Owning our Au Pair: Billionaire BDSM Menage

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Owning our Au Pair

 

Kat Richards

 

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STEAMY SNEAK PEEK

"Kneel," I say to her.

She obeys and my wetness grows. "You like what you saw?" I ask.

"Yes Ma'am," she whispers.

"What did you like?" I ask as I pull my tank top off. I'm not wearing a bra so my breasts bounce free. She looks at the ground and stammers before speaking.

"I liked seeing you," she says.

"Seeing me what?" I prompt.

"Seeing you, you're beautiful. You controlled that woman and Mr. Cliffe."

"Ah," I say.

The sound of my zipper releasing fills the room and her eyes flash up to mine. I let the skirt slide to the floor.

"You like women?" I ask.

"Both," she says without hesitation.

I step closer to her so that my pussy is at her eye level. I know she can see the glean of my wetness, my scent mixes with hers in an intoxicating way.

"You want this job?" I ask.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Well, now that you know our secrets," I say. "You'll have to become a closer part of the family, won't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," she says without looking away from my pussy.

"Do you want that?" I ask.

"More than anything Ma'am."

"Do you want me?"

"Oh god, yes Ma'am."

"Have you cum yet?" I ask.

She looks up at me confused. "Ma'am?"

"Have you orgasmed? Since last night when I stopped you?"

"No ma'am," she says looking down again.

"That's good. A very good girl."

Owning our Au Pair

Copyright
© 2015 by Kat Richards

 

First E-book Publication January 2015

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

 

All characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

CHAPTER ONE

Mrs. Cliffe

"Daniel, hurry up. We're going to be late! The driver will be here in 10 minutes." I yell without looking away from my mirror.

I swear that man's going to be late to his own funeral. I step back to look myself over making sure everything is perfect. I walk over to my jewelry box and sort through it, selecting diamond ear studs. I put them on then check one last time in the mirror.

"Honey, I can't find my tie ..." Daniel says running into the room.

His shirt is untucked, his feet are bare, and his pants are unbuttoned.

He stops at my frown. "I know, I know," he says hurrying back into his closet.

"Amelie!" I yell.

Daniel runs out again, his shirt is buttoned now so he's making progress. He's carrying his shoes in one hand but stops in the middle of the room looking around like he's lost.

"Where are my socks?" he asks looking around ineffectively.

"Daniel," I sigh and shake my head.

"Yes Mrs. Cliffe?" Amelie says walking in.

"Can you assist Mr. Cliffe in putting himself together? He seems to have completely lost his mind."

Amelie suppresses her smile and walks over to help. She's been an absolute asset since we hired her. She's the au pair but she's become more like our live in maid and nanny rolled into one. A sweet, young British girl with long red hair, a winsome smile, and sharp blue eyes. I watch as she moves around the room, appearing from the closet with socks for Daniel then helps him with his bow tie.

"We'll be out late tonight Amelie," I say as she works and I put the finishing touches on my makeup.

"Yes Ma'am," she says.

"You have the number for the banquet hall?" I ask.

"Yes Ma'am, I've posted it on the refrigerator," Amelie says.

"Good." I smack my lips to set my lipstick and pick up a gem encrusted strand from my stand.

"Amelie would you mind assisting me with this?"

"Yes Ma'am," she says hurrying over.

I sweep my hair up off my shoulders and she fastens the necklace for me. Her hands rest on my bare shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. Our eyes meet in the mirror for an instant before she looks down demurely.

"You look very lovely Ma'am," she says.

"Thank you," I say smiling. "You'll be okay with Thomas tonight?"

"Oh yes, of course Ma'am. He sleeps most of the night already."

"And I've checked you have the number, is there anything else I'm forgetting?"

"I don't think so Ma'am. I have all the emergency numbers. I'm quite prepared."

"Good, good," I say. "Mr. Cliffe is being honored tonight for his work with the City Museum. Well his work being our donation for the new wing."

"Oh yes Ma'am. Quite the honor, you're both very generous."

"It's not generous. Just giving back some of what we've been fortunate enough to be given," Daniel says pulling his sleeves down under his tuxedo.

"Well sir, a lot of folks have been given a lot but they don't give back. I think it's very wonderful the two of you do so much," Amelie says.

Daniel walks over to stand next to me, takes me in his arms and dips me down, his lips hover just over mine. I slap his arm.

"Don't you dare mess up my lipstick!" I say sharply.

Amelie laughs from the side. "Oh you both look so lovely, may I take a picture?" She pulls her cell phone out. "I'd love to share it with my friends back home!"

"Of course dear," I say.

Daniel puts me back on my feet and we pose next to each other while she takes some photos. As she snaps the last shot the doorbell rings. The driver’s waiting for us.

"We have to go Daniel," I say pushing him out the door.

I grab my clutch off my bureau and turn to Amelie one last time.

