Kate steered the conversation back to the job, but Samantha waved her off. John's son Matt, she said, was almost never there. John only took care of him on the weekends, and they almost always spent the time out of the house. In fact, Samantha said, she'd only met the kid four or five times in the year she'd worked for John.
'So why does he need an au pair?' asked Kate, perplexed.
Samantha laughed. 'Oh, he just likes people who like kids. You might see the little one every so often, but most of the time you'll just be expected to deal with the big kid's mess. I swear if it wasn't for me John wouldn't remember to dress himself.'
Kate listened, intrigued, as Samantha talked warmly about her boss. He'd seemed anything but welcoming to her, but Samantha has nothing but good things to say.
She explained that John had inherited a fortune from his parents, more money than he could spend in ten lifetimes, but he hadn't known what to do with it. Rather than blow as much as he could on fast cars and fast women he'd instead bought Green Gables and become a patron of several charities and foundations, all of them dedicated to helping orphans, abused children and even former child soldiers in war-torn African countries.
Now, she said, he spent most of his time attending fund raising drives, ribbon cuttings, $5,000 a plate charity dinners and all the other events expected of a high profile philanthropist. He never stopped moving, she said, full of admiration. He worked from dawn to dusk, and often late into the night.
Kate asked what he did in his free time. 'Does he have any hobbies?'
Samantha laughed. 'Hobbies? You could say that. He spends as much time with little Matt as possible, and he has a few other pastimes to blow off steam.'
Kate frowned. It seemed to her that there was something Samantha wanted to say. She'd been getting the feeling since she'd met her.
'OK, so what's the catch? This all seems too good to be true. Great pay; easy job; a boss who doesn't seem to ask for anything, or even need a staff. What aren't you telling me?'
Samantha stroked her belly and sighed. After a long pause she finally turned to Kate.
'OK, you're right. There's something you should know about John. Before I tell you I want to make it clear that he's done nothing wrong. Everyone has their little peccadilloes, but while John's is a little unusual he's never crossed the line.'
Samantha lowered herself carefully into a chair and wriggled a little to make herself comfortable. 'My baby. John's the father.'
Kate gasped with shock. She couldn't believe this admission. He didn't cross the line? He'd impregnated one of his employees!
Samantha looked Kate in the eye. 'There's more. Evie, the gardener, she's pregnant too. She's due in four months.'
'Don't tell me John's the father.'
'Yes, he is. He also had a kid with his old chef, and his chauffeur. Maybe a few others, but he doesn't talk about the past so I'm not sure. It's a... Well, it's a hobby of his.'
'Getting women pregnant is a hobby?'
Samantha looked angry, defensive. 'Look, you don't understand. He's not a bad guy. We all consented. John's special. He's not like other guys. He's a little odd, sure, but he's a great man. Look, here's the thing. John has a... Well, I guess you'd call it a fetish. He loves breeding. He loves to be around women who are carrying his children, so... Well, so he hires them. That's his hobby. That's what he does to blow off steam.'
Kate fell into a chair, reeling. 'So that's why I've been hired? He wants to put a baby in me? Shit, no wonder he wasn't interested in my references.'
Samantha softened. She took Kate's hand and stroked it gently. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have explained it like that. You don't have to worry. The truth is he won't do anything you don't want to do. If you're not interested you can just work the job like any other. Take home a fat wage and forget about anything else. If you're interested, though... Well, there are benefits. You'd be set up for life. He takes care of all his kids, and their mothers. You'd never have to worry about paying the bills again. Just think about it, OK?'
Chapter Four
Kate had thought about it. All through the weekend she'd gone back and forth. One moment she decided she simply wouldn't show up Monday morning. The next moment she decided to give John a piece of her mind before storming out.
Throughout it all, though, she was reminded of her debts. An unidentified leak in the pipes tapped out a steady rhythm of drips in the kitchen. A flickering light bulb reminded her she hadn't paid the utilities, and a stack of unopened bank statements by the phone tormented her about her endless, crushing college loans.
Maybe I can just work the job for a little while, she thought. Samantha said he wouldn't force me into anything. Maybe I can take her at her word.
The weekend came to a close, and Monday morning found her back at the gates of Green Gables. On the long walk to the house she passed Evie, the pregnant gardener, happily pruning her roses. Samantha met her at the door and smiled before excusing herself. Her job was done, her final task to guide Kate to one of the many bedrooms on the second floor before leaving. Before she walked out she explained that this room would be Kate's, should she ever want to sleep over.
Finally alone, Kate turned to the bed. A package waited for her, with a note beside it written in a neat, efficient hand.
Put this on. Come to my office.
Kate gingerly unwrapped the package to find her new uniform waiting for her. A beautiful red backless silk dress folded in tissue paper, and a pair of red heels. Kate was loathe to change her clothes, but she'd never seen such a stunning dress. This must have cost more than my entire wardrobe, she thought.
