DOMINANT DESIRES

LISA'S POV

It didn't take long for me to get settled into my room. Henry had sent a driver immediately to bring all my belongings from my former apartment to the mansion.

I spent the entire day arranging my things in the room. And when I was done, I decided to explore the mansion.

The mansion was huge. It was bigger than expected. It had every single thing you could imagine.

There was a swimming pool, a gym, a sauna, an indoor cinema, and a tennis court.

The rooms were decorated with expensive furniture and artwork.

It was truly amazing.

But what surprised me the most was the library. It was a massive room, filled with thousands of books.

They were stacked in shelves, on the floor, everywhere.

The smell of old paper filled the air. It was a beautiful sight.

I had never seen so many books before.

I didn't know Mr Jackson was a reader.

It was unexpected.

As I strolled through the aisles, I came across a picture of Mr Jackson.

It was taken when he was younger.

He looked so different. His hair was shorter, and his face was rounder.

He was smiling. He looked really happy.

It was hard to believe that the person in the picture was the same person who lived in this mansion.

He seemed like a completely different person. His eyes were softer, and his expression was gentle.

He was wearing a little suit, and his hands were folded behind his back.

He was standing next to an older woman.

She had the same dark eyes as him.

Was that his mother?

She looked really beautiful. I wondered where she was.

Was she dead?

After a while, I got tired of looking at the pictures. So, I headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was located on the ground floor. It was huge, with marble counters and stainless steel appliances.

There was a huge table in the middle, and the room was filled with staff.

Some were preparing food, some were chopping vegetables, and others were washing dishes.

Everywhere was buzzing with activity.

When I entered, the staff stopped and looked at me.

I suddenly felt nervous. It was as if they were waiting for me to say something.

"Hi." I said, awkwardly.

They looked at me, but nobody said anything.

"Uh, I'm Lisa."

They stared at me.

"I'm the new maid."

Still nothing.

"Uh, anyway, I just wanted to let you know, that I'm here now. So, if you need any help, please let me know."

No one said a word to me. They just turned back and continued their activity.

I felt bad. Why were they so hostile towards me?

Maybe, they were just busy. Maybe, they were trying to be professional.

Yeah. That had to be it. I decided not to take it personally.

Maybe, they were too busy to reply to me.

I sighed and turned around.

As I walked away, I felt someone's eyes on me.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw a young woman staring at me. She was also a maid. She was wearing a blue apron and her hair was tied back in a ponytail.

She was pretty, with big green eyes and red lips.

"Hi. I'm Mary." She said and stretched out her hand. Her voice was high-pitched and sounded like a squeak.

"Hello. I'm Lisa." I replied and shook her hand.

Mary stared at me for a little while and proceeded to speak again.

"I'm sorry that the other servants are being rude to you. They are just jealous of you that's why. Everyone in the mansion is." She said.

"Jealous?" I asked. "Why are they jealous of me? I haven't even been here for a day yet."

Mary laughed.

"Yes. That's true. But you are Mr Jackson's personal maid. Do you know what that means? You get to see him all the time. You will get to be alone with him. I will kill to have your position. I would do anything to be that close to him." She said with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Mr Jackson is so hot and handsome. Ughh… I dream about him everyday and the other female servants are head over heels in love with him. Have you seen him yet?" She asked me.

"Yes…Uhhh… I actually saw him when I went into his private room." I replied.

Immediately I said those words, it was as if there was a sudden chill in the room.

All the female servants stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at me.

Even the males glanced towards me. Everyone had a shocked expression on their face.

What was happening?

Mary's jaw dropped and she put her hand on her mouth.

"His private room?!!!!" Mary yelled. "You went into Mr Jackson's private room. How???"

Her eyes widened and she stared at me with shock.

"Uhhh…It was an accident. I didn't mean to go there. The doors look so similar. So, when I knocked, the door opened and I saw him. He was...he was...naked and he kissed me and...." I didn't even finish my sentence, when I noticed that everyone had surrounded me and started asking me questions.

"He kissed you???!!!! What else happened?????!!!" One female servant asked.

"How did he look naked?????? Was it big????" Another one asked.

"Did he touch you??" A third one questioned.

"Did he make you have sex with him????????!!!!!!!" The last one screamed.

All the questions were thrown at me so fast that I didn't know how to answer them.

I didn't even know what to say. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know every detail about my encounter with Mr Jackson.

They all started talking at once and their voices were so loud.

I was so confused. I tried to explain, but they kept interrupting me.

Mary came to my rescue.

"Quiet. All of you." She yelled.

