Secretly Watching the Maid's Midnight Visitor

The heavy velvet drapes in the east wing had been drawn for hours, but the mansion still held the day's lingering warmth. Alexander Voss stood motionless in the narrow servants' passage, eye pressed to the one-way mirror that had been installed decades ago by a paranoid ancestor. At forty-two, the widower had long ago convinced himself he was above such base impulses. Tonight, that illusion was burning away.

Lila had left her bedroom door unlatched, just as she always did on Thursday nights. The young maid slipped inside first, her simple white nightdress clinging to the generous curves that made Alexander’s throat tighten every time she passed him in the halls. Twenty-two, raven-haired, with an angelic face that suggested Sunday school and a body that suggested pure sin. She had only been in his employ four months, yet she already haunted every quiet moment.

The muscular young man who followed her in was new. Marcus, she had called him once in a hushed phone call Alexander had shamelessly eavesdropped on. Twenty-eight, broad-shouldered, with the kind of powerful build that came from real labor rather than gym mirrors. He closed the door behind them with deliberate softness.

“You sure he’s asleep?” Marcus murmured, voice low and rough.

Lila’s laugh was soft, wicked. “Mr. Voss is dead to the world. He never comes to this wing after ten.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, slow and filthy, tongues sliding together with practiced hunger.

Alexander’s breath hitched. His cock, already half-hard from the anticipation of waiting in the dark, surged fully erect against the silk of his pajama pants. He told himself he would only watch for a moment. Just to be sure she was safe. The lie tasted like ash.

Lila sank to her knees without preamble, fingers working open Marcus’s belt with eager familiarity. When she freed his cock, Alexander’s eyes widened. The thing was thick, veined, and already glistening at the tip. Lila looked up at her boyfriend with pure adoration, lips parted, then leaned in and took him deep in one smooth glide.