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

  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.

  “Because you're the one who found it, who found this.” He pointed to the naughty object on the counter, and then turned his finger back on his chest. “You, Lori, have seen a side of me no one else has. And now, I wan
t to see a lot more of you.”

  “What?” My voice broke, shrill and terrified.

  Before I could say anything else, he stepped forward, closing the gap between us and hugging me tight to his powerful chest. His lips were on mine, shooting a sharp current through my virgin flesh.

  Oh. Oh, God. My very first kiss is really happening!

  Just. Like. This.

  My muscles hardened and relaxed, introducing me to the sweet pulse sparked by men and women in close contact. Wetness pooled at my center, a heat that throbbed like a high fever.

  I sweated, flushed, and trembled in his arms.

  But Mr. Oliver didn't care. He handled me with a veteran's grace, running his hands smoothly down my back as his lips explored mine, roaming beneath my skirt until he found my bare thighs.

  I gasped into his mouth as his hands moved up. He cupped my ass through the simple black panties I wore and squeezed.

  My heart practically exploded. But it kept itself together, livid with desire, happily throwing me into a lifelong addiction to heat and sweat and masculine hardness.

  Hardness.

  He kissed me, growling as he pulled me closer. His tongue pushed into my mouth, licking its way past my lips, searching for a partner to mingle.

  My eyes opened wide. Moaning, I went slack in his grip, folding in to the pleasurable heat coursing through me, surrendering myself to this Dracula I'd caught in the moonlight.

  Mr. Oliver poured his fire into me. He picked me up by the rear, pushed me forward to the kitchen counter, and devoured my lips again.

  I closed my eyes, bathing them in the heat that crept into my eyelids. He forced me to keep up with his long, unbreakable kiss and dancing tongue until we were breathless.

  When he broke away, I turned my face up, starving for oxygen. I sucked in huge breaths, and noticed the palsy of desire in my hands, still lingering lightly on his arms.

  “Very nice,” he said, licking his lips clean. “You perform beautifully. It's like you've never been kissed by a man at all, and now you're ready to make up for lost time.”

  His face twisted in a hungry grin. I looked down, amazed that he spoke so uncertainly, as if it weren't obvious I was just a virgin.

  Jesus! He really doesn't know. And maybe – just maybe – what he doesn't know won't hurt him...

  “I'll tell you what.” He paused, retrieving the slim hornet colored paper beneath the handcuffs. “If you'll indulge your curiosity, I won't have any reason to visit this place.”

  My ears sizzled as the sound of tearing paper echoed through the kitchen. He quickly stepped over to the steel garbage can, popped the lit, and threw the pieces in.

  “You can't tell me you didn't like it, just like you can't hide the way you eye these handcuffs, the same way you eye me. Come on, Lori.”

  “Are you really asking me for...” I trailed off. I'd tested my limits many times that afternoon, but saying 'sex' to his face was one test too far.

  “I am. Do yourself a solid and indulge your young desires, and mine. I promise you won't regret it. I want you, little Lori, whenever you're finished with your duties. And today, I want you earlier than that.”

  He pushed his way toward me again. I practically threw myself at him, leaning into his embrace, meeting his lips halfway and purring as he raked his tongue across my lips.

  The cauldron in my center became an active foundry. Melting down from the bottom up, I spread my hands around his back, scratching his fine fabric as we kissed and sucked.

  When he couldn't stand it anymore, he lifted me high. I relaxed in his arms, letting him take me downstairs, past the guestroom where I slept and the beyond the small nursery where Flynn napped.

  “This is a special guestroom I've never invited anyone into. The desire was there, but it was never the right time. Not until now.” Keys jingled lightly in his hands.

  He shoved them toward me. “Here. You do the honors.”

  I took the big shiny key and pressed it into the lock. One turn, and I heard something pop. I slid it back and handed the bundle to him.

  Mr. Oliver's hand reached for the doorknob and he pushed it open. We stayed quiet for Flynn's sake and slipped inside. He carried me over the threshold, stopping to kick the door closed behind him, bathing us in darkness.

  When the light turned on, I jumped in his arms. We stared at the most beautiful antique bed I'd ever seen, shrouded in dull burgundy amid the gray walls.

  And I was alone with this handsome man, with nothing but handcuffs and passion to keep us company.

  II: Pleasurable Confessions

  “Lay down, little Lori. Get comfortable. As long as you do exactly what I say, you'll be just fine.” He laid me in the middle of the bed and climbed near my head on his knees.

  Cold metal wound its way around my wrists. Nervously, I let him pull my arms toward the posts at the center of the headboard. The chain found its nook in the wood and held me tight, even when he let my wrists go.

