by S. C. Adams
“Good morning, Nellie,” a female voice sounds. I open my eyes and see Brenda coming out to the pool with a lemonade.
“Hi, Brenda,” I smile, sitting up. I use my hand to shield my face. The sun has been beating down on me all morning and it has me feeling rather lazy. I already finished the water I brought out and was starting to get thirsty again, but I didn’t want to get back up.
It was a real dilemma.
“I saw you out here without anything to drink,” Brenda comments. “You have to stay hydrated in this heat.” She rests the ice cold drink on the little table by me. “I don’t want you get heat exhaustion on me, okay sweetie?”
“Okay, I promise to do better.”
“Good girl.”
“Thank you, Brenda. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. Call if you need anything. I’ll just be in the kitchen getting food ready for later.” The elderly woman heads back inside, leaving me to my leisure. I’ve really grown to like Brenda. Nash told me after our first night that I should keep things pretty loose with Brenda. For example, I can wander in my lingerie or even less in front of her. Apparently, she’s been his maid for so long that they don’t really have any secrets.
It’s an interesting dynamic.
The problem for me is that I’m still getting used to the lifestyle. I really didn’t feel comfortable baring myself at all hours, in broad daylight too if needed. Honestly, the idea of having to be constantly on display for Nash was already nerve wracking enough especially because I only felt comfortable in casual, baggy outfits. Tight clothing has always awkward for me.
But the alpha male adores my curves. Even if I’m in the skimpiest underwear, he’ll swat at my ass and tell me I need to stop covering up around him. I know it’s a joke, but the fact that he loves my body so much has given me confidence to be more daring, even around the housekeeper. Now, I stride around in a bikini or something similarly small most days, and don’t blink an eye. I hope to god that Brenda hasn’t heard our ecstatic moaning from all rooms of the house, but at this point, I have to assume that she has. It’s shameless, but I’ve been having such a good time that I can’t even feel embarrassed.
After all, the past two weeks have been great. My days aren’t all necessarily the same. Sometimes, instead of hanging out by the pool, I’ll go to the mini-theater, bowling alley or for a session in the sauna. It’s really up to me once Nash leaves for work.
He’ll be back for dinner, which we eat together every night. Brenda is an amazing cook, and at this point, I’ve even joined her in the kitchen a few times. I told Nash that first night that if I lived here, I would spend a lot time toiling away in this kitchen. It’s not totally true because I don’t spend my every waking moment in the kitchen, but I do get in there every once in a while. It’s too state-of-the-art to be ignored, and Brenda makes good company. We chat idly, and she shows me how to use some of the really high tech gadgets.
But after dinner is when the sparks really fly. Nash has me is so many positions, some I didn’t even think I was capable of. For the first week, I was sore in all the right places and would wince whenever I sat down.
I’ve loved every second of being here. This is the life I never knew I needed.
I take a sip from the drink Brenda brought me. It’s the perfect mix of sweet and lemony. The cold liquid travels down my throat cooling my body like I hoped it would.
I put the glass back down on the table and settle myself in my chair. I put on enough sunscreen, so if I fall asleep, I won’t burn in the beating heat.
I might just do that. Take a nap, that is.
Last night’s festivities went on pretty late into the wee hours. At first, Nash promised we’d go to bed early because of his morning commitments, but he didn’t keep up his end of bargain. I guess it felt too good and he erupted so many times that I was surprised there was even any juice left by our fourth or fifth round.
It was fun, but it’s made a little more sleepy than usual. I could have kept sleeping after Nash and I had our morning session together, but I wanted to stay with him until he left.
But now, exhaustion is hitting me like a full-body blow.
I close my eyes, ready for a nap, when my phone rings. It’s probably Nash responding to my latest set of pictures. He texted me that he was going into a meeting, so his phone would be off. I thought of it as the perfect opportunity to spam his cell. That way, when he reopened it, it would be photo after photo of my exposed body by the pool.
The perfect crime.
I check the caller ID, and it’s Amy.
Amy!
Oh my goodness! I scramble to answer, not wanting to miss her.
“Hey girl,” I sing. “What’s up?”
I haven’t spoken to her in so long. I was supposed to call her and talk about all the crazy things that happened two weeks ago, but things got even crazier with me becoming Nash’s kept woman. There’s so much to catch her up on. My life has changed in ways neither one of us could have ever guessed.
I can’t believe I haven’t spoken to my best friend in over two weeks! How is that even possible?
“Nellie! Oh my God! How are you? What’s happening? Are you alive? Is everything okay? Tell me everything about your life. Spare no details. I want to hear it all,” she squeals.
Oh boy. I don’t know where to start. There are so many things I to share with Amy. The things that have happened are way out in left field. My buddy isn’t judgmental, but she might be taken aback, that’s for sure. How to begin?
“So much has happened, honestly. I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle it all.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” she says knowingly. “It hasn’t been exactly quiet on my front either.”
My curiosity is piqued.
“What does that mean?”
