Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica) (2 page)

I bottled my laughter as his face squirmed
with disgust. He sucked the water from his cup – too fast! I ran my
hand across his back as he coughed, cleaning up the excess that
sputtered out his mouth.

“
Good boy! I'm going to
tell your father later. He'll be so proud.”

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief. The
rest of the dinner went smoothly, and then I read quietly from my
Kindle as Flynn played with his army men.

It was later than I thought, and I must've
been much more tired than expected. I woke up, slumped in my chair,
as the grandfather clock upstairs chimed midnight.

Flynn had collapsed on the plush rug,
snoozing softly. I leaped up and carefully lifted him into my arms.
We made it to his room without waking, where I tucked him into
bed.

I wished I could've stayed asleep as easily
as the boy. I undressed and laid in the guestroom uneasily, staring
at the Spartan walls and debriefing myself after the first full day
as Mr. Oliver's babysitter.

Had I done a good job? Yes.

Had it gone more smoothly than expected?
Certainly.

Had I asked for such intrusive fantasies
about a much older employer? Hell no!

Mr. Oliver's firm body rippled in my mind
one last time as sleep fogged my brain. At some point, I rolled
over, toward the thin crack of dim light shining through my
door.

I'd forgotten to close it. I didn't know if
I were half-dreaming or vaguely awake, but I saw a suited
silhouette creep into the room across the hall, stop over Flynn's
bed, and gently kiss him on the forehead.

Then, the same figure exited, closing the
door behind him. He paused in the hall, arms folded, and turned to
my room.

I dreamed – saw? – Mr. Oliver standing in
the pale yellow light, his strong figure framed in blackness,
except for the hungry embers flaring in his eyes.

He was true to his word about being busy.
Aside from the dull roar of the Lexus in my dreams, I never caught
up with him even once.

His work schedule proved more than
demanding. It was downright slavish, all driven by his unstoppable
commitment to the company he'd founded.

Christ. When does this man ever unwind? Does
poor Flynn even know his father?

I wondered. He hadn't knocked off early on
the weekends either.

Now, it was Tuesday morning, and I'd just
finished talking to my mother on the phone as I ate my
breakfast.

I was lounging near his barren fireplace
shortly after Flynn went down for a nap. The doorbell rang
unexpectedly.

I jumped up, heart pounding. Mr. Oliver
hadn't given me any guidelines for dealing with unexpected
guests.

The idea that someone else might show up
hadn't entered into my head. My brain ran through a carousel of
possibilities as I crept slowly toward the main door, ready to
sweep aside the blinds.

A thief? An old enemy from the corporate
world coming back for revenge? A little girl selling cookies?

Everything relaxed the instant I looked
through the small glass pane. A tanned man in a gray jumpsuit stood
on the porch.

I flung open the door and he held out a
neatly wrapped package. The man departed as soon as I put my curly
signature on his little device.

“
Thank God.” I wanted to
smack myself for being so stupid and jumpy.

A couple days ago, Mr. Oliver had left a
note about a new toy coming for Flynn. Some kind of special ball
that played music and did math while you rolled it around the room.
Guess he was intent on getting his son ready for multi-tasking
early.

It couldn't have come at a better time.
Every child loves a new toy, and armed with this, my afternoon
would be a breeze.

He might even take his vitamins without
protest if I offered them before handing over the ball...

I placed the package on the kitchen counter
and grabbed a large knife. Slicing through the paper revealed a
neat box. One cut, and it was open.

Hm. Seems a little small to hold a ball.
Unless this thing is a lot more tiny than it seems...

An object fell out, clattering so loud on
the counter it echoed through the entire kitchen. My heart leaped
into my throat and pounded.

It took me a full minute to recover, and
then I felt even more foolish.

Shit. It's not a toy at all...or is it?

I picked it up, feeling the cool steel in my
hands. It was a simple pair of shiny handcuffs, bound together by a
plastic tie. The silver loops shined in my hands as I twirled them
over, thinking they were a little too realistic and tough to be a
toy for Flynn.

When I held them up to the window, I saw it.
An engraving on the metal, not far from the chain, faint and
inscribed in some fancy stylized cursive.

With these handcuffs, you'll do as I
please...

A loopy heart was tacked onto the end. My
heart did another circuit and I almost dropped them, shaking as I
laid them onto the counter.

Several pieces of paper had fallen out
behind the handcuffs. I picked up the yellow and black slips –
brochures? – and turned them over to read.

Present this pass to security for expedited
VIP check-in. Enjoy the backrooms with our best girls! Remember,
they can't say no. Behind the curtain, ANYTHING goes.

I went white. My soft skin turned to snow in
the microwave's reflection.

Slowly, I saw the blindfolded face behind
the text, a naked girl covering her breasts with her arms and face
tipped up to an unseen master, teeth against her lip in terrible
agony – or was it rapture?

The next few minutes passed like a slow
moving nightmare.

I leaned against the sink on the other side,
struggling for breath. My stupid, mousy brain had officially been
fried.

My heart wouldn't stop pounding, flooding my
system with fierce adrenaline. Worst of all, that tingle I'd kept
under control for a few days resurfaced at my center, burning like
a small sun beneath my flesh.

The main door burst open. I heard his
briefcase clack on the wooden entryway as it met the floor, and
then footsteps coming toward me.

Even if I'd had time to put everything back
in its place, my nerves were too frayed to let me. Mr. Oliver found
me propped against the counter, staring into the sink with wide
eyes, two seconds away from a full on panic.

“
Oh my God! Lori, are you
okay?” He ran to me, pressing his rough hands against my
waist.

I later realized he was probably checking to
see if I'd choked on something. Just then, all I could do was fall
backward, tumbling into his chest and scuffing up his suit.

