Camille stared at him with wide, surprised eyes and remained silent for a while. It was obvious that she was attracted to him. Just like all the other employees in the house. Whenever he appeared, they looked at each other in admiration of his beauty. Determined, she turned and walked to the door, locking it. Then she returned to Maxwell.
"I'm ready, sir."
Maxwell wasn't surprised, but his eyes darkened.
"You know you don't have to do this, right? I won't fire you if you refuse." Maxwell wanted her not to feel forced to do something she didn't want to do. He also felt he should give her the chance to say no and walk away.
"I want to... But there's something I think you should know..."
"Tell me." Maxwell couldn't help the impatient tone in his voice.
"I'm still a virgin."
Maxwell was surprised this time. He'd thought she'd tell him there was a price, but he hadn't expected that.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen years old, sir."
"Did you start working with us when you were still at school?"
"Yes, sir."
Maxwell looked at her thoughtfully.
"And you're not afraid of losing your virginity to me?"
"It would be like a dream come true, sir."
Maxwell approached her quickly. That secret would no longer have to be kept between them. He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Their faces were just a few centimeters apart. He could see that she had beautiful gray eyes, which he had never noticed before. And she smelled good too. He then kissed her. At first affectionately, but then a feeling of possession came over him, and he dared to kiss her wildly. She couldn't resist, and even let out a moan of pleasure as his hands impatiently ripped off the uniform she was wearing. Her lips tasted of mint. Her breasts were hard, and he ran his hand over them, feeling that he was going to explode with desire. He also had the feeling that came over him at that moment, that she belonged to him, because he had never taken the virginity of any young woman in his house.
He threw her on the bed. He wanted to fuck her with all his vigor and desire at that moment, but Maxwell wanted it to be a good experience for her, so he held back. His tongue roamed all over her body, while his hands gripped the hard nipples of her breasts, and added to that, her moans were driving him crazy. He reached her clitoris with his tongue, but didn't linger, as she began to squirm with pleasure, and he didn't want her first orgasm to be like this. He wanted to see her screaming and dependent on his cock to feel satiated. He penetrated her slowly, feeling the exact moment when her hymen was broken. He started slowly, and when she began to squirm again under him, and holding him tightly, asking him to go faster and never stop, after the moment of pain, Maxwell increased the pace, and as soon as she felt the first orgasm, he allowed himself to cum, too. And as soon as he had, he got off her and lay down next to her, listening to their panting, gradually calming down.
"Are you sorry?" He asked after a while, breaking the pleasant silence that had settled in.
"Of course not. I never thought I could feel something so... Wonderful. I'm flattered that you chose me... Do you regret it?"
Maxwell smiled.
"I thought my conscience would be guilty because of my wife, but... No. I'm happy. I love her and I always will, but I feel that you were meant to be mine. My heart doesn't want to leave you..."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying that I want you to come with me to the United States, and I'm asking you to be mine alone."
Camille remained silent.
"I'm one of the people who will be traveling with you and your family. So you can have me whenever you want."
"No, Camille. I can't keep a mistress under the same roof as my children and my wife, no matter how discreet we try to be, we'd still create suspicion from someone observant. I'll put you up in a comfortable apartment in the city we're going to, and you'll have your own employees... I'll give you everything you need. I don't want you to lack anything."
"In exchange for me giving up having a family, a husband, just for me..." She concluded thoughtfully.
"Yes, Camille. In exchange for that."
"I... I need to think."
"Unfortunately, you don't have time for that. If you don't accept, it's better that you stay here, looking after this mansion. I can't have you near me anymore, and not touching you..."
"Since when do you think that, sir?"
"Max. You can call me by my name. I've thought so since the moment you walked into this room and I looked at you with desire."
"Aren't you being too hasty?"
"Maybe. But if this attraction ends, I assure you that I won't leave you destitute. I'll make it up to you."
"I want to be with you, but I'm afraid your wife will find out. She'd kill me."
"She won't find out."
"I don't speak the language of that country."
"I'll get a teacher, a very old one, to teach you in your new apartment. And even then, the moment you no longer want to stay there, I'll arrange your return and pay you a sum so that you can live a comfortable life."
"I... Max, I thought I saw you coming towards me at an impossible speed..."
"Camille... You didn't notice anything different?" He asked huskily and sensually.
Camille smiled as she squirmed, and Maxwell's eyes lit up with what was going through his mind, and his penis became hard as a rock. She noticed and stared at him, startled.
"I... I feel like it, but my vagina is burning..."
Maxwell's eyes darkened.
"It's not your vagina I want right now."
Swiftly, Maxwell got on his knees, got her on all fours, and savagely penetrated her anus. She screamed. Maxwell didn't think anyone could hear, as they were all downstairs. After the pain, she began to roll around on his cock, and Maxwell felt excited by her reception, and began to thrust faster and faster and more furiously. When he ejaculated, he pulled out of her. She decided she should go and have a shower before she fell asleep.