Lily's POV
Learning that my own boss liked me as a woman was something that touched me deeply. I didn't know why a man like Garret Ward would love me, and I was afraid that maybe he was just confused about my having behavior similar to that of the deceased wife, so I was afraid that all that was just an illusion, but on the other hand, I also couldn't ignore the happiness I felt with that revelation. Yes, I liked my boss very much. He was the most mysterious man I had ever met in my life, and he managed to awaken feelings and sensations in me that I never thought I would feel in my life.
Since the first days I started working in that mansion, I was dedicating myself a lot to please my boss, and I wasn't doing it as if I was being forced to do that thing; after all, I was being paid for it; that's why I had to present a good job, but I was also doing it with pleasure. Taking care of little Arthur was invigorating for me; it made me feel like his own mother since the day they had put him in my arms. I loved taking care of little Arthur. It was invigorating for me; it made me feel like his own mother since the day they had put him in my arms. I loved taking care of that child, and I was happy doing it.
But I was taken by surprise when I realized that I also had to take care of Arthur's father; I would literally also have to babysit him, even though he was a grown man. Mr. Ward wasn't a useless man, and he didn't have any health issues, but it was clear that he also wanted attention from his son's nanny. And I liked knowing that I was someone important in his life, that I knew about his pain, and that I was willing to take care of him.
"The baby is already sleeping; let's go to my room. We need to talk." He said this once after he had religiously watched me breastfeed his son, as he had always done since I started working in that mansion a few weeks ago. That had certainly taken me by surprise. Was my boss really calling me to his room? But Garrett Ward's impenetrable and serious face showed that he wasn't kidding. I did admit that I liked the man's looks at me; I felt strangely appreciated, not least because I wasn't as beautiful nor did I have as attractive a body as the other girls, but I couldn't deny that I liked it when he looked at my boobs. What would happen if I denied it? Mr. Ward would send me back to the orphanage where I worked, but it wasn't like I was looking to turn down anything. I couldn't deny that Garrett Ward stirred my senses.
Wasn't it me who always imagined myself in his arms? When I was sleeping in my little maid's bed, I didn't feel intense heat between my legs when I saw images of Mr. Ward watching me sneakily feed the baby. Didn't I imagine myself sitting on his lap, rubbing my tits in the man's face? Wasn't I the one who imagined my boss's long, strong hands gliding over my skin? I was ashamed just thinking about it; I wasn't like that. I had never had such lewd thoughts about any man in my entire life, but it seemed that when it came to my boss, my mind was out of control.
Furthermore, I swallowed hard and obediently followed the man as he strode down the hall to his room, which was next to his son's room. The castle walls were obviously soundproof, but there was a baby monitor on the nightstand next to Arthur's crib that would let him know if he woke up at dawn wanting attention from his babysitter, and this time I made sure the baby monitor was working properly. , I would be there for Arthur whenever he called, but now I would be with his father first. I felt this impure need to be with my boss. I was still small behind him, pressing the palms of my hands to the nipples of my breasts because, after breastfeeding Arthur, my breasts still gushed with breast milk that ended up wetting the entire blouse of my dress. That was normal for someone who breastfeeds; my round and hard breasts had even increased in size, and now they were heavy because of the amount of breast milk concentrated in my mammary glands.
The tall man in front of me opened the door of his room, leaving space for me to enter. I entered my master's room all shy. The room was spacious and well-equipped; there was a large TV of more than 100 inches on the wall in front of the large and high bed; there were shelves full of books over there; and there was a long couch next to the window that was open, letting in the cool breeze of autumn entering through the dancing curtains. I noticed that there was a feminine charm about this room. Garrett hadn't changed the decor of the room that his late wife had done; did he still feel like it was too early to change the decor?
If it was so soon for him to be rid of the memories of his dead wife, then what was I doing in this room? He wasn't drunk like he was when he confessed his feelings to me a few nights ago, so he knew exactly what he was doing. Maybe my boss just wanted to give me a schedule of what the baby's routine would look like for the next few days; obviously it wouldn't be a big deal, but I was remembering his eyes on me, and I thought he hadn't just called me up to his room. To talk.
"Go to the bed and lie on your stomach." Garrett Ward commanded, making my eyes widen slightly. Although swallowing hard, I took my feet and headed to the bed, where I climbed on it and lay on my stomach, just as my boss had ordered.
Garrett took off his robe, surprising me when I saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt under the robe. My boss had a lean and defined body; his arms were long and muscular in the right measure. He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, and when he walked, I could see his erection outlined in the thin fabric of the gray sweatshirt. I had never seen a grown man's penis before in my life, but I believed that men's crotches weren't always as voluminous as my boss's was now. Did he want to use the bathroom? Maybe it was tight to pee... I was ashamed of myself for being so inexperienced with men. When he was walking towards the bed, his manly member was clearly wagging between his legs left and right as if it had a life of its own. I ran my tongue over my lips, which had suddenly gone dry, and pressed my thighs together to try to stop the sting of arousal I felt throughout my intimacy with that sight. Garrett lay down next to me, propping his elbow on the pillows, still not taking his eyes off me. I was breathing hard, looking into the man's blue eyes. I had my own wide eyes.
"You are so beautiful, Lily." She spoke in a heavy voice. "Can you forgive me for always having lewd thoughts about you?" How could I blame him for something if I also had the same thoughts? I nodded my head, suddenly having a dry throat.
"Y-yes, Mr. Ward…"
Garrett took his hand to my hands, which were still cupping my breasts, and moved them away from the two mounded on my chest. Now, with the nipples free from the pressure of his palms, a considerable amount of warm and sweet milk wets the fabric of my chest. My dresser, Garrett, took his index finger and slid it through my wet but covered nipples, which made my body shiver all over to the point that I let out an involuntary moan. I felt electricity when his finger pressed against my fragile nipple. I didn't know that one simple touch from a man would have such an effect on me. However, Garrett did not stop there; he brought his wet index finger with his nanny's natural milk to his mouth and slowly sucked his own finger, feeling that sweet taste. It was as clear as water how much Garrett wanted to suck my breasts. He straightened up on the bed and began unbuttoning the buttons on my chest-length dress.
"Sir…" I pleaded, not knowing if I was asking him to stop or for him to continue. By the way, I was feeling agitated; I was probably asking him to hurry up. Now that my breasts were fully exposed, still dripping breast milk from the nipples, Garret quickly ran his tongue over his lips before finally leaning his head down and grabbing one of my breasts, starting to lick and suck with all his might. He was like the baby, hungrier than all.