Everyone stopped talking. But their eyes were still fixed on me.

"Lisa. You need to tell us everything." Mary demanded.

She led me to a seat and everyone sat around the table.

They were all staring at me, waiting for me to speak.

I swallowed nervously. What the hell was wrong with this people. Why were they so obsessed with Mr Jackson.

I mean yes, Mr Jackson was incredibly hot and sexy and his kisses and touch and…..

Oh my! I understood why they were so desperate to know everything.

Mr Jackson was indeed the most handsome man in the world. Any woman would fall in love with him.

Including me. I was new here and was already having feelings for him.

"Tell us. What happened when you went into Mr Jackson's private room?? Tell us what was in the room. Tell us everything?" Mary asked. She was literally pleading.

The other servants were nodding and murmuring in agreement.

"Ok…Umm… when I entered the room. I saw..uhh whips and chains and leather. And my Jackson was sitting on the bed. He was…uhh….He was naked." I stammered.

"Naked?!!" A female servant gasped.

I nodded.

Everyone started to whisper.

"Did you touch him? Did he touch you? Did he kiss you?" They kept asking.

"Yes. Yes, he did." I replied.

There were more whispers and gasps.

"What did he look like naked?" A female servant asked. "Was he huge and big?"

"Yes…uhhh… he was. He was big and hard. And then he…He kissed me." I answered.

Everyone screamed.

"What?!!!! Oh my God. You're so lucky. I wish it was me." Mary cried.

"I know. I wish it was me too. What happened next?" Another female servant asked.

"Yes. Tell us. Did both of you do it?" The second one questioned.

"NO!!! Not at all. It was an accident. Nothing happened. We didn't have sex. He only kissed me." I cried.

Everyone seemed disappointed.

"Awwwww." They murmured.

"But did he kiss you passionately? Like did he stick his tongue into your mouth? How was the kiss?" Mary asked.

"Uhhh…the kiss was like…" I trailed off as I remembered the passionate kiss we shared.

My cheeks turned red and I felt heat rising in my body.

"Like???" A female servant urged me to speak.

"Uhh...It was soft and gentle but also intense. His tongue was deep inside me and I felt like I was drowning. It was the best kiss of my life." I whispered softly.

"Wow. That's amazing." Mary exclaimed.

"Oh my god. I wish I was in your position." A female servant groaned.

"So, do you like Mr Jackson?" Mary asked.

I blushed.

"Uhh... I don't know." I replied.

"Well, you have to. He's so hot. Any lady would die for his attention." Mary said.

"Yes, we are all jealous of you. You are so lucky." The second female servant told me.

"Me too. Me too." The third one chimed in.

I was shocked. They were all jealous of me. I couldn't believe it.

"Really?" I asked.

They nodded.

"Of course. No one has ever entered the private room. It's strictly forbidden. Also no one has ever gotten close to Mr Jackson. We all run away whenever he appears. But you, you're the lucky one." Mary explained.

I blushed.

"Wow. Well it was a mistake. I doubt if Mr Jackson would ever like me. He thought I was one of his private guest. There is no way, he would fall for a me. I'm just a maid and I…." I was about to say something when l was interrupted.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Suddenly, a stern voice spoke and everyone froze.

I looked up and saw Henry standing by the door. He was glaring at everyone.

"Who allowed all of you to gather in the kitchen? Don't you have work to do?"

Everyone quickly jumped out of their chairs and scrambled away.

Henry's eyes landed on me.

"What are you doing, Miss Lisa? What were you telling them?" Henry asked, angrily.

"Uhhh…nothing. I wasn't saying anything." I lied. I was so scared of Henry.

"Yes, you were. What did you say about Mr Jackson? What did you say about the private room?"

I looked at him with terror and bit my lower lip.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything."

"Really? Are you really lying to me Miss Lisa. I heard everything you said. You were talking about Mr Jackson and the private room."

I felt a shiver down my spine.

"I'm sorry, Henry. Please they were asking and I…"

"Shut up. You're not allowed to talk about Mr Jackson or the private room. Do you understand? That's none of your business. From now on, don't ever mention it to anyone. You're not allowed to speak about the master to anyone." Henry ordered.

"Yes. Yes. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I whimpered.

Henry rolled his eyes and turned to the other servants. They were staring at me, anxiously.

"What are you all doing? Get back to work. Now."

Immediately, they all scattered away and returned to their jobs.

I stood there, watching them. I felt awful.

