I was settled, all right.
And unsettled at the same time.
Mostly I was horny. Seriously horny.
After watching Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden together, my dreams had been flooded with them. In almost every one, there they were, touching, tasting, teasing one another while I sat by and watched. I wanted to join them, but I was never allowed, forced to be an onlooker while I was also commanded not to touch myself.
It was driving me crazy.
However, Mr. Snowden was doing little things that had helped me to get through the week without exploding.
When he had mentioned having weekly rules, he’d been serious. I received my first set of rules on Tuesday. They had been handwritten and placed on my desk so that I saw them first thing when I got in the office. Needless to say, I had been quite thrilled with Mr. Snowden’s creativity. The assignments had included me having to text him before I took a shower to get his permission each day. Also, when he texted or asked me, “What sounds like fun?”, I was to respond with, “Having my nipples clamped.” He had asked me at least five times a day since then.
Thinking about it now, as I lay in my bed and stared at the ceiling, made me smile.
My cell phone buzzed on the night table and I reached over and grabbed it.
Ben: Good morning, precious.
Addison: Good morning, Mr. Snowden.
I found myself grinning from ear to ear as I watched the dots move on the screen, signaling that he was typing.
Ben: I have an assignment for you this morning. Without bothering to get dressed, I want you to go across the hall to Mr. Parker’s apartment. The door is unlocked for you. On the kitchen island, you will find what I would like you to wear and a few items I would like you to use. You are to follow the instructions on the note I’ve left for you. Do you have any questions?
I was out of my bed before I even finished reading the text. I quickly responded that I had no questions, then practically ran over to Mr. Parker’s apartment.
With my heart thundering in my chest, I let myself in and skipped over to the island. It only took a second for me to realize no one was there.
When I noticed the outfit on the counter, I grinned as I snatched up the sheet of paper.
Precious,
It appears the cleaning lady forgot to dust the apartment when she came yesterday. And because I know you’ll look so good doing it, I’ve provided an outfit and the tool necessary to get the job done. One thing to remember while you’re working: Mr. Parker has cameras set up everywhere. It would be nice if you would give him a show.
I was giddy, but I wasn’t sure why that was. The man was instructing me to clean an apartment while dressed up in a sexy maid outfit. Perhaps I should’ve questioned why I was so eager to do so, but I decided not to. Instead, I read the note one more time, then placed it back on the counter and grabbed the maid uniform. Carrying it, I went in search of the cameras, wondering if they would be obvious. A couple of them were, including the one in Mr. Parker’s bedroom.
Figuring that would give them the best view, I decided to change in there.
I took my time sliding my silk nightgown off, then stood there wearing only my panties while I pretended not to know how the uniform went on. It wasn’t all that complicated considering there was a black halter with white trim and a teeny tiny black skirt with an even tinier apron that hardly covered my ass. Still, I took my time pulling it on, making sure I gave the camera a good view from every side.
After all, if they were going to make me work for it, I was going to return the favor.
Twenty-One
JUSTIN
I WASN’T SURE IF MY pup simply had a devious imagination or if he’d learned something from me over the years.
But the instant he brought up the camera images from my apartment on his laptop, my jaw had nearly dropped to the floor.
“What is she doing?” I asked, although it was obvious.
Ben chuckled. “She’s been told that your cleaning lady forgot to dust, so she’s taking care of that for you.”
“My cleaning lady comes on Mondays,” I said absently.
“Yeah, well, this will only make her job easier when she shows up next time.”
There on the screen was Addison, pulling a tiny black skirt up over her thighs and then zipping the small closure on her hip before she primped a few times. I was still staring when she disappeared from view, only to return a minute later carrying a pair of heels.
