Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica)

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A VIRGIN'S LESSONS AND A PREGNANT
CONFESSION!

Shy young Lori wasted her teen years
avoiding risks, especially the sexy kind. When she lands a nanny
job with the wildly successful and intimidating CEO, Michael
Oliver, caring for his precocious son is the least of her
worries.

When Michael catches Lori opening a package
that was never meant for her, all his dark secrets come tumbling
out. The virgin knows practically nothing about sex, let alone the
hardcore implements and dominant desires that keep the CEO sane
outside the office.

Michael hasn't ever seen a sweet young woman
so ripe and ready to be bound and plucked by his lusts. He'll teach
submission and own her virginity – but only if Lori casts shyness
aside and admits her aching desire to be flooded with his potent
seed...

Warning: This story features hard babysitter
breeding sex, BDSM, virgin submission, and explicit language.

Word Count: 13,000+ words.

I never understood kinky until I began to
work for Michael Oliver. A man's passions run deep and wild, or so
I'd heard.

But to me, it was all just hearsay. My
girlfriends never tittered about anything more taboo than pleasing
their dates with their hands and mouths. And it wasn't like I had
any first hand experience to set me straight...

I graduated High School without so much as
kissing a boy. My Mom, a trading analyst at Oliver Holdings, taught
me that a girl should stay busy and keep her passions under wraps
if she wants to succeed in this world.

I should've applied her advice. My first
summer out of school as an adult, and I had no prospects, romantic
or job wise. If there really were benefits to saving my energy for
better things, I hadn't seen any yet.

“
Now, I know you want to
lounge around and enjoy your last summer as a girl, Lori. But the
sooner you start work, the better.”

“
Does it really have to be
with him?” I asked, sitting on the sofa and nervously wringing my
hands.

Really, asking the question was nothing but
a formality. She had free reign over my life – as usual.

I'd never known a father. The subject hadn't
come up since I was a young teen, when Mom implied she'd mated like
an animal with an anonymous man, a business-like tryst as efficient
and uncomplicated as the rest of her life.

I didn't ask about it again. Even so, going
through life without an older man to look up to only made me fear
them. And Mr. Oliver's complimented fear like peanut butter did
chocolate.

I'd met him at the company Christmas parties
she dragged me to as soon as I turned twelve. The owner towered
above all the other men, cut like a Titan, eyes of cold command
never stopping to blink during the holiday cheer.

“
Oh, come now. Don't tell
me you're afraid of him? We all keep our distance from Mr. Oliver
because he prefers it that way. He's really quite nice to his
closest employees. And he's such a busy man – you probably won't
see much of him at all.”

“
But Mom...living in a
stranger's house?”

She turned, tapping her sleek black heel in
irritation. “Didn't your teachers ever tell you to get outside your
comfort zone, Lori? I know I have. And besides, Mr. Oliver is no
stranger. He's seen you every year at the Christmas party, plus
those times you showed up at the office on your bike.”

She took a step closer. “He trusts me enough
to tell me about his son. No one else knows. And he's placing
enough faith in you to take care of him. You should be flattered,
just as I am.”

I looked at the floor. A long time ago, I
always hoped my cowardice would fade with age. But it hadn't.

There I was, eighteen and just as afraid of
upsetting my environment as ever. Mom's dark eyes shined on me like
dim suns, forceful and interrogating.

“
Okay,” I said, lifting my
face. “For you, I'll do it.”

A faint smile lined her thin lips. “Don't do
this for me, honey. Do it for yourself. Use my networking to build
some good experience and make some money. You've got youth and time
on your side. That's a lot more than the rest of us have.”

I watched her walk down the long corridor to
her bedroom. She'd just survived another maddening day crunching
numbers and riding graphs.

Debate wouldn't be tolerated. Not when she
wanted nothing more than to lay down with a glass of wine, kick off
her high end heels, and pass out until morning, when everything
started all over again.

At least I've always been good with
children. Maybe I'll adjust, forget he's even there keeping watch
over me, and just do my job.

Mom always said to forge on, without letting
the little details and emotions get in the way.

I smoothed my dress, feeling goosebumps
creep up my flesh. Most of my friends were preparing to head off to
college since we'd left High School.

They'd make new friends in dorms and have
crazy adventures. I wondered what had happened to make me so
different.

Why was I so broken? And for no good
reason?

Once again, I imagined Mr. Oliver's massive
house, alone like a castle on prime lake shore. He lived there with
his two year old son, and nobody but a few aides for company.

Suddenly, I wished I were going away to a
dorm too. Moving across town to become this strange man's live in
babysitter filled me with a dread worse than embarking halfway
around the world.

“
You have the keys, the
eating recommendations, and all the latest information from Flynn's
pediatrician. Is there anything else you'll need to do your job
well, Miss Koffay?”

I looked him up and down, my eyes losing
themselves in his perfectly tailored gray suit. So, this was his
armor, the uniform he donned before confronting the world,
commanding legions of underlings like a skilled general.

