by Mia Ford
No wonder he needs a housekeeper, she thought to herself as she walked around the rooms silently. Everything was neat, clean and polished, everything was in its place. She had to be careful as she walked around, afraid to touch anything, afraid to move too quickly. She had no idea how expensive any of the things were and she was afraid to break something.
Her bedroom was lavish too; much more beautiful than any bedroom she had ever stayed in before. She unpacked her bags and then sat down on the large springy bed, looking out of her window.
She could see the ranch as it spread across, around the house. She could see a stable of horses in the background, and hear the sound of their hooves. But Leon wasn’t in sight.
She sighed, a sudden feeling of being overwhelmed washed over Ivy. This house was too big, too expensive, too tasteful for her to look after. Especially since she had never looked after a house before. Where was she even supposed to begin?
Ivy stood up from the bed and walked out of her bedroom, walking gingerly towards the kitchen. At least she could start preparing lunch, she considered.
Leon hadn’t told her what time he took his lunch, what he liked to eat, or if he was even coming back to the house for it. When she looked up at the clock in the kitchen, it told her it was nearly eleven already. She realized she had wasted too much time exploring the mansion.
She got started on the food and found that the pantry was stuffed with ingredients and supplies, although it looked like the kitchen hadn’t once been used yet. At least thankfully, her mother had passed down her famous cooking skills, so she could whip up a meal with very little effort.
Within an hour, Ivy had baked a batch of fresh cheese rolls and a pot of thick chicken cream soup. Along with a bowl of berries and yogurt that she placed at the center of the dining table, she arranged the rest of the simple yet hearty meal and sat down to wait.
Ivy waited for some time, by herself, wondering if she had made the right decision to make lunch. It wasn’t until one that she heard the front door of the house being banged shut and the crunching sound of Leon’s leather boots as he walked towards the dining room.
Ivy stood up from her chair with a jerk, not sure what she was expecting from him. Leon walked in, with his hat in his hands, and only grunted when he saw her. He looked at the food on the table, and without a word pulled out a chair at the head of the table and sat down to eat.
He hadn’t looked at her since he walked into the room, and yet Ivy could feel her heart beating wildly against her chest. She noticed the way some of his sandy locks fell boyishly over his forehead, how his stubble had grown darker, how his skin looked tough after working out in the sun all morning.
“Why aren’t you sitting down?” He suddenly looked up at her, with his dark chocolate eyes boring into her.
Ivy sat down on the chair with a thump, watching him tear one of the cheese rolls in half and popping it into his mouth. Leon looked at her again as he chewed.
“Have you found yourself things to do around the house?” He asked, after several moments of silence. Ivy hadn’t even served herself her food yet, she didn’t quite know what to do. She had never been in this sort of environment before, and she was also aware that just his presence was enough to freeze her limbs.
“I was thinking I’ll start by dusting the rooms, then polishing the wood…” She began to say but he interrupted her again.
“I didn’t ask for your schedule, just wanted to know if you have one.” He said, taking quick large spoons of the soup and shoving them into his mouth.
Ivy breathed in deeply, trying to control the building rage in her body. She couldn’t understand what he expected from her, how he wanted her to behave. She felt like she was displeasing him, by not even doing anything.
She looked down at her fingers on her lap as she heard him eating his food quickly. Within just a few minutes, Leon had finished his lunch. Ivy looked up again when she heard the sound of his chair-legs scraping the pine wood floor.
He flicked his hat back on his head and licked his lips.
“You said that you don’t intend on being treated as a salve, and yet you didn’t eat with me.” Leon said, meeting her gaze. There was fire in his chocolate brown sparkling eyes, and Ivy had to muster up all the strength in herself not to look away. She glared back at him, holding her chin up.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to eat with you.” She said, looking up at his towering frame at the end of the table.
“I’ll be gone till seven. Make sure the house is clean and in order. I take my dinner at eight.” He said, and turned around and walked out of the dining room. Ivy remained sitting at the table for a few minutes longer, with her breasts heaving, her nostrils flared in fury. What kind of an employment had she gotten herself into?
Chapter 6
Ivy had dusted all the rooms of the house, polished the wooden furniture and then prepared an elaborate dinner for the two of them. She had baked a spicy chicken pie, cooked up a batch of breaded drumsticks and a bowl of steamed vegetables. For dessert, she had prepared some fruit custard. All of the dinner had been laid out on the table by eight. At exactly seven she had heard Leon walk back into the house and then heard his boots as they crunched up the stairs.
At eight she stationed herself behind a chair at the dining table, the food was served and ready to be devoured. Leon wasn’t late to make an appearance.
He looked like he had showered and shaved. He had changed out of his clothes for the day into a pair of fresh jeans and a crisp white cotton shirt, folded to his elbows again. His jaw was smooth and paler than the rest of his face. His hands looked freshly washed, less dusty but still as rugged and rough as before.
He entered the room, pulled out a chair at the head of the table and sat down. Ivy sat down too, and poured herself a glass of water.
