4. Chapter 4 – Peyton
Chapter 4 – Peyton
I stared at the blinking cursor in the blank message bubble before suddenly the entire thing disappeared. Poof. One minute, the most complex and terrifying thing was right in front of me, and then it was gone like it never happened.
Did it happen?
Did I imagine the entire bizarre interaction?
After exiting the porn video I had been engrossed in, I completely left the dirty site and then opened the anti-virus software that my sister had installed on my computer when I bought it. I ran a scan to check for any security problems.
But I had a feeling even before it was done, there’d be nothing new to find. Something about the blank chat window and the creepy messages already told me there would be no trace of its sender.
And something about that intrigued me, as well as terrified me. Someone knew what I was doing at that exact moment, down to the scene playing on the video in front of me. Yet I was alone.
I was always alone .
I closed my laptop, running the messages back through my head while I tried to decipher something from them that would give me a clue as to the sender. And the entire time I was doing that, I heard my monster’s voice in my head with his last warning from earlier tonight during my nap.
Be ready for me when you wake up. Because you’ve always been mine, and I’m done sharing you.
My monster. His warning had been make-believe, something dreamed up in slumber from some deranged part of my psyche. Despite my longing for him in real life, I was educated enough to know that it wasn’t possible.
And then there was the messenger. Though he didn’t just give me a message, he dove deep into the hidden parts of me I thought only I knew. Maybe he knew more about me than I could fathom.
Maybe he was a stalker.
Two different men playing with my life.
Both were dangerous, real or not.
Both were also the only things that made me feel alive for as long as I could remember.
I swallowed down the heat that rose in my stomach where fear should have been. I should have been terrified that someone hacked into my computer to watch me search for porn. Instead, I was fucking horny.
“Get a fucking grip, P.” I groaned, standing up and pushing my laptop under the couch. I didn’t need to leave it open so my stalker could watch me through the webcam.
I paused as that thought crossed my brain and heated my blood even more .
Nope, we’re not doing a free cam show. I shook my head and forced my feet to take me away from the offensive piece of technology before I did something stupid. The internet was for forever, after all.
I knew I was too wired up to sleep, thanks to the impromptu nap earlier, even though I had my first real day of work for Mr. Lincoln in the morning. Suddenly, a better idea came to mind, one that would prevent me from becoming a perversion for anyone’s personal gratification. In a hurry, I switched into my bikini in my bathroom and grabbed an extra bath towel.
As I passed by the couch, I looked over at the blue blinking light of my laptop from underneath it, beckoning me back to it while I wondered if my stalker would reappear if I did. But I refrained from giving into temptation and went out the front door of the guest house instead.
The night was hot and muggy still as I walked up the brick path to the peaceful water of the large, in-ground pool. I leaned over the side and dipped my toes into it, sighing when the cool water lapped at them. “I can indulge. It’s allowed.” I reminded myself as I glanced up at the main house above the pool for any sign of Mr. Lincoln.
I didn’t know when he was due to return, but I doubted he would wander out to the pool in the middle of the night if he did. Didn’t old people go to bed early?
My dad always fell asleep in his recliner with the ten pm news.
Before I could back out, I laid my towel down on the lounge chair near the stairs and slowly wadded into the water. God, it felt so good. I was always down for a steaming hot bubble bath at the end of the day, but there was something about a cool dip in the pool to recenter yourself, too. Especially after spending the last few hours worked up sexually, with still no release from it all .
I swam out to the center of the large pool and lay on my back, staring up at the sky as the water moved around me. The stars were so bright beyond the soft blue glow of the lights beneath the water below me, and I was in awe of the beauty surrounding me.
When was the last time I admired the night sky? Months? Years?
I couldn’t remember the last time I was far enough away from the city lights to enjoy the show, to begin with, let alone indulge.
What if I got to admire nature’s beauty that way every day for my entire three-month contract? Would it feel any less spectacular?
I waded around for a while and then noticed the enticing hum of the jacuzzi on the edge of the pool and decided to overindulge myself by letting the jets relax me even further and climbed in.
The thing was massive, with more than enough room for probably ten or more people, but I could quickly find a molded seat in the stone to relax into. “A girl could get used to this kind of life,” I whispered to myself as my arms floated around me on the current from the powerful jets. On one pass by the seat beneath me, I felt the buzz of a jet on a raised ledge between seats and I held my hand over it questioningly.
What a peculiar place for a jet, someone could unintentionally give themselves an enema if they weren’t careful with how strong it was.
I paused mid-idiotic banter with myself and looked down in the bubbly water at the space next to me. The ledge was rounded and raised up almost six inches above each seat on either side like its purpose was to keep you seated and separate from your jacuzzi mate who may be relaxing next to you.
But my horny brain instead imagined the rounded edge with the powerful jet poised perfectly in the middle would make one hell of a sex toy for a lonely girl like me.
And before I realized what I was doing. I slid over onto the ledge, letting my legs part over it to kneel on each seat. I rocked back and forth, trying to get the angle right, but it just wasn’t possible with my feet jammed into the backs of the seats, so I shimmied my way around to face the wall and as my grandmama called out every Wednesday night at the Firehall back home, B-I-N-G-O.
Was her name, Ho.
I gripped the stone ledge in front of me and widened my stance until that beauty of a jet worked my clit through the fabric of my bikini like a well-trained man.