"Now you're a very beautiful girl yourself, but no one over tonight while we're gone. You know I don't approve of you having guests when you're home alone."

"No Ma'am, no guests."

She smiles and walks us to the door, waving as we drive away.

Amelie

I watch as they drive away then pull out my phone and look at the pictures I took. They're both such beautiful people. I imagine what it'd be like to be so rich and so drop dead gorgeous too. They're both twice my age, I only hope I look so good when I'm in my forties.

The baby monitor crackles, Thomas will be ready for his feeding soon. I close the door behind me and head for the kitchen to prepare his formula. My phone chimes as I put the pot on to warm his bottle so I pull it out to check my messages. Facebook opens and Sarah has commented on my photo of Mrs. Cliffe.

I'd lick that gash all night!

I blush. What if my mother sees that? Though I have to admit, Mrs. Cliffe is a very sexy woman. The dress she chose for tonight was low cut in the front revealing plenty of cleavage. It dropped to the knee but left her incredible calves exposed and had a nice slit up the side so you could see hints of her thigh. She had her long hair bound up into a bun behind her head but the curls dropped around her face framing it perfectly.

Mr. Cliffe is every bit as sexy. Tanned, chiseled features, his incredible green eyes look like they see the future. He's strong but not overly muscled. Perfect, casual athleticism that some men seem to pull off naturally. While I know Mrs. Cliffe works out daily, Mr. Cliffe only remembers to go to the gym three or four times a month.

Mr. Cliffe is the founder and CEO of Cliffe Industries. It's a consulting firm of some kind, I don't honestly understand exactly what he does except be stupid rich. After I was hired it became very clear that my duties were to take care of him almost as much as their four month old child. Mr. Cliffe's incredibly brilliant but has a tendency to not have much attention left over for what's going on in front of him. Small things like socks, combing his hair, or buttoning his shirt correctly completely confound the man because he's too busy to put any attention on unimportant details.

The dynamic between Mr. and Mrs. Cliffe is interesting. He likes to have all the details laid out for him so he can sweep in and present his big idea. He doesn't care how they get done or who does them as long as he doesn't have to stop to worry about them. Mrs. Cliffe controls everything, no detail is too small to escape her notice and she's very particular in seeing that everything is done to her expectations.

At first it was hard. My first month here was full of trepidation and uncertainty. I was not only over three thousand miles from home in a strange country, I had this very exacting woman who oversaw every detail of how I did the jobs I was assigned. Once I learned her expectations it became easier.

Working for Mrs. Cliffe has been the most rewarding thing I've done in my life. She's demanding and expects nothing less than the best but I like the challenge. It makes me strive to be better every day. And success is always rewarded. A word of praise from Mrs. Cliffe may be rare but when it comes I know I've earned it. The Cliffes do make me feel like part of the family. I have my own rooms and a schedule. We have most of our meals together when everyone is home, they treat me as much as part of the family as one could expect of the bosses you live with.

It's lonely and I miss my friends and family but once I've been with them six months they'll pay for my tuition at Brown University. My lifelong dream and I could never make it happen without their help.

I take Thomas his bottle, feed him, then get him settled in for the night. Before I go to my own rooms I remember that Mr. Cliffe absolutely trashed his closet. I decide to go and put things to right.

I slip into their room then into his walk in closet. Mrs. Cliffe's are next to his, they each have their own. I pick up all the clothing that has been thrown around, sorting what will need pressing, and folding what I can. I get it all picked up in a few minutes then head out to the main room. Mrs. Cliffe's closet is open and there’s her rack of dresses. They're so beautiful. My heart skips a beat at one day being able to wear dresses like these. I smile as I look at the clock. They won't be home for hours, she won't mind if I just try them on will she?

I'm in my third dress. Mrs. Cliffe and I are remarkably close to the same size. Impressive for a woman who gave birth four months ago in her forties. I put the third dress back carefully then walk deeper into her closet. Normally she doesn't let me in here, preferring to keep her own space tidied unlike Mr. Cliffe. There are a series of drawers at the back so I go and look to see what she has. As I open the first drawer I stop.

Laid out in velvet is a leather flogger and a series of sex toys. My mouth drops open and desire dampens my panties. I had no idea ...

Becca, back home, was very much into the 'life' and I attended a few parties with her. I had no idea Mr. And Mrs. Cliffe played games like this. I imagine her being flogged but it doesn't make sense. She'd never be the one receiving such treatment, she'd be the one giving it. I run my hands over the cold leather, then touch the cuffs and restraints. I imagine what it would feel like for my skin to be touched by them and I shiver.

I open another drawer and there are compact discs shining up at me, each one dated in a very exacting hand I recognize as Mrs. Cliffe's. Curiosity killed the cat so I pull the top one out. They have a telly in their bedroom so I slide the disc into the player, retrieve the remote from the bedside, and press play. Warmth heats between my legs at the scene that rolls across the television and I'm wet.

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