Keep Him Fed

WREN

My view was of a beautiful estate for the elites, where silence was invaluable. The Buildings in the neighborhood have the same structure and design.

I marveled within me, my mouth opened but no words came out.

"So this is the house you will housekeep," My employer, Mrs. Vaughn said.

She was a poised and elegant brunette in her late twenties maybe, and could pass for a runaway model, but she's a ballet dancer.

On the glass table in the living room, I sighted a magazine and my breathing slowed, anxiety kicked in.

I glanced around probably to see who had dropped the paper here.

For the past three months since I left Australia, I have been conscious of the net, the media wasn't my friend, thinking about it scares me.

The magazine reminds me of home, what I'd lost. My grandmother would probably be crying in her grave for my poor management of her matchmaking company.

"For the next few weeks," she finished.

"It's fine by me," I replied with a wide smile.

It was what I needed, silence and hideout.

She frowned, proceeding to show me the kitchen, the bar room, and upstairs but not without putting a limit to my entry in some rooms.

Eve Vaughn directed me to the balcony, there was a small garden and a swimming pool. Perfect! I exclaimed in my head, I didn't forget to bring a bikini.

A brown cat ran to rub its head on Eve's leg, and she bent down to carry it, rubbing its head tenderly.

I raised my eyebrows at both gestures.

"You are to bathe fluffy and cater to her needs."

So much for a housekeeping job, I'd gone to a restaurant to look for a job, but there was no space, luckily my supposed boss was friends with Eve Vaughn and here I am.

The compound was occupied by two buildings in it, demarcated by a short hedge and there was a courtyard between them.

I saw a Rolls Royce parked in the garage in the other building, wondering about the kind of neighbor that lives there. Probably a rich old fellow, I glanced at Eve, but a shadow caught my attention.

It was a man in all his masculine glory, bashing only God knows what on the phone. I felt pity for the other person. Then he turned and our eyes met, damn he's beautiful, butterflies in my belly, his hard jaw matching his face.

"Wren!"

I turned to the oblivious Eve, and this time gave her an uncomfortable smile.

"I want everywhere to look the same when I come back."

"Of course," I replied.

When I looked back at the house, the man wasn't there. How could I survive seeing him for the next month?

"I trust you are clean," Eve asked, taking my full attention.

"Pardon ma?"

"No criminal record." She looked at me, like I'm some shit.

"I'm clean," I lied.

How do I tell this lady I have been branded by the media as a fraud in Australia, with a ruined matchmaking company because the last client I matched, Paige Williams, had gone missing on my watch.

******************************************

It's been two days since Eve traveled for a choreography event. She is married, though it doesn't look like it, there are no pictures of her husband, nothing.

I'd just finished watering the plants and decided to go for a swim to clear my head, but then my private investigator called, and I picked up without delay.

"Please tell me you've gotten something." My desperation tone was obvious.

"Progress at least," Mark replied, and I released a sigh. "We got a location, and it's around the vicinity you are in."

"Houston?" I'm surprised.

"Yes, and the fact we don't know if our suspect is a male or female is killing."

"Me too."

After a minute of silence, I broke it with the rustling sound of my luggage looking for my bikini, triangle cups with adjustable ties and a v string panty.

"What about the cctv in the restroom?" I remind him.

"Nothing, some cameras weren't working that day."

This wasn't a coincidence, shit I don't believe in that. Mark had traced our suspect seen with Paige to America, but it's tighter than we thought.

I placed my phone against my ear while holding it with my shoulder, then carried some baked cookies and apple juice to the swimming pool.

I lied on the sun lounger, facing the pool, my knees high up.

Lovelink was a small company I inherited from my grandmother and I'd made a promise to fulfill her dream in making it a big business, but unfortunately, fate wasn't on my good side.

Paige Williams hasn't been found for a month now, we'd interrogated the man I matched her with and he was cleared, said she'd gone to the restroom and didn't come out.

Many users in Lovelink had logged out, deleted their account in fear of the unknown. I'd gone bankrupt, and it was my responsibility to find out what happened.

To clear my grandmother's name.

"Wren? Are you still alive?"

"Yes," I said, shaking off my thought, the neighbor I saw this morning came out, holding a bottle of drink and two glasses. He has a guest?

