Training the Help [Hedon Falls 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

It wasn’t long before the three of them were sitting down to their food and eating in uncomfortable silence. Jack broke it when he said, “Kendra, can you give Sophie our list of recipes and our schedule? She can plan the menu out then.”

Kendra nodded. “I’ll put it on the counter before I leave tomorrow.”

“Leave?” Sophie asked. “Where are you going?”

“I have a four-week film shoot in New Zealand,” she replied. “I’ll be back on December sixth.”

“Oh. Well, I hope it goes well for you.” Disappointment washed over Sophie. She had enjoyed the time she’d spent with Kendra today, glad to have a friend. She felt nervous at the thought of being alone in the house with Jack. If he continued to act as he had a few moments ago, without Kendra there to stop him, what would happen? She just had to hope that she didn’t see him very much.

“Thank you,” Kendra said. “I’ll be leaving very early. Jack has a few trips scheduled as well, but only for a day or two at a time. So you’ll have the house to yourself most of the time.”

“Okay.” Sophie didn’t know what else to say. When they had finished eating, she stood up and began to clear the dishes before either of them could do it. When she turned away from the dishwasher to go wipe down the table, it was empty and her employers were nowhere to be seen.

* * * *

“I’m telling you, Kendra, the woman is a natural submissive,” Jack exclaimed.

“Jack, you scared off the last housekeeper when your Dom buttons started getting pushed,” Kendra replied with a roll of her eyes. “I like Sophie and I don’t want you freaking her out or taking advantage of her.” She went back into the closet to grab more clothing. When she turned to come back, Jack was standing in the door to the closet, barring her way.

“If you’d be a bit more submissive, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of the housekeeper,” he said, running a finger down her arm.

Kendra shivered. She wasn’t submissive, but when he spoke like that, it still got her motor going. “You know I can’t be like that,” she said softly. “That’s why you have the club.” There was a BDSM club in Toronto that Jack belonged to, and had for a long time, since before she had met him. It had been the cause of a great deal of speculation in the tabloids about how they had met and what went on in their bedroom. She couldn’t go there with him, or rather,
wouldn’t
go with him, but she didn’t mind that he went on his own. He helped to train some of the newer members. He showed Doms how to use the equipment so they wouldn’t hurt their subs, and he got to work on the subs, too. It had worked well for them over the years.

Jack sighed and moved out of her way. She went back into the bedroom and began putting the clothes into the open suitcase on her bed. “I don’t like going to the club that much anymore,” Jack said. “It’s inconvenient. And I’d rather have my own sub.”

“Does it have to be Sophie?” Kendra asked. She didn’t know why it was bothering her so much that he wanted to try to train their new housekeeper. She briefly remembered looking at Sophie’s lush, mostly naked body in the fitting room. Seeing the nipples on her large breasts harden as she watched had made her wet and horny. She hadn’t been with a woman since long before she got married, though she’d had offers. For some reason, no one made her react the way Sophie did.

She felt hands on her waist and Jack’s lips pressed against her neck. More heat blossomed within her belly and her pussy tingled. A slight moan escaped her lips as he kissed her neck. “I’d rather it was you,” he breathed into her ear before nipping lightly on her earlobe. She sighed as his hands slipped under her shirt and moved up over her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly between his fingers as he pinched and pulled at them. “Let me get the handcuffs,” he whispered, pressing his erection into her ass.

“Okay,” she whispered back. Handcuffs were one of the toys she’d allow him to use with her. He left her and returned a moment later with the metal cuffs.

“Strip,” he ordered her.

Kendra’s pussy twinged at his voice. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head and took off her bra. Her jeans and panties joined them on the floor a moment later and she stood naked before him. He eyed her hungrily for a moment before he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the closest bedpost. Kendra gripped the smooth wood of the post in both hands as Jack fastened the cuffs around her wrists, trapping her against the bed. He nudged her feet apart with his and began to stroke her ass. She loved the feel of his hands against her skin, and when his fingers moved between her legs to caress her pussy lips, she whimpered a bit, eager to feel them on her throbbing clit. He teased her for a while, tracing the outer rim of her cunt, but never sliding between her folds. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to get his fingers where she wanted them, but he pulled away and she groaned in frustration.

“What do you want, Kendra?” he said forcefully.

“I want you to finger me, dammit!”

“I need you to be more specific,” he said as he pulled away. She could hear the rustling of fabric that told her he was undressing, but when she tried to look behind her, found he had stepped out of her field of vision.

“Stick your fucking fingers into my pussy and fuck me with them while you rub my clit!”

He slapped her ass and she gasped at the sting. “Watch your language. Tell me again, but without the obscenities.”

Kendra practically growled in anger. She hated the teasing. “Please, insert your fingers into my vagina and stimulate my clitoris,” she said in her best haughty British accent.

He laughed as he moved his hand back between her legs, sliding a finger into her slick pussy.
Finally!
She moaned as he began to move his finger in and out of her, the strokes deliberately slow.

“Please give me another one,” she begged. He didn’t make her wait this time and quickly slid another finger into her. He reached around in front with his other hand and began to rub her clit with light, circular motions, causing her to moan more loudly. As her volume increased, so did the tempo of his stroking, driving her further toward a climax, until at last she screamed out his name as the orgasm gripped her. He pulled away, grabbed one leg and lifted it so her foot rested on the mattress. Gripping her hips in his hands, he thrust firmly into her, his cock filling her.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

He slammed into her again and again, each thrust tearing a ragged moan from her mouth. Kendra’s legs trembled as she felt that delicious tingling in her belly that meant another orgasm was on its way. She pushed back against him, desperate to climax again. He helped her over the edge when he reached around to rub her clit again. Her cunt clamped down on his cock over and over again until she heard the roar that signaled Jack’s release a moment before she felt the stream of hot cum shooting up inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, panting.

