“Well, that’s better than a no.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I didn’t say yes.”
“You didn’t say no either.”
I ignored her, standing up and throwing another log on the fire before returning to my seat. “Warming up?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Me too, I thought. I was getting hotter by the second, seeing the way the dress clung to her skin, the outline of her tits. All I had to do was cross the floor and I could grab her, take her, make her my little girl, my sweat soaked, screaming my name, ravished little girl.
“What do you think of the house?” I asked, waiting to see how she reacted to my question.
“It’s…it’s nice.” She paused for a long time. “It could do with a bit of a clean.”
It had worked. She was so predictable, it was hardly any challenge at all. “It’s funny you mention that,” I said. “Want to clean it?”
“Excuse me?”
“I will hire you as a cleaner.”
“Mr Atherton, I’m not sure I’m the right person-”
“A thousand pounds a shift.”
“What? You’re not serious.”
“I’m deadly serious. For every day you spend cleaning in my house, I will pay you a grand. Do it for a week and you’ll have enough to replace that car of yours.”
“What’s wrong with my car?”
“Nothing. If you like living dangerously. Now, what do you say?”
“Give me a minute to think.”
I watched her while she sat in silence. It was perfect. She’d come and clean the house, an excuse to keep her where I could get to work on her. Then I’d invite her to the club, maybe make her think it was her idea to go. I’d get her there and then…well, then the fun would really begin.
“I’ll do it,” she said at last.
“Good,” I said, standing up and crossing to the window. “The rain’s stopped. I’ll give you a lift home. Come first thing tomorrow in clothes you don’t mind getting dirty in.”
“Going to make me lay on more fence posts?”
“We’ll see. Come on, let’s go.”
“Hang on, what about my clothes.”
“They will be washed. Come on, this way.”
I led her out to my car, opening the door for her to climb inside, taking another look at those legs of hers. Fuck, she was hot. Soon, she’d be mine until I was done with her. A new sub to indulge in at the club. Use her until I was done and she was hardly able to walk. I couldn’t wait.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked as I drove down the hill into town.
“What do you mean?”
“One minute, you’re hurling me off your property, the next you’re chauffeuring me around. What changed?”
I didn’t look at her, worried I might say, “I can’t resist you.” Keeping my eyes on the road, I instead replied, “One good turn deserves another. Where do you live?”
“Ten, Winfield Close. Do you know it?”
“Know it? You’re next door to the woman who steals my blackberries every year.”
“Susan? She seems nice enough.”
“You can never trust nice,” I replied, turning onto her street and bringing the car to a halt. “Bad is better. I will see you tomorrow morning, nine o’clock sharp.”
She climbed out and took a single look back at me from halfway up her path. It was only a glance but it was enough to tell me she was thinking about me. She carried on walking a second later, the wellies on her feet an amusing addition to her ensemble. I could have cleaned her shoes or made her wear them with mud still coating them. But giving her wellington boots showed me how she handled such things. Something so functional, so not her. Would she refuse them? Would she put up a fight? Nope. She had put them on without a single complaint. She was going to make the perfect submissive little girl.
The front door squealed when she opened it. It was like me, rusty. It had been a long time since I’d dealt with a woman like her in the real world, not those specially trained to be subs at the club. She was hardly a woman like them though. She was just a little girl, innocent, naive, inexperienced, too dumb to know just what the world was really like. Well, she’d learn soon enough.
TEN
GEORGE
I couldn’t hang around at her house. I had to go into the city. I usually had a single appointment with my financial adviser each month. But that was when my life was as predictable as the plays in the West End. She’d come along and changed all that. If I was going to pay her, I needed the money available to do it. I also needed to explain to Bill that I hadn’t gone mad. I really was going to pay my new cleaner a thousand a day.