CHAPTER SEVEN
Daniela spent her morning hours doing her upstairs cleaning naked, learning to accept the nakedness as a sign of humility. The hours without clothes drove her deep into herself, deeply into s****l feelings she never recalled having before. She’d be ravenous for s*x by lunch, and every lunch hour, she’d get off on her hands, longing for more than her hands. She knew that her physical desire could not be satisfied without the intervention of a man.
But the only man likely to take her as she wanted to be taken – Miles Covington Hitchcock – was still a mystery to his new maid. Daniela knew he snuck peeks at her while she was doing her morning chores sans clothes. His eyes made her body fire’s simmer, her need swell. She half wished he’d just use her. Forget whatever preliminar
