Chapter 006 Cillian
I shut the door behind me and flip the lock. The click echoes louder than it should in the quiet room. Coming home early was supposed to be about paperwork, not this, but goddamn, the sight in front of me is already making the day better.
Lyra stands frozen near the foot of the bed, clutching a bundle of clothes to her chest like they’ll save her. Her cheeks are bright red, eyes wide. She looks exactly how I want her—off-balance.
“Niles told me this was my room,” she blurps out.
“Technically it is.” I cut her off before she can finish the sentence. “It’s also mine.”
“Wait—what?” The shirt she’s holding slips an inch. Just enough. Her bra is plain white cotton, nothing fancy, but the way her breasts spill over the cups makes my cock twitch hard against my zipper.
I don’t bother hiding the way my gaze drags down her body and back up. She needs to feel it.
“You might have come highly recommended,” I say, stepping closer, “but I don’t let strangers wander my house unsupervised. Especially not around Elara. This way I keep an eye on you.”
Her throat works as she swallows. “Oh. Um. That… makes sense, I guess.”
The flush climbs down her neck. Good. I like her flustered.
She remembers she’s half-naked and yanks the clothes higher. “If you could just—give me a second to get dressed—”
“That reminds me.” I lift the folded black dress from the dresser where Niles left it. “Your uniform arrived. I want you to try it on.”
I hold it out. She takes it with trembling fingers, already turning toward the bathroom.
I stop her with one word. “Here.”
She freezes. “But—”
“Do you have something to hide?” My voice drops, sharp enough to cut. “I don’t tolerate secrets in my house, Lyra.”
“No—I’m not—” She shakes her head fast. “I wasn’t.”
“Then put it on.” I walk to the bed, sit on the edge, and cross one leg over the other to hide how hard I already am. “I left the office early to get you settled. Don’t waste my time.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir,” she corrects, voice small.
“Good girl.” The words come out rougher than I planned. “Hurry up.”
She inhales like she’s steeling herself, then drops the clothes she was using as a shield. They hit the carpet with a soft thud. She stands there in nothing but that cotton bra and matching panties, skin flushed everywhere.
I lean forward, elbows on my knees, and watch.
She unfolds the dress—simple, black, buttons all the way down the front. Before she can step into it, I shake my head.
“I don’t like panty lines.” I let the silence stretch. “Remove everything.”
Her mouth opens, closes. “But—”
“This is a professional household. How my employees present themselves reflects on me.” My gaze slides down again, deliberate. “Take them off.”
She hesitates one more beat, then whispers, “Yes, sir.”
“Very good girl.”
The praise lands exactly where I want it—her shoulders loosen just a fraction. She sets the dress beside me on the bed, reaches behind her back, and unhooks the bra. It falls away.
Jesus Christ.
Her breasts are heavy, soft, nipples already tight. I have to grip my own thigh to stay seated.
“Beautiful,” I mutter before I can stop myself.
She doesn’t look at me while she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down. They catch briefly on her hips, then slide over thick thighs and drop to her ankles. She steps out, straightens.
A neat triangle of dark curls sits above her pussy. My mouth actually waters.
“You’ll shave it clean,” I tell her. “By tomorrow. I want you bare when I inspect you again.”
“Tomorrow?” The word comes out a squeak. Her hands dart to cover herself.
I let her see the warning in my eyes. “You’re my employee. This is part of the arrangement.”
She swallows again, nods.
“Now lie back on the bed. Legs spread.”
Her eyes go huge. “I—”
“I’m not explaining every detail, Lyra. You were doing so well. Don’t disappoint me now.”
“I’m not trying to,” she says, voice cracking.
“Then move.”
She climbs onto the bed slowly, lies down, scoots until her ass is near the edge. Knees stay pressed together.
I stand. “Did I say keep them closed?”
“No, sir.”
“Then open.”
She grips the duvet on either side, eyes squeezed shut, and slowly parts her thighs.
I step between them. “Look at me.”
Her lashes flutter open. She meets my gaze, terrified and something else—curious, maybe.
I place my hands on her ankles. She doesn’t flinch. I slide up to her knees, then the soft insides of her thighs, pressing until she’s completely exposed. Pink, glistening already. Untouched.
Mine.
“You’re untouched?” I ask, voice low.
“Yes.” A whisper. Then, remembering, “Yes, sir.”
The sound of it goes straight to my cock.
“Very good girl.”
I force myself to release her, step back. My pulse is hammering. If I don’t leave now, I won’t leave at all.
“On second thought,” I say, adjusting myself without shame, “the uniform isn’t necessary. As long as you follow orders, you can wear whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“But if you disobey,” I warn, “I’ll take the privilege away.”
“Yes, sir.”
“When you’re not with Elara, come to my office. There will be tasks for you.”
I let my gaze linger between her legs one last time, then on her mouth.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
I turn and walk out before I do something stupid. The second the door shuts behind me, I head straight for my office.
Looks like I’m jerking off again today.