“I was afraid you’d be too young for all this.” She heard his deep voice and looked up. He had been watching her as he ate. He was definitely older than her, but not that much older. He looked like he was in his late twenties, still too young to own a ranch as lavish as this.
“But your cooking skills are excellent.” He said and Ivy felt her cheeks flush. A compliment was not what she was expecting from him.
“Thank you. These are all my late mother’s recipes.” She said, trying to suppress a smile. As much as she detested the way he spoke to her, she still couldn’t lie to herself and convince her brain that she didn’t want his body. Leon Cooper was the first man to set her body on fire like this.
“Why did you drop out of college? Your father said you were only there for two years.” He said, after a few moments of silence.
Ivy breathed in deeply, and took a bite of the hot pie.
“Because I wasn’t good at school and felt like I was wasting my time. I wanted to do something with my hands, something practical.” She said, meeting his sparkling eyes.
Leon took a sip of water to wash down the food he had been chewing.
“Getting an education is practical experience. Your father should have never let you drop out of college.” He said and Ivy felt the rage return to her veins. When was, he going to stop pissing her off? Who was he to lecture her?
“I didn’t want to waste my time doing something that I didn’t enjoy.” She said snappily, and looked away from him. She could feel her cheeks growing more bright because of the anger she could feel.
Leon gave a small sarcastic chuckle that made her look up again.
“Nobody does what they enjoy for the rest of their lives. You have to do what you have to do.” He said, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.
“You look like you’re enjoying your life. Why are you criticizing mine?” Ivy found herself saying, and she noticed the way Leon’s face immediately hardened.
“You don’t know anything about me. What makes you think I’ve not earned this lifestyle?” He thundered at her, his voice was raised and his eyes were focused on her. She could see the rage in his reddening eyes.
/> “What makes you think you know anything about me?” She asked, taking another bite of her pie. She wanted to enrage him more, she wanted to set his skin on fire. He had done the same to her, and she believed he deserved it too.
Leon stood up suddenly from the chair and banged both his fists on the table.
“Don’t expect you can talk to me that way, young lady!” He thundered again. Ivy scrunched her face, and dropped her cutlery on her plate to look up at him. She was glad that he was angry, that she had made him this angry.
“I only work for you, Mr. Cooper. I am not your ward or your wife. You have no control over how I speak.” She said, looking up at him calmly. She could see the way he was glaring at her, how angry he was, how he didn’t expect anyone to speak to him that way.
Leon banged the table again with his fists.
“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have hired you. I will speak to your father so he can come and collect you tomorrow morning.” He said, stepping towards her.
Ivy wiped her mouth delicately with a napkin on her side, gulped down the rest of her food and then slowly stood up.
“I will gladly make the phone call myself. And I will be sure to tell him what a displeasure it has been to work for you. Just for a day.” Ivy hissed at him, as she watched him walk closer to her.
“You are a nuisance.” He barked at her, and she saw a vein throbbing on his forehead, how his eyes glittered with anger, how he had bunched up his fists. Ivy raised an eyebrow and smiled at him.
“You knew that when you hired me. You saw that in my eyes. Working here wasn’t what made you give me the job.” She said, and stepped towards him herself. Their bodies were now inches away from each-others. She could smell him, a mixture of his sweat with the musky scent of the aftershave he had splashed on his face. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she glared at him defiantly.
In a flash his lips were on hers.
Chapter 7
Leon had grabbed Ivy by the waist and drawn her close to him. In the surprise of the moment she had thrown her arms away from her body, accepting his kiss hungrily. His lips were rough and wild as he parted hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She had kissed only two boys before this, and nobody had kissed her like this. He made her body shiver, her fingers quiver with anticipation for what was going to happen next.
She knew what she wanted, she wanted him inside her. She wanted him to be the first man inside her.
Leon’s hands were moving up her body as she kissed him back. She could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, as his hands found its way inside her blouse. The feel of his fingers on her skin set it on fire. She could feel her body burning up, the wetness growing between her legs. She had never felt this aroused, this ready for a man before. She had to have him.
Leon was the one who pulled away from her, he was breathing hard.
“What are you doing to me, Ivy?” He growled as his hands found their way to the front of her blouse. He ripped it down the center, in one quick gash. Ivy gasped, as her torso was exposed to the air. She could feel her nipples hardened and erect. He saw them too, hungrily, greedily and before she knew what was going to happen, he was tugging at her lacey black bra with his teeth.
Ivy craned her neck back, thrusting her breasts towards him as he pulled her bra out of the way with his mouth. She was shy, she was embarrassed, nobody had seen her naked breasts before. She hadn’t allowed anyone to go this far.
“You are all woman, aren’t you?” She heard him say as he wedged his face between the soft folds of her bare breasts. He was clutching her waist as he did this, and she held on to his shoulders.
Then he pushed her, gently, so that she felt her back press against the cold wooden table top. He had laid her down on it, with her torso bare of any clothing.