Fluffy meow was heard from the garden separating the houses. Surprised it ran there, a few hours with her and she needed another bath for the fifth time.

I stood up from the chair in search of fluffy, conscious of the man close by.

"Here."

The man's voice was deep and husky, I almost melted on my pants. I blinked at him, he had on a T-Shirt and casual jeans, no sign of fluffy.

"Hi, I think the cat went into your house." I couldn't recognize my voice anymore. His eyes are coffee colored, matching his dark slick hair.

He gave a quick rundown of my bikini, and I felt naked, my nipples were forcing its way out.

"Come in, we'd better look for her." The man frowned, not a fan I think?

"If you don't mind."

"No," he answered.

Coffee eyes man led me into his house, the interior was painted ash, different from Eve's. Luckily I saw fluffy sitting on the couch, and I carried her, petting her body.

"No food for you tonight," I teased at fluffy.

"Surely you won't do that."

"She deserves it, now I have no desire for a swim anymore," I sounded like a baby right now. The man stared at me, with an unreadable look.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself," I dropped fluffy back on the couch, and extended my hand to him. "I'm Wren Hastings, housekeeping for Eve."

Are those three last words important? He must know Eve, at least they are neighbors.

"Right," the man said and sat on the couch, but Fluffy wasn't there. The man's commanding eye's were distracting my senses. I'm supposed to search for fluffy again but it felt like I was caught in a spell.

"Would you care for a drink?"

"Yes actually, you seemed like you needed someone to talk to."

I was blabbering.

Correction, he looked like he needed a casual partner. Jesus what is wrong with me? Coffee eyes poured some little scotch on two glasses and passed one to me, our fingers touched for the first time and I couldn't ignore the spark like an electric.

"Thank you," I almost blush.

He kept shut, only nodding instead as if in deep thought. I didn't know what to do or say.

I watched him as he drank from his glass in one go, he kept the glass on the table, then looked at me.

His next six syllables came unexpectedly.

"I'd like to bang you Wren."

WREN

I nearly sneezed out the scotch drink from my nose with embarrassment, this man doesn't play fair, he was someone who knew what he wanted and went for it, with no shame.

"I will pass," I heard my brain say, it wasn't what my body wanted. I wouldn't lie, when I was busy watering the plants, most times I peeked at his house hoping to see him again until Fluffy ran into his residence.

I owe her a meal.

"Your body says otherwise, Wren."

This was the second time he called my name and it felt like I'm in cloud nine. I could imagine how he would sound when pounding into me.

Can the universe bring back the controlled Wren?

"Here's what you need to know, you don't know what I'm thinking." My lips form a mocking smile.

"One kiss," he said, and I froze on my spot.

"What?"

"Let's test the waters, if truly you don't want me to devour you."

This man was really serious.

Those two dirty words again, I was excited within but tried to hide it. Before I could think of another excuse he walked up to me in two long steps, and guided me down the soft couch, my breath quickened.

He looked at me, as if asking for permission, then cupped my cheek with his hands.

Where I'm average height, he's big muscular body build most women would crave to touch.

"Asher I..."

"Shhh..."

I blinked at him seductively, his eyes roamed over my face and landed on my lips that were slightly open. I closed my eyes, and he took it as a go ahead.

He rubbed his thumb on my lips, leaned in to kiss my collarbone, running his nose along my neck, and inhaling my flowery scent as a prelude to getting laid.

His hands combed through my hair as he brushed his mouth against mine, he smelled and tasted of scotch.

I wondered how many glasses he had taken, before I came in.

Dragging me out of my thoughts, he pulled me closer, and nipped my bottom lip, only to touch it with his tongue. As our tongues began to wine, I was dimly aware that my pants had seemed to melt away.

"You dirty girl, this bikini will have to go," his voice was darker.

He dips his tongue inside my mouth, he's an expert kisser. I lost myself in pleasure, and at some point I realized one of my hands was squeezing his shirt and the other was in his hair. It's thick and soft, so I pressed his mouth harder against mine.

Erotic sparks danced through me, I was lost just by kissing, and he hadn't gone further down my legs.

My skin goes sensitive from his proximity, his touch was too much to bear.

A low demanding ache built between my thighs and I pressed my legs together trying to rub it, but I wasn't satisfied down there.

I want release, I want this man.