Kate dropped her skirt and shrugged off her blouse, laying them on the bed beside her new dress. She lifted the soft, feather light silk and slipped quickly into it, hating herself for enjoying the feel of it against her skin.
A full length mirror hung from the wall beside the bed, and Kate viewed herself critically. She was far from beautiful, she thought. In fact, she'd always thought of herself as rather plain, and her track record with guys did nothing to dissuade her of her opinion. She had no problem getting dates, of course, but the men who courted her weren't the kind of guys who could afford to be picky.
Even so, Kate had to admit that the dress brought out the best in her. The silk clung to her slight frame, showing off her slim waist and small, pert breasts. A slim, tanned leg showed through a slit that ran up to the thigh. She noticed her panty line was visible beneath the curves of her buttocks, so with one hand she slipped off her underwear, dropping the panties on the pile of her old clothes.
She returned to the mirror, but this time she was struck by an unusual thought. She imagined herself growing with John's child, stretching out the delicate fabric of the dress. Kate didn't have much of a stomach but she pushed it out as far as it would go, gently stroking her belly as she had seen Samantha stroke hers. She cradled the tiny bump, imaging herself cradling the child John wanted to put inside her.
Kate was shocked to find herself a little aroused at the thought. She imagined the fabric tightening against her body as her breasts filled with milk, straining at the seams to contain her growing, fertile form. She slid her hands over her breasts, noticing her nipples standing to attention under her touch.
What am I doing?, she thought. Why is this turning me on?
She shook the thought away, disgusted with herself for even considering it. She was here for the money. That's it, just the money.
So why is your pussy getting wet, Kate?
She couldn't think of a good answer.
Chapter Five
The office door was standing open when Kate reached the foot of the stairs. The sound of a fire crackling in the hearth broke the silence, followed by the click of Kate's heels as they reached the marble floor.
She hesitated at the door, wondering if it was too late to turn and run, kick off the heels and race past Evie in the garden as she fled to the gate. When she heard John's voice call out from within the office she
knew the time for indecision was over. There was something about the voice that bypassed her mind and took control of her feet.
'Come in, Kate.'
Like a dog called to heel she walked quickly into the room, surprised at her response to his voice. John sat behind his desk surrounded by papers, sliding his finger across the screen of his iPad.
'Take a seat, Kate. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?'
Kate shook her head, afraid to speak.
John smiled warmly. He dropped the iPad on a pile of papers and turned his attention to her. 'That dress looks beautiful on you. I hope you don't mind me asking you to wear it. I like my staff to look their best.'
Kate's voice sounded surprisingly timid to her ear. 'Thank you, it's beautiful.'
'I'm glad I got the size right, anyway. Looks like a perfect fit.' He took a sip from a glass of Scotch hidden among the mess, never breaking eye contact. 'Samantha tells me she spoke to you the other day about our... Unusual arrangement?'
Kate was surprised he'd raised the subject so readily, and she was too taken aback to this of a smart response. 'Yes, she told me about it.'
'And yet you still came. You weren't upset?'
Kate thought for a moment. She knew she'd been shocked and appalled all weekend, but now... She couldn't explain it, but in his presence all her righteous indignation fell away. The anger had simply vanished, replaced with... She wasn't sure.
John simply smiled that confident smile, his clear eyes radiating nothing but peace and absolute confidence. 'Don't worry, Kate, you have nothing to fear from me. The door is always open, and should you choose to do so you can leave at any moment. Do you understand?'
'Yes.' Kate's voice was little more than a whisper now. She couldn't raise her head to meet those strong, infinitely assured green eyes.
'Good. Now please stand up. I'd like to see you in that dress.'
Kate was on autopilot as she raised herself from the Chesterfield. She felt John's eyes run across her body, and all she could think was that she hoped he approved.
'That really does suit you, Kate. You look beautiful.'
Kate's eyes were still locked onto a patch of carpet before the desk, but in the corner of her vision she saw John step around to her side of the desk. She froze as she felt his hand on her shoulder, his body out of sight behind her.
'The door is always open, Kate,' he whispered softly in her ear. She nodded, closing her eyes as his hand slid slowly down the bare skin to the small of her back. A whimper escaped her lips as the hand lightly fell to her buttocks, fingers running across her toned muscles. The hand fell lower and lower, gently caressing her before moving to the side, slipping through the slit at her thigh and sliding under the silk.
'Please,' she whispered, though she didn't know how to carry on. Please stop? Please fuck me? She was overwhelmed, feeling a mixture of fear, confusion and desire that sent her mind reeling. All she knew for certain was that this felt right. She didn't know if she could face herself the next time she looked in a mirror, but right now there was nothing she wanted more than to feel John's hand slip between her legs.