“Well,” she starts in a sly voice, “do you remember Colton? That hot guy I met at the block party.” Colton. I know him pretty well. I mean, I haven’t seen him since that night, but since he’s so close to Nash, I know quite a bit about him from what Nash tells me. They’re not just business partners, but really good friends.
“Yeah, I remember Colton,” I say.
Amy squeals.
“So, we went off together that night, and it was amazing. Like earth shattering, world ending, parting the heavens amazing. He ravished me like no man has ever managed to do. I never knew sex could be that good.”
That sounds awfully familiar.
“I was going to leave the next morning,” Amy continues, “but I couldn’t bring myself to. Colt could sense how much I wanted to stay with him, and he wanted me to stay too. So he went to work, and let me hang out in his gorgeous, out of this world house for the day. When he got back home, we fucked like rabbits again.”
“Oh my,” I gasp.
“Sorry for being so crass,” she apologizes.
“No, don’t stop. I love your stories. Keep going.”
“Okay, well, we kept going, me just never leaving. I called in sick to work every day, I started wearing less clothes around his house because I was always there, and honestly, Colt liked it that way. We fell into our own routine. A few days in, Colt told me he wanted me to stay with him permanently. You know, living in his house and everything. So I quit my job, and I’ve been here ever since living the good life.”
What? Amy’s doing the exact same thing I am. I mean, the way we went about it is a little different, but the end result is that we’re both two ladies of leisure, lazing around while our men take care of us.
And we take care of them in our own way.
“What about you?” she asks. “What have you been up to, girlfriend? I’m sorry I’ve been so unavailable.”
I take a deep breath.
“You won’t believe this,” I begin slowly.
My friend giggles.
“What is it?”
“Do you remember Nash, Colt’s friend?”
“Yeah, of course. Colt talks about him quite a bit. They
work together at the chop shop.” She’s telling me things I already know, but she doesn’t know the details.
“So, I went home with him that same night that you hooked up with Colt.”
Amy gasps on the phone.
“No way, really? I thought you were going to go home and watch Pride & Prejudice. I could see you thinking about it.” She’s right. I was, and my friend knows me too well.
“I was thinking about a solid night of TV, but Nash swept me onto his motorcycle and took me to his place instead.”
“You rode a motorcycle? Really? Were you scared? Did you totally freak out? Were you screaming all the way over to his house?”
“First off, no, I didn’t embarrass myself like that. I was a little scared because it was my first time and all, but he made me feel safe. It was actually kind of fun.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet.” I love how Amy is eating up everything I’m telling her. She’s so good at listening to me talk.
“Nash is very sweet. But, yeah, after we had our first night together, I snuck out, thinking I’d never see him again. But we ran into each other the next day, and one thing led to another. I also quit my job and spend my days with Nash. I’m basically living with him now.” I don’t want to get into the why. The mood is so happy, and I’d like for it to stay that way on this phone call.
“What!” Amy shrieks. “You’re doing it too?” She sounds so excited.
“Yeah, Nash takes really good care of me.”
“Oh my god, this is amazing. We need to see each other, and have a proper catchup. It’s been too long. I need to see my bestest friend and hear all about her exploits!”
I giggle.
“You’re right. It has been too long. I miss my best friend. I need to hear more about your life too. This is the most amount of time we’ve gone without one another.” There have to be so many things to discuss, and there’s a lot I want to tell her. “I’ll talk to Nash and see what day works for us, and maybe we can get together.”
“I’ll talk to Colt too. I’m sure he’ll be fine with it,” Amy titters.
I’m sure Nash will say yes. After all, he’s never said no to a request I’ve had, and it’s not like I’m breaking the rules of our agreement. I’m sure a meeting with my best friend will be acceptable.
“Oh, I can’t wait to tell you everything that has happened. I gave you a super quick summary, but there’s so much more. But I’ve got to tell you face-to-face,” my buddy babbles.
“There’s a lot I have to tell you, too. It’s going to be great. You know what?” I ask.
“What?”
“You and Colt should come over to dinner next week. I’m sure the guys would like it, and I want to have you over. You have to see Nash’s house. It’s so lavish.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! He’s got a private bowling lane, a theater, and a pool. There’s always something to do.”
Amy giggles.
“Colt’s place is the same way. He’s been trying to teach me tennis using his private tennis court, and it’s been… interesting.” She laughs, and that gives me an idea of how interesting it has been. I laugh too.
“Nash wants me to get better at video games, if you can believe it, so we can play one another. I’m still the newest of the noobs but getting better each day.” We laugh together.
“So, dinner then?” Amy burbles.
“Yeah! Since we both understand each other’s situation, it won’t be weird or anything.”
After all, if Nash and I had anyone over, we’d have to hide our lifestyle. Just two weeks ago, I thought this whole thing was entirely too weird for me to participate in. I almost turned Nash down, which is why I can see how some people would react negatively. It took experiencing the lifestyle of a kept woman for me to understand how great it can be. And I know Amy would never judge me. What makes it even better now is that I know she’s just like me.