“
I'm so sorry, Mr. Oliver!
I thought the package was Flynn's toy, so I took it from the
delivery guy and cut it open and found this very, very personal
thing inside and – oh, God! – I swear I never meant to do anything,
just please –“

“
Enough!” His shout echoed
off the high ceiling. “Calm down, little girl. Let's start
over.”

His fingers moved skillfully against my
middle, turning me over, gradually bringing us face to face.
Beneath the hard mask, I saw concern and what looked like amusement
in his eyes.

Rather than putting me at
ease, it made me want to hyperventilate. I'd come across something
I was never intended to. Something kinky, wild, deeply
private...and now he knew that
I
knew
!

His face softened as he took in the scene
around me. Mr. Oliver's eyes swirled colorfully as he took in the
handcuffs brushed with my tiny fingerprints, and then the club pass
I'd dropped on the ground.

“
Oh, little Lori. This is
entirely my fault. I should've told you I was expecting
another
package. Flynn's
Brain Ball won't be here for a few more days...”

He stooped to pick up the papers I'd
dropped. I pressed my hand to the counter for support and watched
my fingertips go white as pressure dashed the crimson flush lining
my skin.

“
What is all
that?”

He looked at me as he stood up. I clammed
up, inches away from clapping my hand over my mouth, but it was too
late. The words were out.

“
You really want to know?”
He smiled, studying my beet red flush. The cyclic rise and fall of
his broad chest beneath the suit told me I wasn't the only one
surprised by this situation.

“
No! I'm sorry, sir. I'm
not sure what I was saying, I –“

“
Bullshit,” he said,
holding one hand up. “You found my dirty little secret, and you're
the only one in my life who ever has. Okay, little Lori. I'll tell
you.”

I shuddered. Just when the weakness had
washed away, it came roaring back. I slid one hand behind me and
pinched myself lightly on the side.

“
There's more to my life
than million dollar trades and conferences. Ever since Michelle
died, I've had no one but my son to pass the quiet hours. I love
Flynn very much, but he can't satisfy all my needs. Not by a long
shot. I need a special kind of company from a beautiful woman for
that.”

He stepped forward – dangerously close to
me. Our faces were just inches away, and I cowered beneath his
relentless gaze.

“
Michelle? Was she...your
wife?”

He nodded. His irises darkened, like wind
blowing out half a fire, the pain inside him taking over and
foaming to the surface.

“
I'm so sorry,” I said,
trying not to trip over my words. “Mom never said anything about
you being married or losing anyone.”

“
That's because she didn't
know. No one in the company knew. I didn't tell them when we dated,
married, or when she died in childbirth.” He turned away from me
and picked up the handcuffs. He fingered them as he paced toward
the window, slow and steady.

“
I'm a very private man,
Lori. I treat my joys and my sorrows as a world totally distinct
from business. My employees and associates only need to know about
my directives. They don't need to know about my family or what I
like to do in the bedroom.”

He paused and turned toward me. The smile
was back on his face. I watched as he let the loops formed by the
handcuffs slide down two fingers, where they stopped and twirled in
his circular movements.

“
I'm very careful who I
share my personal life with. You, I had to let in for obvious
reasons. But it looks like an innocent mistake has led you into a
room I never intended for you to open – at least not this
soon.”

Not this soon?

I swooned, and my vision blurred like I'd
been injected with some fuzzy anesthetic. He lunged forward,
breaking my fall.

The world steadied as he held me tight,
sliding his outstretched hands beneath me. He tilted his head,
probably amused at my frail and embarrassing antics. I couldn't
stop staring and letting inappropriate observations cloud my
mind.

He's really a beautiful man. It's not a word
men normally deserve, but he's the exception. He holds me tightly,
safely, comfortably...just like a much younger man would. Shame
he's old enough to be my own father.

“
You're not diabetic, are
you, Lori?”

“
No,” I said hoarsely. “I
just need some water. Please.”

He helped me up on my feet. I leaned against
the counter as he retrieved a glass and opened the
refrigerator.

He poured me a nice cool drink. Several sips
refreshed me, and I winced as my senses repaired themselves at
once.

“
I think you need more
than cold water, my lady. Don't tell me there isn't anything else
you'd like to ask me about my little package?”

I stared at him, stunned. To call him brash
would've been a gargantuan understatement – but why did I expect
anything less from a CEO who'd clawed his way to name recognition
on Wall Street?

“
This is what you do for
fun?” Perhaps my nerves had blown their fuses. I didn't weaken or
blush as I spoke the words, almost automatically.

“
It is. A woman's body is
like a fine instrument to me. I like them young, responsive, and
very willing to adopt the tools of pleasure.” He held out the
handcuffs in both hands and stretched them by the chain.

For some ungodly reason, I smiled. He closed
one eye, winking at me through the neat silver circle festooned
above his face.

“
You're very beautiful,
Lori. And my son seems extremely content with you. With Tess, the
little guy barely slept the night. I applaud you for surprising me.
It takes a lot to do that these days.”

“
Thank you, sir.” There
was that blush again.

He looked at the club pass on the counter,
and then at me, almost like he was trying to decide between two
choice entrees on a menu. The handcuffs clinked lightly as he sat
them on the counter, covering the papers.

“
You know, I was going to
go to this place in New York when I'm there next month. I was
looking forward to it. Until today.”

“
What's changed?” I asked
quietly.

“
Being unmasked like this.
You're the first girl to actually
see
my interest in this kind of
thing, without wanting to participate in it. All the others are
blindfolded when I dominate them. And as for Michelle...well, I
barely experimented until she left us. Her death was like an
earthquake that cut right to my core, upsetting everything and
releasing things that should've stayed buried.”

“
Mr. Oliver, why me? Why
tell me all this?” I closed my eyes, holding tight to my courage. I
had to know.