“I love you,” he choked out.

Kendra turned to look over her shoulder. “I love you, too,” she whispered, just before his lips met hers.

* * * *

In the morning, Sophie found a file folder on the counter. In it was a sheaf of pages with recipes and lists of foods that Jack and Kendra preferred.
I’ll plan out the menus later today
. It looked like it would be a daunting task. There was also a calendar with Kendra’s schedule and Jack’s schedule and instructions on how to add the information to the calendar app on her new cell phone. She took a few minutes to do that. It seemed she would be spending a lot of time alone. That suited her fine. She was used to it, and at least now she had a job to keep her occupied. She poured a bowl of cereal and then sat down. She drew up a schedule for cleaning the big house so it would be manageable. When she finished, she tidied the kitchen and then began to work on the ground floor.

When Sophie had finished her work on the main level, it was mid-afternoon. She made herself a sandwich and sat in her sitting room, enjoying some TV while she ate. The Sullivans had a gazillion channels and Sophie had her own PVR. She’d never have to miss an episode of
True Blood
again. When the show she was watching ended, she started working on the menus. She glanced through Kendra’s information briefly. She wouldn’t need to worry about her just yet, since she was gone for a month. Instead, Sophie focused on Jack.

Jack’s diet was less restrictive than Kendra’s, but based on what she was reading, he seemed to be more particular about certain recipes. She wasn’t really surprised. He seemed to be particular about the way everything was done. Sophie made up the menu for the week and then went to the kitchen to see if she needed to buy anything. Whoever had last done the shopping had stocked the place well, though, and Sophie was able to get to work chopping the vegetables. She had just placed the salad back into the fridge when she heard a noise at the garage door. She looked up to see Jack coming into the mudroom. He smiled when he saw her.

“Hi, Jack,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting you home just yet. I don’t have everything ready for dinner.”

He set his briefcase down on the floor beside the island and said, “I was done earlier than I thought. Most days I don’t get home until six o’clock, sometimes later. If I’m going to be off schedule, I’ll let you know. I’m going to go work out and then I’ll have supper after that. What were you planning to make?”

“I was going to make the broiled chicken and wild rice recipe that was in that file,” she said. He didn’t respond at first, but gazed intently into her eyes. Sophie was unsure of what that meant. Was he unhappy about the choice? Or was he waiting for her to say something else? “I…umm…I had a salad ready, too,” she added weakly.

After another moment of gazing at her, he smiled and said, “That will be fine, Sophie. Did you plan out a menu?” When she nodded, he said, “I’d like to look at it and approve it.”

“Of course.” She hesitated for a moment and then added, “Sir.”

That brought a large grin to his face and Sophie was relieved to see it. She didn’t want him to be unhappy with her. His smile made him look younger and gave him a very charming glint. “I’ll be back to eat in an hour.” And he strode from the room.

Sophie sighed and began making the dinner. Just as the oven timer went off to signal that everything was ready, Jack walked into the kitchen. Sophie froze and stared at him. He was wearing a tank top and athletic shorts and had a towel slung around his neck. Sweat was running down his face and had dampened the shirt. He went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and began to drink. When he took the bottle away from his mouth, a drop of water clung to his bottom lip. Sophie was riveted as his tongue darted out and licked it away.

“Are you going to get that?” he asked, pointing toward the oven.

With a start, Sophie realized that the timer was still beeping behind her. As her face reddened, she turned away from Jack and went to the oven. She turned off the timer and pulled the baking dish out. She set it on the counter and began assembling the meals on the plates, and then carried them to the table where the salad was already waiting, and set one down at each place. When she turned to get a pitcher of water, she saw Jack in the mudroom. He had pulled off the tank top and thrown it into the hamper next to the washing machine. Sophie admired the way the muscles on his back worked as he toweled the sweat off of himself. He added the towel to the hamper, pulled on a T-shirt, and turned around to find Sophie staring at him. With a smirk, he sauntered to the table and sat down.

Giving her head a quick shake, Sophie picked up the pitcher and went to the table. The meal passed in silence and she spent most of the time with her eyes down in an attempt to avoid looking at him. When she had finished, she sat and waited for him to finish as well. When he finally set down his fork, she stood, picked up the plates, and carried them to the sink.

“I’d like to look at the menu while you do that,” Jack said.

“Of course…Sir.” Sophie picked it up off the counter beside the pantry and handed it to him. He read through it as she cleared the remaining dishes. When she had finished tidying up, she turned back to find him watching her.

“The menu looks fine,” he said. “You clearly read through the file Kendra left. If you can stick to that, there shouldn’t be any problems.” He stood and walked toward her. She swallowed as he approached, and felt a strange fluttering in her stomach. He didn’t stop until he was well into her personal space. Sophie desperately longed to move back, but was afraid he might be angry if she did. His eyes held a look she couldn’t place. He held out the paper to her and she took it.

The next thing he did shocked her. He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her up, and sat her down on the countertop. Before she had a chance to react, he was pushing her legs apart and moving between them. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of her and leaned close. He stopped with his face hovering just a few inches from hers. She was breathing heavily and her pulse raced. She couldn’t focus on his face because he was so close. He shifted so that his mouth came close to her neck, but didn’t touch her. His breath whispered across her skin and she couldn’t help the tiny whimper that escaped her lips. He brought his mouth even closer, and now his breathing was ragged in her ear. Sophie could barely stand it. She found herself tilting her head slightly to give him better access. It was all she could do to keep herself from wrapping her arms and legs around him and closing that last little distance between them. She longed to feel those lips against her and desperately wanted him to kiss her neck, her ear, and then her mouth. The longer he stayed close, the more difficult it was to maintain her self-control.