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Submissive Nanny

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by Viktor Redreich


  She couldn’t keep herself distracted for long. She kept wondering if she could just slip up to her room and make herself cum without getting in trouble. But she gritted her teeth and pushed onward, knowing she had to do as she was told. She had to prove to him she was worthy of his desire. Worthy of all the effort he was putting in to train her.

  The door clicked, and she practically jumped out of her skin, but quickly returned to the surface she was buffing in the kitchen. She knew it wasn’t required of her, but she wanted to keep herself busy, distracted from the searing pain of desire deep down inside her.

  “Bianca. Good, you’re here,” Zev remarked briskly as he walked into the kitchen. Without saying another word to her, he flicked up the back of her skirt and ran his hands over her ass.

  She shivered, needing him.

  “And you’ve followed my instructions,” he sounded pleased. “Good girl. Very good.”

  He sank his fingers into her butt and squeezed roughly, then leaned in to murmur in her ear. “You’ve been such a good girl, Bianca. I’m very impressed with your dedication to me.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned. She didn’t have the words to tell him what she really wanted from him. What she really needed. But he must have known by now. It must be obvious.

  “I need something more from you,” he went on.

  Her stomach dropped. How much more could she give? She felt like she was going to explode if she went any longer without relief.

  He slipped his hand down between her legs and began to stroke her clit softly.

  Her head was spinning wildly. She clutched the counter to keep from keeling over.

  “Tell me,” she panted.

  “From now on, I own you,” he continued, playing with her clit as he spoke. “In every way that matters. I own your body, and you must obey my commands to the fullest extent you are able.”

  She gasped. Her body was in spasms of pleasure. She just needed to cum.

  “If so much as a sexual thought crosses your mind, I am the first one to know about it,” he went on. “You do not masturbate or orgasm without my permission. It goes without saying that you do not let another person lay a hand on this gorgeous body that belongs to me, understood?”

  “Understood . . .”

  “I will expect you to listen to me and hold my opinion and orders above all else,” he continued, pressing his fingers against her more firmly. He slipped one arm around her waist drawing her into him.

  The intoxicating closeness of his body to hers was almost more than she could take.

  “And what happens if I don’t?” She demanded. Her brain was fuzzed with desire, but not so fuzzed she couldn’t see this turning bad if he wanted it to.

  He paused.

  Her knees trembled.

  “You can do whatever you want,” he assured her, brushing his lips against the back of her neck. “Nothing we do will affect your job here. I will not penalize you in any way if you decide to choose something else for yourself, at any stage. Is that clear, Bianca?”

  “Yes,” she agreed.

  “And do you agree to give yourself to me? Fully? As my desperate little cum-slut?”

  The words hung in the air between them for a long time.

  She knew she would be handing herself over to something she’d never so much as imagined before in her life. But, as he held her close, she found that she felt safer than she ever had with any man before. She wanted to give this to him, to take the weight of her own choices off her shoulders and let him carry it for her instead.

  “Yes,” she breathed, and she meant it.

  With one hand still on her ass, he began to stroke her clit. His mouth pressed to the back of her neck.

  She closed her eyes and finally lost herself to the blissful paradise of belonging to this man entirely.

  Chapter 11

  Teach you a lesson

  Bianca stood in front of the mirror and smoothed down her dress for what felt like the thousandth time. It was so short—barely mid-thigh—and she was worried that someone might think it inappropriate. But then, she supposed that was the whole idea.

  Angela and the children were away for the night, and Zev had invited a couple of his buddies to play poker that evening. Bianca had been roped in to serve the drinks and snacks, which disappointed her a little. She’d hoped that she and Zev might be able to spend the evening together, finally, like a real couple. But it wasn’t like he’d been treating her as anything other than his possession since that night in the kitchen. When she’d finally given herself to him, body, soul, and mind.

  It surprised her that she didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it. Having the control completely removed from her lifted a stress from her shoulders she didn’t know she’d been carrying. It allowed her to explore a submissive side of her sexuality she had never come across before in her life. He used her in a way she once would’ve found repellently sexist, but the fact that she knew she could quit at any time, made it sensual. She was as in-control as he was.

  At least, that’s what she told herself.

  She could hear the men arriving downstairs, laughing and joking. That was her cue to head down and start helping out.

  She had never worked as a waitress before, but it couldn’t be that hard. Could it?

  Zev had picked the dress for her and insisted she wear it. As she came down the stairs and saw the look on his face as he took her in, she knew it had been worth it.

  “Well, well, well,” he ushered the men into the living room, then strode over to her. “Look who’s all dressed up for me.”

  As soon as he was upon her, he kissed her, taking her by surprise.

  Normally he’d torment her with almost-kisses, pulling back at the last moment so she craved his mouth like a parched person craved water. Now though, he seemed greedy for her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and pulling her body against him. She kissed him back for a moment, but then pulled away.

  “What if they see us?” She asked nervously, smoothing her dress and hoping her cheeks weren’t too flushed. “They could tell your wife . . .”

