.

"When you walked into the private room and you saw the chains and the whips. Were you afraid or scared of them?” He asked.

My heart started beating faster

Why was he asking me about the chains and the whips….. Talking about it was bringing back the memories of the leather whip on my body.

I closed my eyes and not my lip harder.

“N-No, Mr Jackson….I-I…I wasn’t scared of them. No. I wasn’t afraid.” I replied.

“Really, Lisa? You weren’t afraid or scared at all?" He questioned.

"No, sir. Not at all. In fact, I found them quite interesting. They were beautiful and so elegant. So shiny. So smooth. So…sexy."

As soon as the last word left my mouth, I bit down on my lower lip.

What was I doing? Why did I say the word 'sexy'?

Why couldn't I control myself around him?

This was crazy. I shouldn't have said that.