by Jenny Jeans
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Billionaires Housekeeper, Bound and Spanked, Part 1
(Submission, Erotic Romance)
By Jenny Jeans
1 ] TIT’S & ASS
“Did you see the new housekeeper?”
Hall walked into Judd’s home office, they both worked out of their private Miami estate when they weren't traveling the world for their company. The first product that had made them millionaires, then billionaires, was called, “Energy Zip” and nicknamed, “E-Zip” by the millions that now drank it daily. It was a high energy drink that had blown into a full line of products.
“Who the hell hired her?” Hall demanded, stopping before Judd’s sleek, glass and chrome desk. There were six flat screens, each of them was eighty inches and hung on every wall of Judd’s home office. Each screen had different displays on it, from stock markets around the world, to breaking world and business news, while two of them were used as Judd’s computer screens.
Judd’s dark head lifted distractedly, as he muttered, “You know that bulldog executive secretary, Ms. Bane, the board made us hire probably did it.”
“Bane does not have authority to do that type of hiring here on our private estate.” The anger in Hall’s voice was tightening.
Hall saw his anger finally got Judd’s attention and Judd lifted his dark blue eyes to him. “You want to waste time interviewing, doing background checks, walkthroughs to explain the job, and the hiring of our housekeeper?”
Snotty, Hall thought. Judd was a dark God he was so handsome, with half Greek features of wavy black hair, light olive skin, and a body Judd worked to look cut. However, Judd was also arrogant, bordering on insolent. They were polar opposites in looks as he was blonde with brown eyes and had bulkier muscle. They were, however, not so far off in personalities. It was why they succeeded and a miracle both their dominant attitudes got along. Hall thought it was because they both looked at life the same way; as if it was something to be molded to their desires never for them to conform to reach those same desires. Conforming would make the desires worthless.
Irritated, Hall uttered, stiffening his broad shoulders. “She’s fucking beautiful.”
Judd raised a black eyebrow, because Hall knew what they both thought beautiful most men did not. “Tits and ass?” Judd questioned.
“Full, round, and generously spankable,” Hall answered tightly.
He’d first seen the shapely new housekeeper’s heart-shaped ass bent over while wearing cutoff shorts. Shorts that were too short to be proper for an employee, and they’d never hire anyone as young. The temptations would be too ripe in their personal residence, and set them head to head to have her.
Hall’s gaze had been rapt as he’d watched her from a distance … she’d been looking under one of the ten guest bathroom cabinets off the main entryway, which held a large rock waterfall interspersed with miniature palms. Those waterfalls led to a small rock-lined river that flowed outside the back of the mansion into their lagoon swimming area. His gaze had followed the contours of her rounded ass, while he’d been getting angrier by the minute.
“Hair?” Judd asked sharply.
“Red. Long. Curling,” Hall ticked off sharply.
“Fuck.” Judd swiveled from his desk, then stood. “Let’s check the security screens. Get a better look.”
Hall nodded. “Arron better have a full file on her,” he added.
They both paced to the estate’s security suite and main headquarters. They liked minimal personnel so their security setup was high-tech and expensive. It did what ten guards might do watching over the entire property that included five miles of beachfront and one hundred acres. Arron was the head of their security and acted as bodyguard when the occasion arose.
There were only two other men in security on the property. It was all low key and setup to have minimal impact on Judd’s and his privacy. They had a cook, several grounds keeping companies that came in, but did not stay. The security didn’t stay at night either, unless requested.
There were three older women that came in to clean five days a week. They were always gone by three, and complained it was a big place to do in that amount of time. Hall had one of the security guards drive them in and out. The voluptuous redhead would be in charge of them and it couldn’t be said they didn’t need a person in charge of domestic issues. But not one that looked like her and was going to live on the property.
He hadn’t told Judd that part yet. The only reason he knew it had to be the plan — a plan they knew nothing about, was because he’d had time to wonder how the hell she’d gotten there. Her car wasn’t one of the cars parked out front, and no one just drove in without an appointment. He thought housekeeper by its very name meant live in.
Arron must have been out on patrol, because when they entered the security suite no one was attending the screens. He and Judd walked toward them, and when they reached them Judd started moving the toggle on the desk control panel that flipped through different views of the mansion and grounds.
“There she is,” Hall announced, pointing to a box in the screen, top right corner, in full color. No black and white images. He could see the very rich color of her hair and if she turned right they’d even catch her eye color.
“Fuck,” Judd cussed lowly.
Yeah he’d like to fuck that, Hall thought looking over every inch of her creamy white skin, long legs, plump ass, and even plumper breasts. If that wasn’t enough she had a small waist, bow-shaped lips, slender nose, and he saw expressive black irises.