His body was pressed against mine, I could feel his hard dick fighting to come free. The kiss deepens then his hand slid down toward my center just slow enough to drive me insane.

Fresh air spread through my pussy and it was then I realized my bikini string pants were torn, I hadn't noticed because I was so lost in his commanding kiss.

Asher cups his hand between my thighs, and moans into my mouth. He rubbed my throbbing clit, teasing me, making me more wet.

"You're soaked," his voice cracked. "Thought as much."

"Please..."

My legs are spread with his thighs giving him a more open view of my moist center , he stares at me, breathing hard, and I'm sure my eyes are matching his.

"Please what?"

My mouth was open, no words came out.

He kissed the nape of my neck, his other hand cupped my breast , while the other was busy teasing my lips down there, I saw stars.

"You want this, as much as I do."

"Yes!" I cried.

Then he bent down, knees on the tiled floor this time to focus on the ache between my legs, I morales as his mouth sucked my pussy, his tongue deep inside as far as it could go.

"Asher... I'm coming."

"Not yet."

He rumbles in my ear as he plunges a finger into me, I tighten my muscles around it. He withdrew and spread the wetness over my clit before surging deep with two fingers.

I cry out.

He hit it off my vigorously with his fingers before replacing it with his skilled mouth licking and nibbling around my clitoris until I'm moaning.

"Come."

One word from him and I obeyed, he didn't stop screwing me with his mouth as I released, I'm experiencing the most intense, breathtaking, body-shaking orgasm I've ever had, we both moaned loudly.

"Asher!" I screamed out his name.

He began unbuttoning his jeans, I felt my heartbeat raising his, when I realized what we were about to do next.

I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life. I'm right on the edge just a little more...

I gasp at the sight of his thick cock.

This man is athletically built with muscles, and I want every inch of him, I lick my lips, screaming silently in anticipation.

"Now suck me."

He stood up and I fell on my knees facing his erect cock. I dropped a peck on the top and wrapped my hand on his head. I didn't miss the hiss from Asher.

My touch was tender at first but the mischievous spark in my eyes gave me away, I traced his length with deliberate strokes, watching his breath catch, my eyes never left his.

"Damn, get out on the couch," he was pounding into me hard, but I refused, and instead spat on his dick and rapidly on his length with my hand furiously. It was wet, encouraging my hand to move faster.

"You're making me go crazy."

I didn't stop, I couldn't, it was becoming hot, I kissed his head and took him deep inside my mouth, near my throat. I choked for air.

Asher cursed, took control and began riding my mouth with fast pace, while he was in motion his cock jerk releasing inside my mouth, and I swallowed most of his cold and sweet cum.

He kicked my legs wide apart and positioned himself, between my thighs, this time I was on the floor, then he slid his hand into his pocket and brought out a condom, tore it open in one go and shielded his cock.

I felt stretched as the head of his cock slowly entered my body, I was wet but my body resisted the unfamiliar intrusion.

And then he pushes in roughly in one swift.

WREN

My nails scratch at his back, but he didn't care, nor stop, I might faint if he did.

I've lost all senses of realism, with his brutal drive and my continuous craving for it.

He withdrew slowly to advance back in, slamming into me with absolute force, finally knocking my breath out of my lungs.

My body was acting like it had been void of a connection, for the past years, probably because this man knows his way around women.

My last ride was with my roommate's boyfriend's friend. We were friends with benefits.

When I came to America three months ago, I met Misan in the plane, we'd bonded so well, and she insisted I live with her, till I got this housekeeping job.

"You want this don't you?"

"Yes!" I yelled.

The floor was an uncomfortable place to lie on, and get screwed by a beast, if Asher isn't one, I don't know how to describe him again.

He continued pounding into me, the only sound heard in this house was our rushed breath, my scream and the skin contact, slapping against each other.

"You dirty girl," he continued taunting me.

I pray I could feel my legs when he's done with me, I'd even forgotten the troubles ongoing, the search for Fluffy, Eve is going to kill me if anything happens to her cat.

He has me right on the edge.

"You keep stealing glances hoping to see me,"

He saw me.

"Please," I pleaded, but didn't know what I wanted.

"Please what?"

"I'm going to come..."

I'd lost count of the times he had hit my G-spot, my body became tense, shaking like I'm freezing but I know I better. I came to a release, squirting all over him.

