Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica) (6 page)

For me, there was just a faint tearing, a
tingling, a numbness – and when it changed, it shifted all at once.
It was like his erection was coated in some mad potion, rubbing
deep into my flesh.

My nerves lit up in one stroke, about his
tenth deep inside me. I clenched my fists tight in the handcuffs
and screamed.

A swarm of orgasmic fire hit my brain and
turned south, consuming me whole as he throttled into me.

I bellowed and panted like a crazy woman as
my flesh constricted around his unstopping thrusts. They only made
him fuck me harder.

He crashed through my sucking, my coming, my
gushing. He growled, craning his neck to bite my shoulder, one more
impulse I couldn't stand as my system melted down.

Everything stopped. The bright blindfold
across my eyes turned into blue, white, starry fires, distant and
streaking toward me every time my sex convulsed so
delightfully.

There was nothing around me anymore but
heavy breathing, shrieking springs, and the steady clap of his
powerful waves on my soft, feminine shores.

My fingers let go first. I hadn't realized
how deep the handcuffs cut into my hands as I yanked their chain,
but the sharp sensation helped me wake up.

Unlike all the other times I'd orgasmed in
my life, this brought no relief. Michael continued his assault,
faster and heavier than before, aggressively pushing through my
wavering walls, straight to my dark center.

I looked up, even though I
couldn't see him. Behind the blindfold, I imagined a predator's joy
painted on his face, the mask of conquest and ownership.

“
Fuck me, sir. Use me as
hard and rough as you want. Just as long as I get my
baby...”

He kissed my neck, right over the light bite
spot he'd left. He moved downward, sinking his teeth into the nook
below my neck, just above my cleavage.

New nerves lit up. My body jerked, crashing
up into his erection.

I impaled myself on him – anything to make
the fire just right. Anything for his seed.

My clit sparked. His thrusts quickened, and
his huge hands wrapped around my backside, lifting my hips. Now, he
was using me for his pleasure, just as I'd begged.

The idea, the reality, went off inside my
head like an exploding star. My muscles tensed, spasmed, and I
began coming all over again.

The second climax was even more intense than
the first. My body hadn't fully exhausted all the pent up energy
the first time.

If anything, the electric shock cut through
my nerves deeper, digging up fresh ecstasy as his thrusts mined me
for pleasure.

I came, savagely digging my heels into his
ass. His hands pinched my breasts as our bodies mirrored each other
in nirvana.

Even through my delicious spasms, I felt him
growing harder around my flesh. One last snarl burst out his lips,
and he plowed into me, wedging his ballooning tip on my cervix.

I knew he was about to come, but I had no
clue what I was in for.

Pure plasma flowed into me, hot bursts
erupting from his overheated cock. The thick, burning flow covered
my flesh, pouring out of him like hot candle wax.

I opened my mouth to scream again, but I
couldn't. My orgasm had kicked one level higher, and it was one
level too much to draw breath or speak.

Everything froze, swallowed in pleasure and
pulsing. A tempo ran through our connected bodies, perhaps the very
hum of the cosmos.

My hips lifted and my flesh quivered around
him. I consciously clenched, milking his spasming cock for seed,
wild to draw it inside me as deep as I could.

Soak me, sir. Pour your essence across my
valleys and let it enrich me. Let it bloom with our beautiful
baby.

My arms fell. A cold stillness worked its
way through my body. My hips went slack and I collapsed into the
mattress, alert to the sharp sound of air intake as my lungs woke
up.

He left himself anchored in me for a long
while. His big root and the ocean of seed he'd deposited went from
active fire to smoldering embers, adjusting to my body's
temperature.

Before he pulled out, he leaned down, kissed
me and rested his forehead on the blindfold. I smiled, happier than
I'd ever been – too happy and tired to speak.

“
Hold you thighs
together,” he whispered, pushing my limp legs together after he
crawled over my thighs.

Soon, the handcuffs and blindfold were taken
off. I didn't turn toward him, but he spooned me from behind,
enveloping me in those world spanning arms.

We slept. Freed of old burdens and stripped
of my virginity, nothing but sweet silence filled my head as his
seed worked its magic inside me.

It was the most peaceful sleep I'd ever
had.

He'd been gone for two weeks. I stared at
the silver Christmas tree all lined with wintery white lights, gold
chains, and silvery tinsel.

I craned my neck in a wide arc to see
everything. It reached high, all the way to his tall ceiling, and
fanned out across its corner in the living room, right next to the
fireplace.

Has it really been four months?

I turned slowly, eyeing Flynn as he sat on
the sofa, lazily tapping memory game icons on his tablet. I
smiled.

He was so well behaved. Last week, Michael's
servants had put all our gifts under the tree, and it sprawled out
like a Sultan's treasure. Remarkably, the boy hadn't touched
anything, and only cast an excited glance at the waiting horde
every so often.

So well behaved. He barely needs me at all
anymore. I just hope I get so lucky with mine...

“
I'm going to make some
tea,” I told him. “Do you need anything? Juice? Milk?”

He looked up from his game and shook his
head. I smiled softly and began to walk toward the kitchen when I
heard his high young voice.