  “They won’t say a word,” he touched his fingers to his lips. “Trust me, you’re totally safe with them,”

  “Alright,” she chewed her lip nervously.

  He grabbed her face in his hands and directed it toward him. “You trust me, don’t you?” He demanded.

  She nodded.

  “Good,” he let go of her. “Then trust me when I say, I know what’s best for you. And for us.”

  “Okay,” she nodded.

  Hearing him refer to the two of them together like that was enough to set her pulse racing. She knew she should’ve been stronger in pushing him away when things got dangerous, but she wanted any part of him she could get, even if it was risky.

  “Now get us some drinks,” he pointed to the kitchen. “Bring the tray through. Be quick about it.”

  He let his gaze linger on her a second longer, then he turned to join his friends, leaving her behind.

  She went to collect the drinks and took a deep breath before she joined them in the living room. She managed a warm smile as she entered the room. Zev glanced at her with a grin on his face. “What can I get you, gentlemen?” She asked sweetly, wanting to impress Zev and show him that she could work this as well as he thought she could.

  “I’ll tell you what you can get me, sweetheart,” one of the men gave her a once-over, his intentions clear.

  She shifted her weight, uncomfortable, from one foot to the other. Should she have shot him down? Or would she be punished for not being a good host? It was risky.

  “That’s enough out of you,” Zev replied, then glanced over at Bianca again. “Though I see what you mean. She’s quite a specimen.” He got to his feet and, in front of everyone, slipped his hand down her waist to her ass.

  Gripping her roughly, working up the hem of the short dress he traced his fingers over the exposed skin of her thighs. “Come on,” he ordered. “Be quick about it.”


  She knew she should have been scandalized by the way he was touching her and talking to her, but somehow, she wasn’t. Maybe because he was declaring his attraction to her in public, making it so obvious to anyone who was paying attention.

  Carefully she served the men their drinks as Zev took his seat at the table and gestured for the others to join him.

  There were three other men, one with dark brown hair in an expensive blue suit, one with blonde hair and a pale grey shirt on, and the other adorning a shaved-head with a tieless shirt and suit combination. They were all attractive in their own ways, but Bianca only had eyes for Zev. The same couldn’t be said for him. He was glancing around the table, looking at the way all those men were checking her out, and she knew he was enjoying his special prize being center of attention in this place.

  “Alright, wait over there until we need you again,” he pointed next to the door.

  She hurried over to stand there, dropping her gaze down so she wouldn’t distract any of them.

  “Where did you hire her from, Zev?” One of the men remarked. “Wouldn’t mind an obedient little thing like that around the place myself.”

  “You’d have to ask my wife,” Zev winked, and the other men laughed uproariously.

  Bianca couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t believe how hot it was making her.

  They began to play their game, and Bianca tried to focus on keeping herself still and steady. Not letting her clear desire for Zev show. But then, he hadn’t exactly been reticent about showing her off so far, but it wasn’t her place to initiate with him. She would do as she was told, and that meant waiting here, serving him and his friends. No matter how frustrating it was to keep him at arm’s length.

  “Drink,” Zev snapped his fingers and pointed to his empty glass.

  Bianca went to pick it up, but before she could pluck it from the table, her elbow slipped, and she sent cards flying to the floor. She blushed bright red and bent down to pick them up.

  Zev chuckled that dark chuckle of his that let her know she was in for a punishment. “You really think you’re getting away this easily?” He remarked, voice dripping with condescension.

  She straightened back up, but he pointed down once more.

  “Bend,” he ordered her.

  She did as she was told. Her cheeks were burning, but she was soaking wet. The intensity of her humiliation giving over into the intensity of her arousal.

  “Ian, please, be my guest,” Zev continued, and Bianca’s eyes widened as she felt a sharp slap to her behind.

  She knew she could have protested, she could have let him know if this was too much for her, but to her surprise, it wasn’t. She wanted more. She wanted to serve all these men. Let Zev parade her body around for them. Give them access to every part of her. She would have fucked every single one of them if he’d asked her to. As long as it meant she was pleasing him.

  “That should teach you,” Ian smacked her again, harder this time, making her jump. “Good thing she’s got the ass for it.”

  “Get my drink now,” Zev waved his hand at her. “And don’t make me punish you again.”

  She did as she was told.

  She couldn’t believe how hot this was making her, couldn’t believe how sexy she found being used like this. She knew this was turning Zev on too. She could tell by the timbre of his voice, and she had a feeling if she could just hold out a little longer, he would fuck her senseless. Maybe he’d even let her cum. Not that she minded holding out.

  He continued to use her any way he wanted throughout the night. He encouraged his friends to give her a whack every time she did something that he perceived as wrong. Openly, he checked her out and felt her up every time she was near him. She found herself drifting close to him in the hopes that he would make a move on her, give her what she wanted.