  “There. Now, spread your legs. I've been thinking all about what's underneath this flimsy skirt...”

  Time seemed to stop. Predictably, I flushed, but I couldn't disobey. It was much too late for that.

  By the time I did as he asked, he was already between my legs, hiking my skirt up to my waist and cupping my wet mound beneath my panties. I whimpered.

  Everything was coming fast, so furiously without any break. My first kiss had only happened moments before, and now this!

  Without stopping, he shoved aside my thin cotton and touched me, running his rigid fingers up and down my folds. I gushed against his skin, biting my lip.

  “How strange it must be to have another person's hand here.” His voice oozed delight. I squirmed against his fingers, my voice catching in raspy satisfaction every time he circled my clit.

  “Or is it? How many men have had the pleasure of exploring your flesh, little Lori?”

  I bit my lip. Pleasure exploded deep inside my brain, a pulsar shuddering faster with every turn, pushing me closer to my ultimate release.

  Oh! How can I even answer these questions? Enjoying his hands down there is no time for an inquisition...

  All of a sudden, his quickening strokes came to a dead stop. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

  “What?”

  “Answer me. I want to hear the truth from the beautiful girl I'm about to fuck.” Cold command filled his voice. “How many men have enjoyed your flesh?”

  His look chilled me beneath the lust. Immediately, heat rushed back, making it damnably hard to answer.

  But I had to tell him the truth, no matter how embarrassing. Just then, I'd do anything for him to finish what he'd started.

  “None, Mr. Oliver. You're the first.” My voice went low.

  His eyes brightened with surprise. A wicked smile split his lips, showing me his perfect teeth, set in his mouth like ivory.

  “Incredible. I've never had a virgin before.” He shifted, rolling on top of me. His hips pushed forward, and my legs jerked as I felt a hard ridge beneath his pants.

  “Oh, little Lori. You've come to the right place to learn all about what your sweet body can do. I'll have you graduated to advanced lessons in no time.”

  Thin stubble raked against my neck as he lowered his face. He licked, sucked, and nibbled along my shoulder, shoving down my top until it revealed the very edge of my nipple.

  My hands popped. I pulled hard on the handcuffs, but they didn't budge.

  My pink, hard tip went into his mouth. Prisoner to his tongue, he circled it with the same artistic precision he'd shown between my legs, trapping me with just the right pressure to maximize my joy.

  I whimpered. One of his hands began to plump my opposite breast, squeezing rhythmically in time to his tongue, and the other dove straight up my thighs.

  He covered me like an avalanche. Sucking and licking, he suffocated me in my own ecstasy, eclipsing my small body in his masculine shadow.

  Even without running my hands on him, I
sensed his strength like never before. My clit hummed along his fingers, frying in the slick heat encircling it.

  “Come for me, my precious virgin. I'll bet you've never enjoyed pleasure like this.” He rubbed faster, tensing the ridge of his palm along my swollen petals. “Isn't that the truth? Don't make me stop again. Answer me!”

  “Yes!” I arched my back, struggling to breathe.

  I flushed, too taken by lust to feel more shame. The impending release had driven it out of me, an exorcism rite delivered by pure pleasure.

  “I'm so glad. But not as glad as you're going to be, little Lori. Right...about...now.”

  I didn't know how he did it, but he did. My face contorted and the fireball that had been building for the last few minutes burst at my center.

  The heatwave washed over me, swift and honey sweet. I came, twisting my face up to the wooden canopy above and screaming for all I was worth.

  A few seconds in, his free hand covered my lips. Smiling, he uttered a long shhhhh.

  Being restrained like this did the unthinkable. I came harder still, thrashing against his fingertips, thrusting my hips at him so hard I secretly hoped they would slip inside me and pierce my virgin opening.

  He nuzzled my neck, showering me in a new tongue bath. My eyes bulged beneath his tight pressed hand.

  It was the strangest contrast in my life. I'd never had anything so devilishly sweet wracking my body, but at the same time, I'd never wanted anything more.

  I wanted Mr. Oliver to ravage me. I wanted him to fuck me as deep and hard as his mouth and fingers. I wanted him to brand me red with his palms, and then mark me from the inside out with his hot magma, his foundry seed.

  His seed. Oh, fuck!

  My lips went wild against his palm. Orgasm went into overdrive. Obscenities blistered up inside me and burst against his flesh, unheard, things I wouldn't dare say in my Mom's house or even to my worst enemies.

  One last gasp and I was done. Finally.

  I collapsed against him and he let me fall. His hands went to each side of my head and he stared at me, amusement swaying in his eyes.