“
No. No,
Mommy.”

I flinched and stopped in mid-step. It took
a full ten seconds to collect my wits before I remembered where I
was going or what I was doing.

The first time he'd called me that, it had
been last week. My jaw dropped, and not just because of the
word.

Michael had told him. Without delay.

Our engagement only became official a couple
weeks before, right after Thanksgiving passed. We'd eaten our
dinner alone in the house, enjoying the quiet company of our little
makeshift family, and the next day the office was closed.

I remembered the scene as I measured out my
berry tea and put some hot water on the stove. Leaning against the
counter – the same where I'd discovered his handcuffs – I gently
placed one hand on my belly.

It was the end of the first trimester, a
happy and healthy one, that pushed him to do it. I knew, even if he
didn't say it.

He'd taken me out on the balcony with a
bottle of sparkling cider. The first snowfall cast its glitter
across the landscape, slowly building a cottony dusting that made
me warm and excited, despite the cold air.

“
Marry me,” he'd
said.

I was barely paying attention until I heard
the words. I hadn't even seen him drop to one knee next to me,
several hefty flakes resting on his shoulders.

He popped the question
like a command – an irresistible command – but his posture said
everything. He was really asking me, from the bottom of his heart,
showing me
I
still held the key to it all, despite how far along the path
he'd guided me.

My lips trembled as I waited for the teapot
to hiss. The memory brought back tears – especially when I recalled
the way his hands grabbed at me after I'd whispered “yes,” hugging
and massaging my flesh like he wanted to pull me into him.

The kettle hissed. I poured the hot water
into my waiting cup and stared at the darkening brew, alive with
shadows and amber light.

“
Can things really be this
perfect outside dreams?” I asked the question in a low voice, the
same one I'd asked every day since the proposal.

When it was ready, I sipped the hot comfort,
marveling at how my life had turned from bronze to gold in a matter
of months.

As berry sweetness coursed along my tongue,
I frowned. No, it wasn't all perfect.

Perfection would've kept him with me all the
time. I wouldn't have to wait, lonely and worried, as he jetted to
far off cities and beyond to arrange new business deals.

I looked up at the crystal
chandelier above the dining table. Someday, I hoped, he'd find
his
enough
, and
then we'd have all the time and money in the world to be
together.

And in a perfect world, my mother wouldn't
be such a nuisance. Thankfully, she was just a slight pain, and not
an agonizing wreck.

She'd put up all the blustery chatter of a
wounded lioness when she found out about my relationship.

Michael called her into his office and told
her everything. I actually expected more from her, more than the
stuttering anger and slap on the face, especially after he laughed
at her.

Then, he'd rendered her speechless with a
promotion on the spot.

My smile almost broke into a laugh. From the
moment she called me up, I knew that she'd gotten exactly what she
wanted – much more than a daughter who wasn't distant and wrapped
up with her boss could ever offer.

She yelled and cried for the first time I
could remember. But more importantly, she accepted it, telling me
some time apart would do us some good as she traveled to New York
and London.

She'd gotten her wish from pure dumb luck.
And I'd gotten mine. I'd gotten it in spades.

“
Time for your nap, little
boy.” I tapped the tablet's off key and picked up Flynn.

He squirmed a little in my arms, but quickly
relaxed as I carried him downstairs. By the time his head nestled
into the pillow, he was fast asleep. And just in time too.

Michael was due home any minute. Perhaps the
crisp new snowfall had delayed him a few minutes, or else the
steady flow of holiday shoppers on the roads.

I hadn't said a word to Flynn. If the boy
knew, there's no way he would've slept so easily.

I wanted him to see his Dad again, to spend
time with both of us. But not until Michael and I took care of
other business.

I straightened my dress just as I heard the
low rumble of the garage door opening. His sleek car pulled up the
long ice pocked driveway and I grinned, peering through the small
blinds like a little girl waiting for her own father.

Actually, though, this was much better. In
seconds, I'd rest tightly in his arms, feeling his glorious weight
and weathering his kisses.

It wouldn't take long to kindle my fires.
Distance and pregnancy hormones did wonders for that.

And whenever he was ready, he'd carry me
upstairs, straight to the master bedroom. I'd changed the covers
and laid out the handcuffs and blindfold that morning.

My heart thrummed happily, eager as my body,
the second the door's lock started to jingle open.

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“Please be gentle, Mr.
Langern,” I whispered. “I've never been with anyone before. And I
never expected my first to be you..”

“Gentle?” His hands snaked
up my chest, stopping at my breasts. His palms flattened against my
nipples and his fingers squeezed. Hard.

“No, Kaylee. You think good
sex happens while you're crying, listening to the raindrops patter
on the windows?”

His right hand opened and closed just as
quickly again. The hook motion caught my nipple, shocking me with
his addictive energy, all the way to my bones.

Mr. Langern's face twisted. The smile he
wore had gone beyond confidence, straight into the sharp grin of an
eager instructor who relished conditioning his pupils.

“I...I don't know. Oh!” He
pinched my nipple again, flicking the very tip when he was
done.