Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica) (3 page)

“
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 want 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.

“
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.

I saw a tenderness that seemed wholly
uncharacteristic for this man. When he kissed me again, softly like
a civilized lover, I wanted to cry.

“
There. I never thought
you'd enjoy me stifling your screams so much. Believe me, little
Lori, I would've loved to hear every one of them. But we can't risk
waking Flynn right now.”

“
Oh.” So, his actions had
a purpose beyond brute pleasure. “I'm sorry, Mr. Oliver. I
should've taken your son into consideration.”

“
Don't be. In the future,
we might have to find you a gag, or else change locations. Think
you can keep it together for now?”

“
Why?” I asked, tilting my
head.

“
Because I'm not done with
you yet.”

My eyes opened fully and my lips pressed
tight. I couldn't say anything as he dropped, moaning softly as his
hands caressed my overly sensitive nipples.

He went lower, lower, until his kisses
stamped the top of my right thigh. They curled up, a little higher,
aiming straight for the waning fire at my center, fully intent on
fanning it back to life.

My lips became a tight O the second his
tongue landed on my clit. And I cinched it smaller, firmer, losing
control of my breath as his tip circled my nub.

Vibrating and swaying, his delicious strokes
washed over me with wild abandon. Briefly, he sank lower, letting
it explore the velvety opening to my body, teasing each side of my
folds with pinprick magic.

Needle like energy sailed
up my spine. I gushed from above and below, spilling my cream into
his mouth as my sudden gasps puffed in the air.

It didn't take a lot to get me going, but it
had always taken a mountain to keep the momentum after I came
whenever I toyed with myself.

Not now. My body gorged itself on the
endless ecstasy offered by his tongue. Before I knew it, I was
careening headfirst toward orgasm again.

The mattress beneath us became an unsettled
wave, lifting me higher, tuned to the zigzags decrees of his
tongue, his lips. My thighs closed over his strong shoulders.

I surrendered to the white hot blaze
flickering over my eyes. My second explosion was hotter than the
first, and so much more demanding.

Every muscle tensed in gratifying agony,
then convulsed in triumph. The spasms wracked my whole body,
turning everything from head to toe into one long clenching,
sucking, squirming mass.

Mr. Oliver didn't stop as I hardened and
went into a miniature coma underneath his tongue. His laps circled
faster still, strumming my center, screwing my clit with his smooth
flesh.

I lost consciousness, but it wasn't the
blackness that waited for me. Instead, it was the pure white flames
he conducted, turning everything in my head into a delicate and
irresistible foam.