positions

Chapter 5 - Positions

“I look at her, she’s on top of me, trying to cover her body. She’s perfect from head to toe. She scares me, by going down on me like that. She must have had experience before. She does not look like she’s enjoying this. Did I turn her off in some way? Or did she wanted more, I have no idea what she’s thinking. She’s.. --- “

“Ethan… are you alright?” I am panting, out of breath. He’s staring at me again, I have no clue what he wants. I find the strength to wake up and turn on the side lamp, the only one that I know how to turn on. I have to see his face.

“Your face… let me do it for you.” Ethan took out the tissues and wipes it clean. He’s being careful. “I’m sorry. I was… out of line.”

“Don’t be, this is not your fault. I was bad at it. I never do it before.” I help him to check on my face. If there’s any cum left.

“You never. Done this?” He questions.

“No. Ethan. I may have exes but I never go down on them.” I replied short.

“Leah… I didn’t. Know.” He has the same looks. Regret.

‘It’s alright, give me the tissues. I can do it on my own. Sorry.” I take it and hid in the bathroom. I am still naked and I have none with me. There’s no way that I could go out and face him. I want to resist his offers stays the night but my body has no energy left to act stubborn. I wash my face and wrap myself in the towel and goes back to him. He’s staring at the window, it’s still raining. I must have admitted it, he’s in another level, his figures showing that he’s been working out and he maintains it for a reason, his hair is brown almost too dark, visible jawline and veins. I am ogling for him,

“Have you look enough?” He turns his face at me while holding the cigarettes.

“Can I have one?” I don’t want the night to be over and I needed a smoke. “Do you like it here?” I try to make a conversation.

“I do now.” He takes another hit.

“I see. How about later? Will you stay for long?” I push my luck.

“I have no plans, except finishing the schools and my dad he will finally let me go. How about you?” He leans in while pulling my robe.

“I will leave the town, as soon as I’m done. Get a house and a job. Or a cat. I don’t know. Whatever life gives me, I will take it. As long as far away from here.” I stare back at him, he looks down on my cleavage and slowly plays his hands on me. This is all new to me, an exhilarating 3 hours moment of my life to explore my true calling, to be treated in that way. Who could have thought I will actually come on his hands.

“Are you alright?” Ethan slides his left leg on my thighs.

“I’m good… we should. Get some sleep.” I have to stand on my ground. This life is not meant for someone like me.

“We still have Sunday, before you need to go. Spend time with me. Leah. I will make it worth it.”

He means it. Every word, I am tempted by Ethan. There’s no doubt about this. What will happen next? Will, it ended the same way. I will be left alone, getting through all of it from the start. People left, they will never change for that, especially for my dad. He left when it’s the hardest time for us but then he comes back the moment he knew that mom can support us and now he’s back at it again. He tried to change. I know that but it took him years just to realise that he’s using my mom and me. For his sake. Not for us. “I think, I better go tomorrow. Ethan.” This is the right decisions for me. Running away.

“If you say so, but let me send you. Please, Leah.” Ethan is not moving an inch, his face is looking serious.

“Yes, you can. Now, let’s go to sleep.” I move first. He follows behind, keeping his hands on my waist. We settled in the bed, he takes off my robe then proceed to undress. I could feel his body warmth, rest his head on my back. He starts to breathe slowly, falling asleep. It hurts so bad that I didn’t ask for more. Sometimes, it’s better this way, he’s leaving and I do too. Why would we even give it a try? I have to let this go and focus on what’s best for me. I close my eyes, never forget about this---

The next morning, I wake up. Sun is up and bringing lights to the room. It is peaceful Sunday. He’s still sleeping while holding me, Ethan looks like a small kid, clinging to his favourite toys. I want to fix his messy bed hair and wakes him up. We could even make out right now, I can feel his morning wood. He is healthy for sure. I start acting weird, this is a psychological reaction and that’s it. I have to put his hand off me slowly. Starts to find my clothes, shoes and my bag. “Shit, I should have fixed him something to eat.” I made a very risky attempt to open the door as quiet possible. It doesn’t occur to me before but this is definitely not a house. Looking around, I do not know where is the kitchen. This is so odd.

“Miss. what can I do for you.?”

“Fuck! Sorry… my bad. I, umm… looking for the kitchen, can you show me the way?” She appeared out of nowhere. Gives me a heart attack.

“I will help you to make it. We are preparing Sir Ethan now.” She leads me the way.

“Thank you for showing me, but can I prepare it instead? I just want to say thank you and leave.” I smile but she’s not responding. “Or… you can show me the way out. I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, miss… I think he will enjoy you more than us. He hasn’t eaten a home cook dish since his mom got sick.” She explains along the corridor.

