Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica) (5 page)

My mouth dropped. I wanted to call him,
thank him, and ask the dozen questions spinning in my brain.

But I didn't dare use the phone. He'd made
it known in no uncertain terms that the number he left was only
meant for emergencies.

There was nothing to do but wait. At least
this time, it wouldn't be in darkness and doubt. I scrounged an
unused vase from the utility closet and placed the roses in water.
They brightened up my Spartan guestroom, the same way they turned
everything sweetly red with anticipation.

“
Is it really you?” I
asked, shaking the sleepers out of my eyes.

My heart was pounding. A heavy body rested
against mine, its hardness protruding along my ass, a strong
calloused hand pressing familiarly over my lips.

“
Don't speak again until
I've got you naked and upstairs. Come with me, little
Lori.”

Shaking, I let him pull me up from the
covers. Mr. Oliver kissed me hard. I hadn't tasted his lips for
nearly two full weeks, but it felt like a whole century had
passed.

I snaked up into his arms, my hunger growing
with every kiss. My inner pilot light kicked on, blazing its pent
up energy in the darkness.

His lips taste physically sweet. Or is that
just the honey running in my veins, the way my mouth waters
whenever I inhale his musk and cologne?

I leaned in when he broke his latest kiss,
breathing deep. God, he smelled even better than before, as if he'd
been steeped in incense and manly rigors before returning to
me.

My hands hooked below his armpits and
wrapped around his back. I pulled him close, spreading my fingers
near his spine, nails plucking at the neat gray jacket separating
me from his immaculate flesh.

“
I'm ready, sir. Let's
go.”

His lips curled – a mask of hungry
expectations. His big hands teased my neck, working their way to
the string holding the gown tight to my body.

He untied it quickly and let it fall to the
floor. In nothing but my panties, he stopped, sampling my young
beauty before thrusting me into his grip.

He held me close to his chest as we exited
my room and ferried upstairs. We didn't turn toward that other
guestroom down the hall, the same place he'd always taken me when
we didn't do it right in my room.

Oh, is this really it? Is he going to allow
me the privilege of fucking him in his own bedroom?

Heart pounding, I basked in full
wakefulness. No, more than that.

I surrendered my body to lust, the only
proper owner besides him. Sharp hormones needled my blood, making
me sweat and quiver.

Desire, once released, moves like an
inferno. And now it spiraled deep into my bones.

“
Is this really your room,
Mr. Oliver?” I had to hear it from his lips.

The dark chamber he carried me into smelled
like him, but amplified. Smoky, masculine, and just a little bit
sweet.

“
Call me Michael. Or Sir.”
His lips quirked up as he stared into my eyes, starry lights
dancing in the darkness. “The choice is yours. But coming into my
bed isn't. You've earned your way here, little Lori.”

I wondered if it were possible to blush from
the inside out. My stomach did a barrel roll, exhilarated and
excited all at once, but mostly churning with stark desire.

His bed upstairs wasn't much different from
the one in the guestroom. It was a huge frame built from oak and
mahogany, its generous posts towering above us.

He laid me down on the plush mattress, and
he sat next to me, pulling the dark curtains closed around us.

Mr. Oliver – Michael! – reached up, tapping
a small bubble fixed to the canopy overhead. Blue luminescence
filled the blackness between us. It painted him in light navy rays
that wavered, as if we were underwater, or else in heaven, seeking
ourselves in the lowest depths.

“
Tonight's your greatest
test, Lori. If you pass, then anything can happen. And I really do
mean
anything.
”
He paused, letting the heaviness of his promise settle on my
shoulders.

“
Lay back. Let's get you
ready in your rightful place. Ready for your sweet
destiny...”

I heard a jingle behind him. I didn't even
need to see them to know it was the handcuffs.

He retrieved them from his back pocket,
stretching the aqua-caressed silver in his hands. I smiled as the
coolness embraced my wrists, kisses of ice to soothe the lava flow
flowing deep inside me.