When Ivy looked up she saw Leon towering over her, unbuttoning his shirt as he kept his eyes on her body. He was watching her breasts like he was in a daze.
His shirt came off and Ivy gasped again. He had the most chiseled rugged torso she had ever seen. Like it was right out of a glossy magazine. She couldn’t believe that a man who looked like this was going to have her virginity and she was so ready for him.
He dipped his head then, not giving her any time to think. She felt his mouth on one of her swollen hard pink nipples. He was sucking on it, and Ivy moaned, clutching his smooth bronze shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her juices flowing out of her. Then his hands were on the buttons of her jeans.
Ivy bit down on her lip, as she felt his big rough hands slide her jeans down her voluptuous thighs. She felt small and delicate in his hands. He flung her jeans aside, and without giving her a moment to feel ashamed, he parted her bare legs, wedging himself between them.
When he raised his head to look at her, his lips were covered with his own saliva.
“I’ll only do it if you’re ready for me, Ivy.” He said, looking straight into her eyes. How was she supposed to explain to him that she had been ready and waiting for him from the first moment she saw him?
She only nodded her head and bit down on her lip.
She hadn’t seen his dick, hadn’t seen him take his pants off, but now she felt it slide into her. Ivy screamed, louder than she had expected herself to. She wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Leon slid into her, slowly, gently, afraid that he was hurting her.
“Go deeper. Give me more!” She screamed, throwing her head back with pleasure. She hadn’t expected it to feel this way. She hadn’t expected it to feel this good.
Leon started pumping. He was pumping hard. She could feel his full length inside her, taking over her body. He was holding her legs in place, keeping them spread wide apart as he thrust repeatedly into her.
Something else was happening inside her, way down in her belly. Leon kept his hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingers, while he thrust himself into her. The more he pumped into her, the more she could feel it growing. Ivy moved her hips, welcoming him in deeper and deeper. She could hear herself moaning, but she was also preparing herself for a release. She was so close to the edge.
“Oh my God, I’m going to come!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as her body exploded into a burst of sensations. She couldn’t control it any more. She heard him growl and then felt him shoot inside her too. They were coming together.
Ivy’s body shook wildly, and her toes curled as Leon continued to pump and thrust into her. She could feel him sliding in and out, stroking her deep in her center, the first time anyone had ever stroked her there.
She was smiling from the sensation; she could feel her body soar. If this was what sex felt like, she felt foolish for having waited this long to experience it. Then, as her breathing began to finally subside, and she could feel Leon slowly pulling himself out of her, Ivy couldn’t help but wondering again if this was what sex felt like, but only with Leon Cooper.
Chapter 8
Ivy remained on the table, with her legs still spread apart, her breasts rising and falling from her raspy breathing. Leon had extracted himself from between her legs and was now standing naked in front of her, completely naked. Now she could finally see the enormous dick that he had just fucked her with. She tried to suppress a smile.
“I’m sorry.” Were the first words that escaped his lips.
Ivy straightened herself up. She was sitting on the edge of the table now, with her legs dangling off the side.
“You’re sorry? What for?” She asked him, brushing a few of her blonde ringlets away from her eyes. This man was always full of surprises.
“For this. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Leon replied, and she noticed that he was avoiding her eyes. He had started to look for his clothes that were strewn all over the floor of the dining room.
“I wanted it too. You don’t have to apologize to me.” She said, and recognized a certain degree of desperation in her voice. She didn�
�t want him to punish himself for what had happened in the heat of the moment.
“This was your first time.” He said flatly, pulling up his pants to his waist.
Ivy remained silent, she didn’t want to reply to that statement because she wasn’t sure how he would react to that.
“You should have told me. You should have stopped me.” He said, in a louder voice, now buttoning up his shirt. Ivy was still naked on the table, and she saw how his eyes briefly went to her large swinging breasts.
“I didn’t want you to stop. I wanted this to happen.” She said, following his every movement with her eyes. Leon was tucking his shirt into his pants, and had then started to fold his sleeves up to his elbows. His dark brown eyes had lost their luster and sparkle, he looked worried.
“Leon! I wanted it!” She said, louder, to get his attention.
He jerked his head up to look at her.
“I told myself that I was hiring you only for the work. I should have known that I wouldn’t be able to control myself, you have to leave.” He said, turning away from her again. He had started to pick up her clothes off the floor.
Ivy jumped off the edge of the table, now standing naked in front of him. She wasn’t shy or ashamed of her body anymore, she knew the effect she had on him, she had watched him grow helpless when he saw her naked. She knew that even right now; he was struggling to keep his hands to himself.
“I don’t want to go just yet; I think we can find a way to work together. You need someone to look after the house anyway.” She said, pleading with him with her voice.
“I’ll find someone else.” He said and thrust a handful of her clothes towards her.
“I want to work here. We got off to a bad start, that’s all.” Ivy said, trying her best to not simply break down in tears.