I’ve always felt incredibly close to my best friend, and I think we’re about to get even closer.
“Yes! I’ll ask Colt about that dinner at your place,” she giggles. I’m smiling because everything in my life is working out so perfectly. Things have literally never been better. “Oh wait, I have to go. Colt is calling. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, bye girlfriend,” I say into the phone.
“Bye!”
She hangs up so she can talk to her man. I check my phone, but I don’t see any texts from Nash. I wonder if he’s seen my pictures yet? Or is he ignoring me? That would definitely be a punishment I regret, but he wouldn’t. I’m sure I just need to wait a little bit longer.
Anticipation is coursing through me. There’s no way to know when the other shoe will drop after he sees my dirty photos. Being with him has emboldened me in ways I never thought possible. I never used to do seductive things. I never used to take sexy pictures of myself.
It’s like a whole new Nellie has emerged.
I’m also immensely excited by the fact that I’ll be seeing Amy again soon. Oh, I’m going to plan the best dinner. I’ll make sure all her favorites are at the table. She deserves the most delicious meal. I’ll talk to Brenda about what she thinks is best. She knows a lot more about Nash’s life than I do, so she’ll probably know Colt’s food preferences too. We can use our combined knowledge to put together a feast.
After all, I want his friend to like me. I feel like Colt’s opinion is really important to Nash, so when the two of them come over, I’ll make sure it’s the best spread ever.
Yay, I’m so excited!
I’m buzzing so much, I’m about to just go inside and start gabbing with Brenda. I know we don’t have a date planned or anything, but there’s nothing wrong in getting a head start. That way we’ll be extra prepared when the time comes.
I’m about to get up and go inside, when my phone rings again. Could it be Amy calling me again?
I pick up my phone and see that it is Nash. I adjust my hair as if he’s going to see it and then take a deep breath.
“Hello?” I answer. I put on my best sultry voice, keeping it low and a little rough. I have a pretty good idea about why he’s calling, but I’m not going to give anything away.
“What did I tell you?” Nash asks, his voice gravelly.
“I don’t know. What did you tell me?”
“Well,” he draws out, “if you scroll past all those pictures you sent me, up to that last text I sent you, you’ll see what I’m talking about.” I don’t need to scroll because I remember that last text.
“Oh, you mean the one that says not to tease. I didn’t know what that meant.”
“So, we’re going to play this game?” he growls.
I smile.
“I’m not playing one right now, but I can always start if you want me to. I am at your beck and call.”
“Oh, you little vixen,” Nash rumbles. He clears his throat. “I’m going to be home in three hours.” His voice is low, probably so only I can hear him. “Make sure Brenda goes home for the night. When I walk in the door, I want you completely naked. I want you blindfolded. I want you on all fours, with your bottom facing the door. Do you understand?”
I’m speechless. All I can do is think about Nash walking through the entryway, and I’m right there, prepared for him the way he wants. My hand goes to my chest as I clutch my beating heart.
“Nellie? Do I have to repeat myself?” he demands.
“No, everything will be ready when you get home. I promise.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He hangs up, and I’m left gripping my phone. I take a deep breath, tense with thoughts of Nash coming home later.
So he wants me on all fours, naked, and ready to accept his length as soon as he’s home. Well, naked except for a blindfold.
I wonder what I can use as a blindfold. We don’t have any of that kind of stuff lying around. But there has to be some kind of cloth or scarf that I can make into what I need.
And I should probably go help Brenda out in th
e kitchen so that she can go home early. I’m sure after Nash has his way with me, he’ll be massively hungry. Tonight, I’m going to cater to him in every way possible.
I sit up in my lounge chair, resting my chin against my knees. A smile cracks across my face.
It’s going to be a great night.
12
Nash
I got out of my very important investor meeting to see twenty texts from Nellie on my phone. At first, I thought that something was wrong, but then I opened my phone to find a myriad of pictures of Nellie by the pool in all kinds of sinful positions. My blood pressure skyrocketed and I could feel my pulse begin to hammer like a drum.
“Is everything okay?” Colt asks me.
I look up.
“Nellie has decided to tease me a little bit. I think I need to give her a little talk.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you to it.” Colt grins and strolls to his office. I go to mine for some privacy. I scroll through the photos she sent me again, covering my mouth with my hand and running it down to my chin.
“Jesus Christ, Nell.” She must have been having the time of her life, knowing exactly what these photos would do to me. She’s in all sorts of spread-eagle positions, showing off her honey spot while toying with her ruby red nips. There’s even one where the camera’s directed straight at her little hole as she pulls herself open, letting me see as far as possible into her swollen pink tunnel.
The little cocktease.
I dial her number, waiting for the answer.
“Hello?” comes her innocent voice.
“What did I tell you?” I growl.
“I don’t know. What did you tell me?” Oh, okay then. I see exactly what my naughty girl is doing. She wants to be a minx, and to get me all riled up.
“Stop playing,” I rasp into the receiver.