And doesn't he look handsome in it?

I banished the thought, trying not to blush.
I took one last sip of the tangerine juice from the crystal glass
he'd given me.

“
I think that's
everything. Mr. Oliver. And please, you can call me
Lori.”

“
Of course. Miss Koffay is
more appropriate for your mother.” He drank the last of his coffee
from the thick ceramic mug in his hands and smiled. “I'm sure your
work will be just as impeccable as hers. She's been my best analyst
for ten years strong.”

Funny, but you didn't say whether or not the
first name basis goes both ways.

I shook my head, unsure why I expected it.
Though friendly, Mr. Oliver was nothing but my employer, and a man
of much greater importance than I'd ever be.

“
I'll do my best,” I said.
The words weren't hard to force out.

Anything less wasn't an
option. I
had
to
meet his expectations.

If only looking at him weren't so damned
distracting! I wanted to wither and melt at his smile.

I couldn't imagine surviving if his hard
faced fixed on me with disapproval.

“
Well, then. I'll leave
you to get acquainted with my son. I trust you'll examine Tess'
notes and copy them as best you can. She did a wonderful job, and
it was a shame to accept her resignation. There's no delaying acute
arthritis, I'm afraid.”

I studied his face closely. Beneath the
stony lines of strength around his eyes, I thought I saw...real
regret?

I nodded, strangely energized. The old
nanny's little notebook was all I had to go on for pleasing this
kid. And if he was anything like his father, I imagined it would
take a lot to keep him entertained and happy.

“
Good. We'll talk more
later. Don't expect me home until well after midnight. Assuming my
son is well taken care of, you can go to sleep anytime you wish,
and wake as late as you want. I'll be staying at the office late
and rising early, as usual.”

I whispered a goodbye as he walked beneath
the neat arch connecting the kitchen to the rest of the house. His
expensive silver Lexus purred as it left the garage, signaling me
to get on with it.

I walked quickly to the nursery, summoning
all my focus and putting up my guard. But after the first few
hours, I began to relax.

I smiled, helping the boy clean up after
every wooden tower he built with his blocks became too unstable and
went crashing to the ground.

Later, we switched from toys to a learning
game on the tablet Mr. Oliver had left me. I got it ready and sat
in the corner as Flynn played with the talking dog on the screen.
The blue canine barked a happy tune every time the boy correctly
identified his numbers.

I should've been paying attention, but my
mind wandered. I hadn't been up so early since dance practice, way
back in the autumn of my Senior year.

Maybe it was the strange environment I'd
been thrown into, but I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. I
thought about my conversation with Mr. Oliver.

In the safety of my own memory, I explored
him. Who was he, really? And why did I want to know so badly?

This giant house, the tiny boy, and the high
powered career invited so many questions.

What happened to your mother, little Flynn?
Are you a product of loveless baby making just like me?

The boy giggled at something on his screen.
I smiled softly, wondering if we had something in common.

My mind wandered back to what might've
happened this morning if I were a thousand times braver.

If I were a different girl, like my mother
on steroids, I would've worn something lower on my chest and higher
on my legs. I would've stood close to Mr. Oliver as he laid out his
expectations, perhaps leaning in to graze his collar with my long,
painted nails.

And then you would've been promptly
fired!

I shook my head, forcing away the fantasy. I
straightened my skirt, unsettled by the brutal heat throbbing
between my thighs.

It didn't help as I spent the rest of the
day caring for Flynn. The more time we spent together, the more I
realized what a beautiful child Mr. Oliver had created. It couldn't
have all been the unknown mother.

The kid had his bright eyes, his jawline,
and an intense concentration vibrant enough to carry the whole
world. Mr. Oliver had given his son the greatest gift of all –
superior genes – the kind of hard coding that made a person
destined for excellence the moment they left the womb.

God, whatever the terms of Flynn's creation,
this had to be a lucky woman. Anyone would kill to have babies like
this with a man like him.

My tongue circled the outside of my lips
slowly as I prepared Flynn's dinner. The child gave me a welcome
distraction when I carried it down to him – my first real
difficulty as he struggled with his vitamins.

After several refusals, I sighed. Doctor's
orders. Lucky me.

“
No, no! Yucky!” The boy
shook his head vigorously every time I moved the cartoon character
shaped pills up to his lips.

“
Chew them quick, and take
a big sip of water and swallow. Just like this.”

The boy stared up at me as I took one of the
extras I'd brought into my palm. I popped it into my mouth and
chewed, washing it down with a huge gulp from my water bottle.

Bleh! He wasn't kidding. These things do
taste disgusting.

“
Come on, young man. You
want to grow up looking just like your Daddy, don't you? You're
already stronger than me. Surely, you can do what I just
did?”

I held my breath, hoping it would work.
Flynn's face went blank. After a few seconds, he furrowed his small
brow and picked up the baby blue pill.