That night, fixing my bound hands behind the
post wasn't enough for him. He reached behind him again, and spread
a large black flap in his hands.

“
For your eyes,” he
explained. “I want you to trust me. Fully. The flowers showed you
that I'm not going to abandon you. You're always in my
thoughts.”

“
I loved them,” I moaned.
“I have to tell you, Michael, that I've always been a little
claustrophobic. Not to mention a little bit afraid of the
dark...”

Michael.
His given name rolled tastefully on my
tongue.

“
Give it a chance, little
Lori. Once we get going, you won't even know it's there. The best
kind of sensations are the ones that come as a total surprise, and
I know how wonderfully responsive you are. When my hands, my mouth,
and all the other parts you're craving hit your skin, you'll be
begging for them to stay there forever.”

I nodded slowly. The metal around my wrists
gradually warmed with my body heat. It comforted me as he bound the
thick black blindfold across my eyes.

Total darkness. Somehow, the blindness
accented the quick, loud whoosh of my own breathing.

I listened to fabric rippling around me in
the darkness, soft and fast as hummingbird wings. I imagined him
pulling off his neat business clothes, piece by piece, exposing the
morsels of hard flesh I wanted to worship forever.

I jumped when a ticklish sensation started
on my thighs. That sneaky Adonis!

He'd shifted his weight on the bed without
me knowing, and now he was between my legs, kisses and licks
beginning above my knees. He went all the way up my right leg, slow
and hot, stamping my flesh in even paces.

Just when I expected him to turn and push
his mouth to my slit, he stopped. I grinned in happy agony as he
turned to my other leg, picking up where he'd started on the first,
kissing and licking his way upward.

“
Please! I can't stand
being teased!” My voice sounded whiny, pathetic, desperate for
fulfillment.

“
You'll stand it, Lori,
the same way you take my angry tongue against your clit. Don't you
want to feel it harder, stronger, and hotter than
before?”

Stronger?

Behind the blindfold, my eyes widened. I
gasped as he pressed one finger to my virgin slit.

For an instant, I thought it was his
erection, but he wouldn't take me yet. He wanted me good and wet,
tender and open, slavish and salivating for his rock hard
perfection.

My lower lips swelled,
oozing against his hands. He ran his finger up and down each side
of my labia in small strokes, stopping just before he entered
me.

I never knew how long the sweet torture went
on, but it felt like hours. My lower lips were still tingling and
echoing with my heartbeat when the finger strokes stopped.

I began to count, wondering what he'd
planned in the darkness. An involuntary whimper escaped my
lips.

Then I felt his lips, and I cried out twice
as loud.

His tongue dove into me, looping across my
virgin landscape, polishing each layer of my folds like a beloved
artifact. I shifted my legs against his face and he turned his
head, raking my thigh with the faint stubble on his chin.

The new angle exposed my clit. He dove,
pulling it deep into his mouth, wedging it tight with his
teeth.

Trapped in ecstasy, I didn't dare make a
drastic move.

I could only lay there as his broad tongue
swept against my nub again and again, predictable as a rising tide
and just as strong.

Intense electricity snaked through my veins,
lighting up my nerves like Christmas lights. My muscles convulsed
in my lower half, a preview of the climax to come.

My labored breathing kept coming as he
brushed my flesh. His hands reached up and plucked at my
nipples.

I bucked my hips and fell back into the
mattress, simultaneously tense and exhausted. Every inch of me
howled for release.

But it didn't come.

The pleasure stopped without expectation.
His hands rolled to my sides, and his mouth withdrew.

Before I could work up the energy to ask
what had happened, one hand slid below my belly, achingly slow. He
poised a single stiff finger atop my clit and stopped.

“
Tell me your deepest
fantasy,” he said, his voice low and severe. “Good girls who tell
the truth get to come. Bad little girls who lie or let their
shyness carry them away don't.”

“
No, sir. No, Michael,” I
moaned. His finger moved slightly – almost imperceptibly – and I
sucked in a harsh breath.