Judd moved the toggle following her movements to another guest bathroom off the kitchen. They both sucked in a breath when she bent that ample ass over to look under the bathroom cabinet. The angle of the rotating security camera caught the tight clench of her jean shorts.
This was why they never hired women as young and voluptuous as her on their private estate. It would set up a challenge between them for both of them to try to seduce her and bring her under submission.
“Perfect,” Judd whispered.
“We have to get rid of her,” Hall uttered.
Neither moved their gaze from watching her as she now straightened, looking in the mirror for a moment to fluff her long hair. That very feminine gesture curled tigh
tly through Hall.
Charlie checked her makeup and hair in the mirror. Again. She knew she was overdoing it, but she hadn’t met the lords of the manor — a freaking paradise mansion. They weren’t lords, but she thought of them like that. She hadn’t met them and she had to make a good impression on them, because she needed this job — had wanted a job like this forever, and basically lied big time to get it.
“Housekeeper to a multi-million dollar luxury estate,” she intoned with a dreamy quality.
Yes, she’d kill for this job. She had to win over her new bosses and she had to hide the fact she didn’t know what she was doing. Oh, she’d cleaned before, some motel cleaning during hard times through college and a few times cleaning houses for a part time job she had one year, but never … as in never, an estate or been in charge of other cleaning ladies.
Those parts, she’d lied straight out to the stern lady that hired her. What amazed her was Ms. Bane didn’t background check her. So now Charlie was tiptoeing around as if someone — anyone would at any minute, come charging at her shouting she was a fraud, and demanding she leave. And maybe pay back money for the use of the lovely little cottage house she’d slept in or the food she’d eaten.
If they found out, they wouldn’t do that would they? Charlie bit her bottom lip looking in the mirror. Well she could clean … any woman could clean. How hard could it be? Just make certain everything sparkled.
Charlie turned from the bathroom counter and walked out of her fourth bathroom that morning alone. She couldn’t guess how many more there might be or guess how big the place could be? She’d seen “Million Dollar Rooms” on TV so she knew some luxury estates looked like lavish hotels. She looked up, for the tenth time that morning, at the spectacular waterfall right in the entryway and she still felt as amazed as she was the first time she’d seen it.
What kind of money did it take to live in a place like this? A. Lot. She was going to have to buy Violet a really expensive gift for getting her this gig — and helping her disappear from her huge problem. Let that psycho-Jared find her here, she thought, walking slowly, while looking for the next bathroom to check. He was another huge reason to make certain she kept this job, because on an exclusive private estate there’d be no one finding her that she didn’t want too.
Her ex-sister-in-law, Violet owned Manson Executive Domestic Services and she had urged Charlie to do this and get out of Orlando, where creepy Jared was stalking her. Charlie was just freaked enough to take Violet up on the crazy idea, besides if she could pull it off it, this would be her dream job.
“Miss Heart?” a man’s voice asked, bringing Charlie out of her pondering. “I find that a ridiculous last name by the way.”
Charlie stalled, turning to look behind her for the voice. Ah oh, it was both billionaires and she wasn’t sure who of them had spoken. Several things happened at once. First she was peeved at the dig on her name. People could be named Heart, damn it. Second she was frozen by the looks, masculinity, and power emanating off the two really hot, hot men glaring at her. Third she had no idea who to address, and fourth she nearly snapped back at them over the name dig, before she caught herself.
Instead, she said lamely, “Sorry, sir.”
For some reason those two words from her lips seemed to amplify some intensity from the stunning men facing her and it was as if the air around them electrified with intent. It caused her to move up on her toes as if she were about to run. Which was ridiculous, but damn, her new bosses were intense. A quivery feeling started inside her low and moving upward as she tried to look them over and soak in some of their masculine fineness, but she failed. Her appraisal of them aborted in a nearly timid way, and that wasn’t like she usually acted where men were concerned. She was not timid or shy, well shy was not the right word; maybe scared to death they’d discover her duplicity.
The jet-black haired one with the olive tinted skin and dark blue eyes, said, “I’m Judd Bishop and this is Hall Medina. You are unexpected.”
Charlie tried to smile at Judd without really looking at him. She bet they both ran through high-end models like a game of poker. I’ll take two this time, now a full house. She kind of nodded at Hall, wondering what would be a proper thing to offer they call her. Her first name or Miss Heart? She went with natural, it was all she had.
“People call me Charlie, its short for Charlene, but no one but my Aunt May calls me that,” she mumbled, stalling uncertainly. Gad, she had to get her self together, so she straightened her posture and forced herself to look at them directly. Except, Hall’s brown eyes looked so fierce, she gulped.