Not that I had any experience with one of those, I imagined it was similar.
“God, yes.” I moaned, tipping my head back to the stars but kept my eyes closed as my pleasure bloomed in my belly at lighting speed thanks to the continuous edging I’d endured earlier until I was panting and riding the jet like it was my job.
And the fact that I was technically getting paid while I rode it made it even better.
I held on with one hand and let my other wander, thankful for the dark and empty residence in front of me as I untied my bikini top, freeing both of my breasts before pulling my bottoms aside as well, giving the jet and my fingers free access to play with my most sensitive areas.
I rocked back and forth over the jet, letting it tease my clit and then move away, building pleasure towards ecstasy slowly so I could enjoy it longer while I tweaked my nipples and pulled on them.
My mind wandered with my eyes closed, and I instantly fell into my go-to fantasy of me and my monster alone together. I needed little build up to my fantasy thanks to the toy between my legs and my dream earlier, so I jumped right to the part of my fantasy where he pushed his thick cock into me from behind. It was right where we left off before Ty’s phone call rudely woke me up .
My monster slammed into me, while my nails dug into the dirt beneath me, searching for something to brace against as I pushed back onto his thick cock. He fucked me so hard his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust and I timed it with my motions above the jet so I could pretend it was all real.
That’s my good little puppet.
I could hear his voice in my head as I imagined him fucking me and I wrapped my free hand around my throat, tightening it down until a hazy euphoria consumed me and I exploded.
I screamed a hoarse cry of ecstasy through the constriction on my throat and fell forward, gripping the sides of the jacuzzi for support as I jolted and jerked from the intense pleasures I found in fantasy land.
I laid my forehead against the rough stone and panted, coming down from the high with a satisfied smile on my lips.
“Holy fuck.” I moaned, already pushing back to find the delicious jet again, intent on chasing another orgasm with its help.
“I’d say.” A deep gravel voice startled me from above and I screamed, opening my eyes and locking onto a pair of black bottomless ones twenty feet away on the pool deck.
“Oh, my god!” In horror, I screamed and quickly sank below the stone edge to conceal my tits from the stranger. Unfortunately, that put the jet aimed powerfully against my clit with only an inch of space between. “Who are you?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” The man said, and I feverishly scanned him for recognition, but found nothing familiar about him.
He was mid to late thirties, tall and massively wide in the shoulders, with dark hair and light stubble on his jaw. The darkness of the pool deck obscured most of him, but I could make out that he was wearing a long black button-up and dark jeans .
Admittedly, he didn’t look the part of a serial killer, but I was hesitant to relax completely given the fact that I was still naked, riding the jet and adrenaline careening towards another massive orgasm.
“Peyton.” I gasped, clawing at the edge, hoping he’d leave or turn around so I could dismount my pleasure spout and cover myself up. “My name is Peyton. I’m Mr. Bryce’s new housekeeper.”
“Peyton.” He repeated my name like it was foreign to him and he was trying it out for the first time.
“Can you--?” I nodded behind him, “For a second?”
“Can I what?” He raised one dark brow at me and put his hands in his pants pockets.
“Turn around.”
“Why would I need to do that?” He replied instantly, taking another step toward me.
“Don’t!” I screeched, ducking further into the water and pressing my clit directly against the jet. I bit my bottom lip so hard to keep from moaning as the percussion of the water pressure nearly pushed me over the edge of bliss again. “I’m not dressed!”
He straightened up and stopped walking toward me, but he didn’t turn around. “Why would the new housekeeper be naked in the hot tub?”
“I—” I moaned lightly, but I knew he heard me as I considered just sinking beneath the water completely and drowning myself in embarrassment. “Look, just turn around and I’ll get out.”
“Tell me why you’re naked in my hot tub first, then I will.”
“Please, just—” I froze and took an alarmed breath in, “ Your hot tub?”
No fucking way was my old wrinkly new boss the massive fit thirty something year old standing over me .
He nodded to me and adjusted his stance, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “I’m Lincoln Bryce.” He said firmly, making my head swarm with confusion and horrific embarrassment. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but I’m afraid of where it’s been in the last few minutes.”
Well, I had a good run, but I was going to meet my maker through the drain of the hot tub because there was no way I was getting out and showing my face around my new boss ever again.
“I—” I stammered, opening and closing my mouth, trying to come up with some excuse for the predicament I found myself in.
“Will get out and make sure this never happens again.” He finished for me. “And you’ll make sure my groundskeeper drains that damn thing in the morning and puts enough chlorine in to remove your orgasm from the walls.” He turned and finally gave me the decency and privacy I desperately ached for, but the damage had been done. “I expect my breakfast in the kitchen by six!” He called before disappearing through the darkness up the steps to the main house.
I never saw him enter it, but I had been in my precarious position for too long. The moment he was out of my sight, I reached the peak of another orgasm. I bit my knuckles to stifle the moan as I propelled myself off the seat and plunged into the center of the hot tub, going under and screaming in horror.
Not only did I just get caught by my new boss using his hot tub for my sexual enjoyment, but I then orgasmed again from how fucking hot I got as he chided me.
If I didn’t already question my sanity for having a sex affair with a monster in dreamland, I was officially off my rocker for getting off while being disciplined by my sexy as fuck new boss.
I was fucked.
But at least I got two world-class orgasms out of it, before I quit, I suppose.