He was breaking me apart with pleasure,
inducting me into submission's full sweetness. There, in the fiery
red field the blindfold had become, he stripped me to nothing.

Exposed, naked, unable to hide anything. I'd
been revealed.

“
Go on,” he said again,
this time more softly. “We can finish this whenever you're ready.
You're in control now. Not me.”

“
No, no, no! I – I can't!”
My face flushed a deeper shade of red, and I felt misty droplets of
spittle fly out and land on my throat. “I can't do this. Please,
please let me come!”

His finger twitched again. I bucked my hips,
pushing against his hand, ready to hump him if I could to end this
torture. But he moved back, lightening his touch, without fully
removing his fingertip from my fire filled bead.

A brutal pulse twisted through me, cyclic as
a full body headache. My muscles twitched once, screaming for
release.

I fought for breath, fought to stay
conscious, fought to survive the prison chains angry lust wrapped
around me. I fought not to like it, and failed.

“
I want...a baby,” I
moaned.

Before I could regret my words, he rewarded
me with a single stroke along my clit. My face flushed hot, and I
saw dim red flicker to orange on the blindfold's dark
landscape.

“
My baby? You want me to
hold you down, fuck you hard, and pump my seed deep inside you?” I
sensed him smiling as he spoke, slow and sultry as all hell.
“Finally, we're getting some candid words out of you. Tell me more,
little Lori.”

His thumb reached near his forefinger. He
was pinching my clit, deepening his pressure as my hips bobbed
against his hand. My tongue slipped out and circled my lips,
heightening the gnawing urge.

“
Your son, he's...so
fucking beautiful.” I gasped. My clit swelled against his fingers,
almost to bursting. “I want a beautiful baby too. I want yours,
Michael. I want to be mixed up with you forever.”

“
Lucky for you I'm in the
market for another child. Another beautiful piece of myself, and so
much more.” I moaned louder as his fingers clenched along my
nub.

He drew close to me, only inches from my
ear, before he spoke again. “I'm in the market for a mistress, a
mother, a nanny, and a submissive. Think you can fill all those
rolls?”

“
Just as long as you stop
this torture and fill me!” I shouted the last few words.

He chuckled, low and sexy – his way of
showing surprise at my surge of energy?

I didn't care, just as long as it worked. If
I didn't come soon, I'd slip into a coma, or else I'd have to be
committed with old fashioned hysteria.

I listened as the last of his clothes
rustled away, shed like a serpent's skin. The next heat I felt was
much wider than a fingertip, grazing both my thighs. They
automatically tightened against his body.

Oh, God! Here it comes...

“
I've never seen anyone so
wet before,” he whispered. “It's going to feel amazing. And now
that I've got you primed, you'll barely feel a thing when I push my
way deep inside you. Nothing except pure pleasure.”

I swallowed. Hard.

My heartbeat picked up, like a big bass drum
beating in my center, sending its shocks to distant nerves. His
words held total conviction.

“
Are you ready,
Lori?”

“
Yes!” I hissed through my
teeth, and kept them taut on my bottom lip.

The bedsprings below us creaked, my only
warning as he moved his hard, thick cock closer to my virgin slit.
The heat of his big head resting against it hit me like
lightning.

There was a flash, fire raging, and then a
tornado of pure energy ripped up my center. Finally, he'd
penetrated my silk, and he wasn't stopping.

His breath became a dull grunt. When he
reached the edge of my womb, he held himself there, bathing himself
in my slick juices, testing our flesh for optimum touch.

“
Holy fuck. So tight!” He
paused, breathing heavily, replenishing the energy I'd sucked out
of him. “Hold on, Lori. I'm going to stretch your precious cunt
apart and enjoy every filthy second.”

He began to move. For several seconds, it
was faint, ghostly even. His violent invasion had numbed my virgin
nerves.

But they weren't overloaded for long. I
lifted my legs, wrapping them around his hips, sliding my ankles up
to rest just below his chiseled ass.

I wondered why it hadn't hurt. I'd heard
endless stories about how much a girl's first time had blood and
pain and frightening aftershocks.