“Nice to meet you,” she finished lamely caught within his fierce gaze. Then because something in their intent just made her do it, she added, “Sirs.” What else was she going to call them?
Intensity surged from them straight through her again and her nipples grew hard, which really freaked her out, making her blush and wish to like, run away.
“You won’t do. Not at all,” Hall Medina uttered, his haute, but piercing attitudes cutting her.
“No,” she blurted, kind of begging, and she’d never have been brave enough if she wasn’t startled by this turn of events. “Please, sir,” she pleaded and she stepped toward him. His gaze narrowed on her and she felt it arrow through her, centering on places on her body it shouldn’t. But she was practically begging a hot man for something. Doing that under most circumstances would be a complete turn on.
She looked at Judd shaking her hair slightly, “I really need this job, sir.”
Ah oh, if she thought Hall was intensity times one hundred Judd was severity tinged with potency plus a hundred. Those inner quivering feelings grew larger as their gazes stroked her legs, hips, breasts, hair, then her face. She got immediately this wasn't an employer and employee thing, but it was deeper; a man and woman thing. Then it dawned on her the intensity might be attraction.
But she was a nobody, a glorified maid, and they couldn’t possibly be attracted to …
“How much?” Judd demanded, and the quality of his voice snapped through her. OhGod. “How much do you need this job?”
“No,” Hall snapped beside him and his glaring eyes turned to Judd. A silent war went on between them.
Then she, stupid or not, blurted. “Bad. I need it really bad. Please, sirs, just give me a chance. I swear I won’t disappoint you.”
Hall’s piercing gaze swung back to her. “Why do you call us that ... sirs?”
His direct question seemed so important. “I ... I-It just seemed right,” she stuttered. Where was her composure? But frankly she’d never felt anything as intense as their encounter.
“Fuck,” Hall cussed lowly, and that word, even though he’d not meant it in a sexual way, curled through her hotly.
“We don’t need a housekeeper, we need other things.” Judd’s voice broke her gaze with Hall.
“B-But …” she stuttered, she was confused. “Um...”
Hall’s body seemed to relax and his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. Tensions seemed to ease inside her. “Look, you're just too fucking beautiful to work here. We’d never get work done.”
She almost blurted out, “You're crazy!” She was not beautiful by these mens terms. Men who were so rich they could pick the most gorgeous women in the world. But it sounded as if he was making up his mind to get rid of her, and while they were scare-worthy intense, she kept thinking about what Judd said.
She lifted a hand out to them. “As long as these other things aren’t illegal, I bet I could do them.”
Was she nuts? Yeah, so nuts that two, beyond handsome, billionaires were making her aroused and making her cream her jean shorts. Never, as in never, would an opportunity like this present itself again.
“Christ,” Judd swore, and she looked at him, while doing some pleading with her gaze. “Did Ms. Bane have you sign a confidentiality paper?” he asked roughly.
Charlie nodded, as she watched Judd making an aside comment to Hall. “She could
n’t speak of anything she heard.”
Hall’s gaze cut to Judd, as he replied distinctly, “Or did.”
Ah oh, it involved doing. Charlie nibbled her bottom lip. Come on, doing and attraction equaled …
“A submissive, Charlie,” Judd said, and her mouth opened.
“A house submissive, Charlie,” Hall added, and her opened mouth gasped.
2 ] IF YOU COME TO US BABY GIRL, WEAR NO PANTIES.
They didn’t hire her … but they didn’t fire her either. Not yet anyways. Instead, they gave her the weekend to think about it. Then they disappeared, leaving her a puddle. She’d pretty much run to her little cottage, a good half a mile away. Once inside, she’d even locked the door. She wasn’t certain what had happened, what to think about it, or more importantly what to do about it.
In the moment it happened, she’d been begging … now out of it, she thought she’d gone crazy. Except one thing would not leave her alone. They thought she was beautiful. They must have really thought that because of the way they offered for her to be their …
“To be their submissive,” Charlie muttered in awe, as she wandered into the cute little living room the cottage had. It was done in island pastels. Very expensive for a mere housekeeper’s place.
Gad, she needed to pack and get out of there. She couldn’t do something like they wanted. Could she?
“No,” she exclaimed, feeling tempted and edgy at the same time. She’d read about Master and submissives before. When she’d read a naughty story about it, it had turned her on, in an only ever fantasy type way. On the outside looking in, it seemed very intense. She’d certainly never heard of a “house submissive” before. Would they share her then? That single thought made her instantly and unreasonably very turned on.
“I’m nuts!” she exclaimed, sitting on the white, buttery-leather love seat, while staring out the French doors at some amazing landscaping.
Two billionaires wanna do you. Charlie squeaked an exclamation. “Two hot … hot men,” she muttered. One just did not make a decision like this.