Henry sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"God, you're such a pain in the ass, Miss Lisa. Do you know that? It's not even a day and you've already messed up. Ugh. Mr Jackson should have never hired you. No wonder he can't perform properly anymore." Henry muttered.

My eyes widen. What did Henry mean by Mr 'Jackson can't perform properly anymore'? Did he have performance issues?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What did I say, Miss Lisa?" Henry warned me.

"Nothing. Sorry. I didn't mean to ask. It's just...I was curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat. And you'll be the one dead if you keep asking stupid questions." Henry said.

"Now, leave here and go to Mr Jackson's room. You need to arrange and dress his bed. Make sure his sheets are clean and comfortable. And remember not to touch anything in the room. Do you understand?" Henry ordered.

"Ok, sir."

I hurried away from the kitchen and headed towards the elevator.

As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder why Henry was so upset.

Did he know something about Mr Jackson that I didn't? And what did he mean by Mr Jackson can't perform properly anymore?

What did that mean?

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I arrived at the hallway that led to Mr Jackson's bedroom. Everytime I remembered that my own room was just next to Mr Jackson's bedroom, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

I wondered if he would be there, while I cleaned and changed the sheets.

Would he be naked?

Oh my. Just thinking about him naked, made me wet.

I shook my head. No. No.

He was my boss. I couldn't think about him like that.

I needed to stop. I needed to stop thinking of his naked body, or his touch or his kisses.

I was only hurting myself. I needed to realize that it would never happen.

Mr Jackson would never be attracted to me. He was my boss. I was a poor maid

That was all.

I reached the door of Mr Jackson's bedroom and knocked.

There was no answer. I opened the door and peeked inside.

It was empty. Thank God.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't want to see him. I don't think I will be able to control myself if I saw him naked….again.

I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

As soon as I was inside, I felt a strange feeling wash over me.

The same feeling that I felt when I was in walked into the private room.

Butterflies filled my stomach. My heart was racing. My palms were sweaty.

It was so weird. I could perceive Mr Jackson's scent. It filled the entire room.

I took a deep breath. His scent was intoxicating. It made my legs weak.

I looked around.

There was a huge bed in the middle of the room. It had red silk sheets.

Next to it was a bedside table. It had a lamp and a clock.

And there was a bookshelf in the corner.

There was nothing else. The rest of the room was bare.

No paintings. No furniture. Nothing.

The room was cold and sterile. It felt lifeless.

Why didn't Mr Jackson have any photos or paintings in his room? How could he live like this? Was this how he liked it?

I didn't understand.

It was so sad.

How could someone's room be so empty.

My room was full of memories. I had pictures of my mom and me on the wall. And I had some of my favorite books on the shelves.

Why didn't Mr Jackson have any mementos? Was he lonely? Maybe.

But who was I to judge. I was only a maid.

It wasn't my place.

I began to tidy up the place. I vacuumed the floors, cleaned the windows, dusted the shelves and wiped the tables.

I was just about to change the sheets on the bed when I heard a sound. It was coming from the door at the other end of the room.

I tiptoed towards it, wondering where it lead to.

"Hello." I called.

But there was no answer.

I opened the door and walked inside.

It was a bathroom.

But it was nothing like any bathroom I'd ever seen.

It was huge, with marble counters and gold-plated faucets. Everything looked so expensive.

In the corner was a giant bathtub. It was filled with bubbles.

And in the tub, was Mr Jackson.

He was leaning against the edge and his head was thrown back. His eyes were closed and he was humming softly.

I felt my breath catch in my throat.

I wanted to look away. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn't.

His hair was wet and water droplets dripped down his chest.

I watched as they slid down his abs and disappeared into the bubbles.

Oh God.

This was torture.

I shouldn't be looking at him like this.

But it was impossible to look away.

His skin was so perfect. It was smooth and flawless.

And his muscles. They were so well defined.

He was so beautiful.

I bit down on my lower lip as I stared at him.

His hands moved beneath the water and he started to stroke himself.

Oh my! I wasn't expecting that.

My eyes widened in admiration and I could feel my body heat up. I was suddenly felt myself getting wet.

Sh!t.

His hands moved faster and he started to moan softly.

His voice was so sexy and deep. And the way his face contorted with pleasure was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my hands over his wet body.

I was too engrossed in watching him.

I didn't even realize that he was staring right at me.

I was so embarrassed.

My cheeks turned red and my heart stopped beating.

"Lisa?" Mr Jackson spoke.

My eyes met his and I froze.

Shit! He knew. He knew I was watching him.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

Should I run? Should I hide?

But how could I explain my presence in his bathroom.