When I saw the mess I'd caused, I blushed.

His T-shirt was still on, and I knew it would cost a lot more than the rent fee.

"You're going to pay for this," Asher's voice lowered and his lips formed something close to a grin.

"How so?"

He didn't say anything, his eyebrows raised in mischief, then I felt something leave my entrance, I dread at the loss of his dick inside me, he sure as hell is making me pay.

Asher rose up leaving me empty and wanting me, I'm confused, thinking he wants to end the heat between us and call it a night.

He pulled his shirt and it fell on the tiled floor.

"On all fours," he groaned at me.

And I complied, happy he wasn't done with me yet, even if my pussy was already screaming from the soreness, I needed more.

"Rest your hands on the couch, knees on the floor."

He kicked my knees farther from each other, and I mumbled something inaudible, I was completely out of control.

I saw him bend low to pick his trouser, and he pulled out another condom, ripping the packet with his teeth, he sheaths himself and circles my waist with his grip.

Did he know tonight would happen?

But I got no answer.

"You're so wet Wren, I like that."

I was expecting his thick length in him, but felt his fingers glide between my thighs and my folds. His other hand took my right breast and I moaned.

Pain from my knee scratching the floor and pleasure from what he is doing to me wash over me in waves.

My clitoris was so sensitive, then he entered me with three fingers this time, stretching me, tears poured out from my eyes.

Just when my knees threaten to give out, he flip me around to face him, my knees up high, and my elbows now rested on the couch. This was an uncomfortable position for me.

His hand on my hips pulls me against his slick and wet cock, and he slips inside me with one owning thrust.

I'm pinned beneath him.

Then he started moving at a hurried, merciless pace. My breasts bounce at every thrust.

My brown hair spread across the couch, if there was a mirror facing me now, I wouldn't recognize myself.

There's no tenderness in the way Asher pounds on me, but that's the way it should be. Just one night.

******************************************

The sun from outside shined through the windows inside the room, the intensity was directed at me in particular.

I yawned and stretched, rolled onto my back on the bed, I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I cringed. I was a mess, so I quickly arranged my hair, got up from the bed, careful not to wake him.

We didn't get enough sleep last night.

I realized he had torn my bikini. Fortunately, there's a flowery gown resting in a chair by the closet. I wore it in seconds.

He had taken me to his bedroom and we went on another three rounds of dirty doings.

My body flushed with heat recalling the night.

I checked the clock on the table, 6:34am.

It's risky, I needed to leave this place asap.

When I got out of his house, walking to Eve's, I heard a meow in the garden, that's when I remembered Fluffy.

"Game over," I said, and carried her.

The cookie I prepared had been abandoned on the sun lounger, so I removed it along with the half juice.

For the next day, I tried not to think much about Asher, but my sore pussy and shaky legs made it impossible.

I busied myself with the task at hand, which is the plants, feeding and bathing Fluffy, and I also cleaning the interior.

Then my phone rang.

Expecting to see Mark or my roommates, those are the two that keeps my phone functioning. I looked at the caller, surprised to see my boss's call, we haven't spoken, nor chatted since she left.

I picked on the second ring. I couldn't guess what she wanted.

I comb my hair with my fingers, and shut my eyes for a second, calming my nerves.

"You bitch!"

I distanced my ear from my phone Immediately. Eve's curse at me was so loud, shocked at her outburst.

If a voice could kill, I'd be dead by now.

I knew she wasn't a nice lady, but showing me her dark side just across the sea, and this early was alarming.

It wasn't even up to a week since I'd been employed, and she's seeing fault.

"Ma'am," I said, trying to stay professional.

"Ooh shut your mouth," she continued her swear. "You have the audacity to sleep with my husband?"

In the phase of bewilderment, I froze. The only person I had slept with was her neighbor, she must be mistaken.

And how did she know about last night?

I turned to look at the house, to find maybe a camera, but nothing.

The main entrance door opened, with a destructive sound, and Mrs. Vaughn stood at the opened door in a deadly glare.

She took four steps towards me, grabbed my hands and dropped her phone on my open palm. I took a look, and fate had me on the wrong side.

I was photographed holding Fluffy standing at Asher's compound, dressed in the flowery gown of that morning, with headlines that read.

MR. VAUGHN'S MISTRESS CAUGHT LEAVING HIS HOUSE.