He soon obliged. Just minutes after she'd stepped into the room brimming with fear and anger she stumbled forward against the desk, her body racked with delicious sensation as John's strong hand slid between her legs to touch her slick, eager pussy. With his free hand he steadied her, holding her by the waist as she braced herself against the mahogany.
'Oh, John,' she moaned. 'Don't stop.'
His fingers slipped inside her, sliding easily into her slick, tight pussy. She quivered at the touch of his strong, large hand, filling her like her own never could. A fingertip pressed firmly against her clit, and with his firm touch she could feel her own heartbeat as blood thundered to her loins. He clit throbbed gloriously as he mastered it with his strong finger, imposing his will on her pussy and controlling her entire body with a simple touch.
She heard a tear as he pulled her dress wide open at the leg, exposing her pert ass and hot, bulging lips, and she heard a deep moan from him as she felt the wet tip of his cock slide between the spread cheeks of her ass.
'This may hurt a little, Kate.'
She didn't understand until his cock reached her eager lips. His first smooth, slow thrust drew a gasp from her. She could barely contain her shock at his size. The thick head spread her wide, wider than she'd ever been. For a moment she worried he would be too large for her tight space, but his juices combined with hers to allow his vast, throbbing shaft to push deep inside her.
'Oh my God!' she gasped. 'You're so big!'
John's strong hands pushed her easily forward, bending her over the desk at the waist to allow him to push deeper. There was no way she could resist his wishes if she'd wanted to. Her strength was no match for his, and she felt truly controlled by his touch. She was his to do with as he pleased, and the moment this thought occurred to her she felt a wave of pleasure flow through her body. I'm owned, she thought. I'm his plaything.
A smile played on her lips as this thought developed. Kate suddenly felt like a toy, a doll to be dressed and posed at his will. The feeling was liberating beyond belief. She'd never felt so free as she did now she'd forfeit her freedom.
John's hands pushed down on her body, one on her shoulder and the other in the small of her back, holding her firmly still and his unsheathed erection pounded into her. His heavy, cum filled testicles slapped roughly against her thighs and clit, eliciting a deep, low moan with each thrust.
Kate's legs splayed wide, her heels lifting her perfectly to meet John's battering ram cock. With one powerful thrust she felt her legs give way, her body no longer able to keep her balanced on her heels. Her knees bent, and she would have fallen to the ground had her weight not been supported by the baton-like erection piercing her through.
John felt her weight shift and slowly pulled out. The moment the tip slid past the red, stretched lips of her pussy she felt the loss. She pushed herself back, begging for its return, but John instead spun her easily around and lowered her to the floor.
In moments he had pushed himself into her mouth, the final domination she so craved. She felt an overwhelming mixture of humiliation and arousal as he pulled her head onto his shaft, still wet with her own sweet juices and glistening with his. Her knees burned against the carpet as he pulled her back and forth, but she had no control over her body. He was firmly in charge.
Kate's eyes grew red and moist as John's cock pushed deep into her mouth, sliding back and forth across her tongue. Her breath came in gasps as he withdrew, only to be forced out again when he pushed forward once again. Spots filled her eyes an she felt dizzy and faint, but she made no move to stop him. If this was what John wanted she was happy to oblige.
She was ready now, eager to cum but desperate for her first shuddering orgasm to come wrapped around his shaft. Her fingers played across her pussy, teasing her clit and reaching deep inside, but her hands were no match for his penis. Satisfaction would only come from him.
As if sensing her need John slid himself from Kate's throat, leaving a glistening strand of pre-cum and saliva stretching from his firm tip to Kate's red lips. He smiled down at her, clearly enjoying his domination of her body and the dazed, eager expression in Kate's red-rimmed eyes.
'Get on all fours, Kate. Quickly now.' Once again there was no question that he would not be obeyed. She belonged to him now. He'd put his mark on her, staked his claim. She was his toy.
Kate quickly spun around, bending over to present herself to him. Her hand wrapped around the wooden legs of the Chesterfield and her cheek rested against the cool leather upholstery. Almost immediately she felt him roughly part her legs, splaying her wide ready for him, and he pushed his cock firmly against the asshole.
For a moment she feared he would try to penetrate her. Kate had never had anal sex, and she knew that John's enormous throbbing shaft would tear her asunder. There was no way she could take him inside her, and while she knew
he could do anything he desired with her body it was with a strong sense of relief that his thick, throbbing glans ran down from her tight, pink asshole to her dripping pussy.
John gripped her buttocks with each hand and used his fingers to spread apart her lips. His cock slid in slowly, pushing endlessly into her until she thought she could take no more. As thick as he was, his cock seemed to become even wider at the base, and as he pushed his full length into her she felt as if he was filling her entire body. The heat of him flowed through her, a furnace roaring inside her body, and when she finally felt the tight muscles of his stomach press against her buttocks she felt him hold there, freezing within her as her own body twitched and writhed as it stretched around him.
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