“Ethan did not tell me that. How did she fall ill?” I want to know.

“She’s having an issue to controls the liquor intake and Master---” We look to the front, it must be the head nanny, she looks fierce.

“You. do your job now.” She said short.

“Alright, this is Leah, she’s the guest and offers to cooks breakfast for Sir Ethan.” She looks at me and smile. We haven’t finished talking.

“Hello. Good morning. I will be quick and do it, I will not make a mess. I promise. Madam.” I have to convince her.

“What do you need?” She asks.

“Yes! I mean, pancakes. Classic with hams and scrambles.” She has a kind heart, I start as soon as possible, to make my way out from here. It was easy, every ingredient fresh from the gardens and eggs from the hen. If all of this were mine. I will make the most out of it. There’s no need to worry if we have to move houses and countries, no money issues, I will live like a carefree person.

“Are you done, Miss Leah?” Madam looks at me, checking on the food I have made. She’s waiting.

“Yes, sorry I take too long, well… I better go now.” I bid her farewell, someone stops me. It’s Ethan. He must be running, couldn’t even fix his bed hair.

“What are you doing, running away from me?” He looks pissed. All of the maids left the room and left both of us alone.

“I am not, I am cooking for you and now it is done. We are fair and square. We do not owe each other anything and you, don’t have any obligations towards me. Make sure that you eat. I’ll… never mind. Goodbye, Ethan.” I should have just left.

“I am not letting you go. Leah, stay and feed me.” He lifts me and throws off his killer smile. No one will be able to resist him. Not even me.

“Ethan. Please, I have to go.” I insist and tries to go down.

“Give me your bag.” Ethan holds his hand out and wait. “We will go back to my room.”

“Fine.” This is on him. “Fuck I should’ve left.” Cursed me for my slow-witted brains. I grunts.

He carried me all the way back to his room and there’s no sign of him panting. So on. And he finally puts me down and closes the door.

“Strip and wear this.” He’s taking something from the cupboard.

“I am not! Going to do that!” Cover me with the bag and locked my hand to my chest.

“Relax, I’ve seen it all. I will turn around and you put on this.” He gives me one piece of a nightgown. It’s lace with a beige colour.

This must-have cost a few hundred bucks, it must be from the finest material to make it feels like this. As I strip and put it on, wearing only my panties. It fits me perfectly, “I’m done. Ethan.” I haven’t had a chance to wash my face, I look like bloated fish.

“This suits you. Come here. Leah.” His voice changed, much more soother and kind. He’s not mad anymore.

“I want to wash my face first, can I use your toothbrush?” I have to make excuses, my heart is about to combust because of him. “Let me go. Ethan and stop staring at me. I haven’t wash my face.” Cover my face with my hand. He’s making me shy.

“You… smell like me. Leah. [inhales] this is what I need. [exhales]. This… only this.” Ethan lift me again. ‘Don’t leave me without saying a word. Just don’t.” He made his statement.

He looked hurt and one of the maids did say that he’s been alone all this time. I feel bad for him. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Food is getting cold. Let me wash up.” He made me want to hold him. Hearing his stories. There’s must be a reason, for him to act this way. Took me a few minutes to freshen up and goes back to him. He’s looking out the window again while smoking.

“Let’s eat. Ethan. I know this is not much but I don’t want to scavenge your kitchen, madam will eat me. [laughs] Sorry. Bad joke.” I take the plate and sits in front of him. It’s still early morning and since his house is the only one here. Everything is preserved to its nature.

“Even I am scared of her. [laughs] but she has a good heart. Alright, let’s dig in.” He took a bite and stop to look at me.

“Is it really that bad?” He looks at me like I burned the dish. I’ve tasted it and it is fine with me.

“You can cook, Leah. hmm… mom always made this for me before.” He continues to eat with gusto.

“Ethan… slow down. Here, drink water.” I hand him the glass and he drinks it. Water drips down to his neck, I was thinking lewd stuff imagining his lips on me and rips this gown off.

“Leah… you’re giving off an erotic face. Again. Are you seducing me?” He stands up and puts his face closer to me.

He kisses me on the lips while closing his eyes. I should have just left him. I am addicted to how he tasted. “Are you finish?” I stop him. He smells like tobacco but his lips taste sweet. It must be the orange juice. I respond to his kiss. It is intense, I feel dizzy and overwhelm.

“This. yes, dessert for me. I will take it now.” Ethan cupped my face. “Let me have you. Leah.” He takes off his shirt and sits down at the edge of the table. He knows how I feel about him. This must be it.

“I don’t know.”