Page 9 of Possession

“The bedroom at the end of the hall is mine. Oliver’s is two doors down. The rest are spares, and this one is yours.” He swings open the bedroom door and waves his hand for me to go inside. An enormous bed covered in white sheets fills most of the room. “I will have appropriate clothes delivered to your room, and through here is a closet.” He opens the closet door, and I’m shocked by how big it is. “Over there is the bathroom. Anything you want changed or added, speak to Rosalita the housekeeper, she will make it happen.”

“I hadn’t realized that you would want me to stay the night.”

“Nights. I want you to spend the nights here when I require your assistance with Oliver.”

I scan around the room again. “Did the previous nanny sleep in here?”

His eyes narrow as he assesses me, the coldness in them somehow abrasive over my skin. “No.”

“Oh.”

“You’re the first person in this room.”

I bite into my lower lip to stifle the smile I feel. “And I don’t normally fuck girls who look like jailbait,” he tacks on, and I reel back at his blatant words.

I fiddle with the buttons on my school blouse, feeling inadequate compared to the women he must be used to. “Do you sleep with all your nannies?”

“No.”

He stares back at me, and the truth behind his words seeps from him, bringing me the reassurance I desperately need.

“I’ve deposited an advance in your account for your nanny duties.” I shift from foot to foot, a little uncomfortable with accepting money, but this is a job, after all.

His phone rings, cutting through the budding tension between us, and he pulls it from his jacket pocket, flashing a gun tucked into his pants. The sight of it should scare me, he should scare me, yet I’m not afraid.

“I need to take this. Oliver is in the kitchen waiting for you.”

I gift him with a nod, an action that feels like I’m agreeing to much more than caring for Oliver.

It feels like I’m agreeing to becoming his.

Rafael

I watch the computer screen, transfixed on Ellie and my son at the kitchen table while I listen to Kai inform me about the latest shipment at the warehouse.

She converses with him with a tenderness that’s alien to me, but the way in which my son reacts to her is worth my concern of him being weakened by affection. Then he beams a toothy grin as she points to his drawing with a serene smile, gifting him praise my heart skips a beat, his smile so rare watching them together feels like a milestone. My son laps it up, and who can blame him?

My staff are constantly telling me he’s not reaching targets, that he lacks cognitive skills he should have mastered by now. So seeing Ellie offer him the attention he clearly craves has me wanting to kidnap the girl and force her to be not just my personal sex slave but my son’s mother too.

She’s everything he should have had, everything he deserves, and one way or another, I will get it.

I drag a finger over my lip, deep in thought. Then she opens another button on her school blouse, and I will her to lean forward, and when she does, I find myself leaning toward the computer. I scan her petite frame for a sign of those elusive tits of hers.

Are they how I imagined them, small with delicate nipples? Or is there a larger swell to them than I expect? How dark are her areolas? Can I fit all her tiny tit in my mouth? If I push her tits together, will there be any fullness at all?

My cock leaks against my boxers. It’s as hard as fucking stone again, and the fact my belt presses against the head has me wanting to rip it from around my waist and lash her ass with fury.

“So, one thirty?”

I lick my lips, imagining trailing my tongue down her throat, the same throat she allowed me to assault.

“Boss?”

Fuck, I’m hard as nails. Afterward, her small lips embraced my cock with such tenderness as I stroked her hair. In that moment, she needed me as much as I need her.

“Boss!” Kai snaps me out of my wayward thoughts.

“Yeah?”

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