  After feeling for so long like she was fighting for his attention, he was giving it to her, and she was dizzy with the desire he had for her. The blatancy of his attraction. She could have done this all night if he wanted her to. She was soaked for him, needy and horny. Finally, he wasn’t denying her his touch. In fact, he was letting everyone touch her, showing her off. And she loved it.

  By the time everyone was done that evening, Bianca was wholly and utterly consumed with her craving for him.

  She saw everyone out, wondering how in the hell Zev was planning to keep this from Angela when he’d been so completely blatant about his attraction to her. But she trusted that he had a plan in place.

  She took a deep breath and returned to the living room where he was waiting for her, still sitting at the table, back turned to the door.

  “So, young lady,” he got to his feet and looked her dead in the eyes. His gaze was so fiery she felt as though she was going to pass out on the spot. He moved toward her so that they were just a few inches apart. “You’ve been misbehaving all night long,” he shook his head. “And I suppose I’ll need to teach you a lesson.”

  “Yes, please,” she panted.

  He reached up and pushed his fingers into her mouth, making her gag on them. A grin spread across his lips as he watched the arousal wash over her face. “Anything?”

  “Anything,” she repeated.

  “Good,” he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. “It’s what you deserve.”

  Chapter 12

  Pucker up

  From the night of the party onward, Bianca felt as though something had shifted inside of her. She had let herself be used in a way she would have found impossible to imagine before, and she had loved every damn second of it.

  Zev had fucked her that night, really fucked her, pounding her hard. Making her cum on his cock at least half a dozen times, maybe more. The intensity of the build-up matched with the fury of his punishment satisfied her. It fulfilled her deeply. She knew as soon as he was done that she was utterly helpless to resist him now.

  Since Zev had pushed the boundaries so far that night, showing her off in front of so many of his friends, he grew bolder and bolder in his use of her.

  The first time they had contact after that night was when she was making herself a coffee in the kitchen. He had slipped through the door without her noticing. Angela was upstairs, and the kids were at a friend’s house. Bianca had been glad for a moment to herself.

  “Bianca,” He hissed.

  She spun around, eyes wide. “Yes?”

  “Yes, sir,” he corrected her. He moved toward her, reaching out to stroke her face with something close to tenderness. “On your knees,” he ordered, pointing to the ground. “Now.”

  She sank down at once, not thinking twice, just wanting to please him. Anything to earn the look on his face, the desire. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, swiftly growing hard. He guided it to her mouth.

  “Use your mouth to make me cum,” he demanded.

  Her eyes widened. “Angela—”

  “I didn’t ask for your opinion on the matter,” he snapped. “Are you going to do this or not?”

  “Of course,” she murmured. “Sir.”

  She parted her lips and let him push himself into her mouth.

  She had expected him to sit back and let her pleasure him, but instead, he gripped her hair and fucked her throat. She did her best not to gag. Her eyes closed as she tried to take his whole length.

  “Look at me,” he snapped.

  She opened her eyes and looked up at him obediently.

  He wrapped her hair tightly around his hands and fucked her mouth rough. Pushing hard and deep as she gazed up at him.

  She could hear Angela moving around upstairs, but it didn’t seem to bother him, and she wanted to prove to him that she was able to give him something his wife couldn’t. He had chosen to come here and fuck her mouth instead of going to his wife. The thought made her warm.

  “Fuck,” He groaned, as he pushed himself once more into her throat and came, hard.

  She reached out to grip his thighs, pulling him in deeper. S
he took every drop of his cum that she could get. He pulled out, grabbed a chunk of her hair and wiped his cock clean on her.

  “Good girl,” he patted her head. “Get back to what you were doing now.”

  He walked off and left her there, soaked between her thighs. She blinked and got to her feet, wondering if that had really just happened.

  What she didn’t know was that it was just the start for her.

  She woke one morning to a butt plug on the pillow next to her. Attached was an order to wear it all day long.

  She did as she was told, though it hurt to maneuver that thing inside of her. The weight of it had her needy all day long. That evening, as Angela and the children ate dinner, Bianca had retreated to her room to clean up and read.

  Zev came through the door, and her heart skipped a beat.

  “Take off your clothes and get on all fours,” he ordered her.

  She complied at once, climbing on the bed and arching her back to make sure the butt plug didn’t fall out.

  “You’ve had this in all day, huh?” He asked, and gripped it by the handle sliding it in and out of her.

  She groaned loudly, surprised at how good it felt. Or maybe it was just because he was the one doing it to her. Any little touch he gifted her was enough to get her going.

  “Yes, sir,” she breathed, trying to focus on what he was saying.

  “Good girl,” he pulled the plug out, leaving her with a sudden feeling of emptiness.

  Silently, she begged for more.

  “You know that every part of your body belongs to me, don’t you?” He said, running his hand over her back.

  She heard him unzip his pants and suddenly realized what was about to happen. “Of course, sir.”

  “And that includes this tight little asshole?” He continued.

  She nodded.

  He landed a spank on her rear end, a sharp, rough strike. “Speak when you’re spoken to.”

 

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