Part 5 the Finale
When Grace had finished with her shower, she grabbed the towel and covered her wet, but naked body. Still seething at Peter she came out into the bedroom, the room was empty; Marielle must have sneaked off too she thought. Feeling hurt, disappointed and very lonely she sat on the bed looking at the crumpled sheets, the indentations of where bodies had lain were still there, she could still imagine and see the last few hours all over again, but that's all it was, her imagination. Grace thought about how she and Peter met and how funny she thought he was, he had made her smile on more that on occasion, she never really did get angry at him, but had enjoyed him company immensely. The pain and lengths he had gone to, to be her maid and now everything was spoilt.
It was her fault all this had happened, she was blaming no-one but herself, if she hadn't got so jealous and possessive over him this would not have happened, and as for Marielle, well she was not supposed to have found Peter lying tethered to the bed, then again if he hadn't shouted for help she would not have found him and he would have been there waiting desperately for her when she came in from work. So what of all these ifs, buts, and maybes, was it helping her now? The answer was NO.
Grace didn't know what to do or where to turn, had she been really that obvious, that possessive?
Grabbing her robe, and putting it on she left her bedroom went along the corridor to what was Peter's room. Tapping on his door, she got no answer, so she turned the door handle and popped her head around the door. Peter was pacing the floor, half dressed in his male clothing, deciding what he should do next, he looked up and saw Grace come to gloat' he said I don't think I can do this anymore, I thought this was what I wanted and now I'm not so sure'. Grace tried to apologise for her behaviour in the shower, saying that she had never had anyone who had had this kind of effect on her and she was so sorry. I couldn't help myself she said you had awoken feeling in me that I never dreamed possible, then I saw you with Marielle and became so jealous I wanted it to be me you touched like that not her, cant you understand what I'm saying'.I want you here with me always, I don't want you to leave, if it means letting Marielle go, then I will as long as you stay with me', said Grace. I can't do that' said Peter I fell head over heels with Marielle, I don't care what she is, my feelings for her are so strong, I just cant leave her, she will feel so rejected, I don't even know where she is right now'. Grace was clutching at straws, she was desperate, and so she suggested `What if I keep you both on here at the house, will you stay, please.'
Peter said he would have to think about it, he was making no promises, but at least he would think. Grace couldn't argue with that, that's all she wanted him to do, and with that she left the room, closing the door behind her.
He sat on the bed, looking at the pretty maid's outfit he had worn the day before, how he had enjoyed that, his thoughts went to the dressing in those lovely sexy undies, putting on the outfit having make-up put on him and his wig, and those ridiculous heels, ohhhh it had been wonderful. Grace had been good to him, of that there was no doubt, and he would have been happy to stay with her for as long as she had wanted him to, but something happened when his eyes fell on Marielle, everything changed. Ok it had been a shock at first to find out that Marielle wasn't all woman, he hadn't meet anyone like her before, but she was warm and attentive and he could resist her charms no more, he wanted her and to be with her. Thinking about what Grace had said about keeping them both on in the house, he started having doubts. He knew he would never go to Grace's bed at night, but he would share his with Marielle, and Grace would not approve of that at all. Every time he kissed Grace he would wish it was Marielle, he could not get her out of his mind. No matter what way Peter looked at it, it wasn't going to work; he would resign himself to not dressing and not being dominated by a Mistress and get on with his life with Marielle.
It was getting late and Peter got ready for bed, slipping naked in between the bed sheets he laid there thinking, touching the rings on his nipples and the one behind his scrotum now that had been interesting and fun, he had learnt a lot from Grace the side of pleasure and pain that he never knew existed, but it was all coming to an end. Maybe he should look for another Mistress, but there again what if he got another like Grace, no he thought better to leave well alone. Eventually Peter drifted off into a sleep, leaving all his worries until the morning.
Grace had been unable to sleep, she had tossed and turned, eventually she got up, throwing back the bed clothes grabbing her see-through negligee and draped it around her. Opening her bedroom door, she tiptoed down the passage way to Peter's room her ear to the door listening for signs of life but she heard not a sound. Tapping it lightly, she slowly turned the handle and crept into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Slipping the negligee off of her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, she snuck in beside Peter. Cuddling into Peter's back, which was so warm and soft Grace, put her arm around him kissing his back softly. Peter was still sleeping as he pushed her hand down towards his stiff hard erection. Giving it a few strokes , Peter brought his hand round to touch her wet pussy, fingering her clit making her moan with pleasure, her body giving small jerks, it was getting too much for her.
Peter rolled onto his back; Grace took advantage of him and climbed on top of him, lowering herself on his stiff hard cock. God how she loved it as he entered her, slowly she moved up and down. She wanted him so badly and the quicker she moved the wetter she became. Still asleep Peter's hands came up to touch her breasts, he kneaded them and then he touched her hard sensitive nipples, she want to cry out but couldn't incase she woke him up, rolling the nipples between his fingers made her orgasm, now his cock was sopping wet. She continued moving up and down on him, wishing he would cum, he grabbed her and pulled her down on him, sensually kissing her lips like he had never done before, she found herself responding so he does want me she thought, he responded by thrusting his cock in her and she came down to meet him, he was thrusting harder and harder until eventually he jerked and went into spasms as came inside her. Exhausted she put a finger to his lips and quietly said,'shhhhhhhhh, sleep now', but before going she went down and sucked his now deflated cock and suck the juices off of it. Once she had composed herself she slipped back out of the bed, she had wanted to stay, but thought better of it, crept across to the door opened it and closed it behind her. Along the passage way she went until she got to her room door, opening it she walked and closed the door behind her, standing with her back to the door she could still feel her body tingling from Peter's touch, smiling to herself she walked to the bed and slipped in between the covers, falling fast asleep. In the morning when Grace awoke, she got out of bed and went for a shower, the smell of sweet sex still lingered about her pussy, and she couldn't believe what she had done a few hours earlier. Running the shower she soaped all her body. Letting the jets of water rinse the soap off, rubbing the soap in her hand she went down to her pussy and gave it a wash, she was washing away all she had of Peter, there would not be a trace of him left on or in her body. She stood there daydreaming, in a world of her own, the water falling all about her head and body, tears rolled down her cheeks as the thought of loosing him was all to much for her.
She heard her name being shouted, this brought her back to reality, it was Peter, and she hadn't heard him come into the room let a lone knock. He was holding her negligee, and he did not seem pleased. Did you come into my room last night? Was it you that I felt in my bed?' he said I thought you were going to give me time to think, and instead you take advantage of me, you leave me no alternative but to leave.' Grace stared in disbelief, what had she done, she thought he wanted her by the response she had been given in bed, but it seemed that was not the case. Please Peter' she cried don't leave me; I'm sorry what more can I say' Peter about turned and returned to his room to finish off dressing. He was fuming, the fact that she had agreed to let him have time to think then take advantage of him, no this was not happening again. Putting on his jacket he walked out of the bedroom along the passageway to the outside door. Turning the handle he looked back...
By this time Grace was out of the shower, her robe tied tightly around her, she ran out into the passage way to see Peter turning the handle of the door, `Please don't go' she cried, as Peter walked out the door closing it behind him, but it was too late he had gone.
Sitting in her chair drying her eyes, the phone rang, trying to compose herself, it rang a few more times...
Brr brr brr brr the telephone receiver was picked up "Mz Grace speaking, how may I help you?"
Now there would be someone new to train but no-one like Peter...
The End.
This was my first every story I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as did writing it. If you have any comments, or any ideas for another story please don't hesitate to get in touch, you can contact me at witchypoo662001@yahoo.com . Thank you for you time.
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Christine