Owning our Au Pair: Billionaire BDSM Menage (2 page)

Chapter Three

Mrs. Cliffe

"Daniel was absolutely aghast," I say.

Everyone at the table laughs. These events are long and usually boring. Luckily tonight I was able to arrange to sit with our close friends the Baxter's. Our table is off to one side of the banquet hall, allowing Daniel easy access to the stage for his presentation but also giving us a modicum of privacy.

Lucy Baxter's a beautiful woman, tall and elegant with a very slender neck and shoulders. Rick, her husband, is also a handsome man. They play racket ball with us three or four times a month, whenever we can get Daniel's head out of the clouds.

"I completely understand," Lucy says sipping at her champagne.

Daniel and Rick are deep in conversation about business that neither of us care about. They're both driven men who work hard, usually over a hundred hours a week. But at the end of the day, no matter when that is, they come home to us. Looking around the room here, filled with the rich and moderately famous, I know full well that's not the normal state of affairs.

Lucy and I though, we know how to keep our men coming home. A man has needs. Primal needs. No matter the layers of sophistication that society lays over it. Other men with wives who don't meet this need cheat. They find ways to scratch that itch outside their marriage bed. Those women are fools.

"You have to tell me," Lucy says. "How's your new au pair?"

"She's perfect," I say smiling. "I really can't imagine how I managed before her."

"Oh? What agency did you use to find her?"

"She was referred by the Lindermans. They know her family."

"I see. Is she ... full service?" Lucy asks arching an eyebrow to further her implication.

I shake my head. "No. Well, not yet. I'm still training her. She's done quite remarkable though. She took very quickly to my attention for detail, often she exceeds my expectations."

"Is she pretty?"

"Lucy, I wouldn't have an ugly au pair. Would you? Why would anyone want an unattractive person in their home all the time?"

We both laugh. Lucy's eyes roam down across my exposed cleavage, her tongue touches her lips before her eyes return to mine.

"So Lynette," Lucy says. "Perhaps we should have a weekend get-away soon? It's been a long time."

She smiles at me over her glass. Her eyes sparkle. She glances quickly at Daniel and in answer I glance at Rick. I nod slowly as I finish chewing on a piece of cheese.

"It has. I think it's high time we had an excursion together. Some adult time would be very nice."

"Time for what?" Rick asks glancing over.

"An excursion," I say.

Rick's eyes widen as a grin breaks across his face. He nods enthusiastically as his eyes roam over me.

"Ah, great idea," he says smacking his lips.

Daniel's looking at the stage. The announcer has risen from the head table and is now standing behind the microphone. My dear Daniel, oblivious to all details that go into making his life what it is. My heart swells looking at him. Sexy and brilliant, he’s the big idea man. I'm the woman behind the successful man and he knows that he would not be what he is without me.

Daniel's phone buzzes on the table. He grabs it up, stares at it a moment frowning, then looks up at me. He shakes his head slightly. Something's wrong.

"I'm going to have to leave," he says.

"Daniel, they're about to give you your award. Your speech," I protest.

"Defense Department problem, they don't care what time of day or night it is or what award I get, they need this handled now."

"Can't your employees do that for you?" I ask impatient.

"Not this one love," he says texting back on his phone. "This one I have to handle personally. Can you cover for me?"

He doesn't even look up from the phone but that's Daniel. Obsessed with his work and the next thing he's creating. It's not like this is new.

"Of course dear," I say. "Hand me your speech, I'll give it for you."

He slides a paper over to me as he rises from the table. A quick kiss then he's off.

Chapter four

Amelie

I feel wrong.

Dirty.

I've done something I shouldn't have but I can't quit thinking about it. I put the DVD back where I found it, carefully closing the drawers and making sure everything looks like it had when I found it.

I can't quit thinking about it.

She looked so beautiful. Her perfect tits, round ass, the leather outfit accented each curve of Mrs. Cliffe as she confidently strode towards the bound Mr. Cliffe. Mr. Cliffe's massive cock stood straight out in front of him as she lightly swung the flogger, laying it across his chiseled chest.

The phone rings and I jump, pulling my hand from between my legs. I didn't even realize it was there. I close my eyes and inhale deeply to steady myself. This is wrong. I can't risk my career, I can't lose this job. The phone rings again. I grab it before it can ring a third time and risk waking up Thomas.

"Hello," I breathe.

"You're so fucking hot," a deep voice says from the phone.

A cold chill runs down my spine. I look around the room checking the windows to see if anyone is looking in at me. The Caller ID shows 'unknown' number.

"Who is this?"

"I really want to run my cock all over those big tits of yours," the voice says followed by heavy breathing.

"You've got the wrong number," I say.

"Does the carpet match the drapes?"

"I'm calling the police."

The line goes dead. I cross my arms over my chest and then make a tour of the house checking all the doors and windows. Everything is locked tight. I double check the security system which shows armed and no intrusions. Finally I look in on Thomas who is sleeping peacefully.

Probably a crank caller. The voice sounded young. The neighbors on both sides have teenage boys, this is probably their idea of a joke. Deciding it's nothing to worry about I return to the living room and the telly. Nothing is holding my attention though, I keep thinking about those toys and more about the DVD.

It's only nine, they won't be home for at least another two hours, possibly three. I purse my lips considering. This is wrong, so wrong. What if they find out? She's such a perfectionist, if I don't put it back exactly the same she'll notice. A millimeter off and she'll know someone's touched her private things. I close my eyes trying to will my desire away.

My hand slips under my silk pajama bottoms sliding easily into my wet hole. I moan involuntarily. I have to get some relief. I can be careful. She'll never know that I was there.

Chapter five

Mrs. Cliffe

I disarm the alarm as I slip into the back door. I gave Daniel's speech and left the banquet immediately after. Being there alone, even with friends, was not a good time. The clock on the stove in the kitchen says nine-fifteen. I'm home early. Maybe Thomas is still awake and I can tuck him in myself tonight. I lay my clutch down on the counter then make my way to the stairs to check on him. The television is on in the living room and I assume Amelie’s watching it.

When I reach the top of the stairs there’s a sound that makes me stop. A flogger on skin followed by moaning. I told her specifically no guests while I was gone. My face flushes with anger. I slip my heels off so I can catch her in the act then make my way down the carpeted hallway. I reach Amelie's rooms but the sound isn't coming from there, it's further down the hall.

Not only has she disobeyed me, she's in my room!

The sounds continue as I make my way down the hall. My door is open a crack so I stop outside it and peer in. I flush with both anger and embarrassment. On our television is one of my home movies. I have Daniel bound to the bed and our friend Lucy plays the role of slave. I'm flogging her for failing to please him correctly. She's on her knees with her ass to me on the television as I lay the flogger across her back and ass. The camera is positioned so I can see his massive erection.

I can see my bed and Amelie laid out on it with her legs spread wide. I can see her red pubs outlining her bright pink pussy. She's propped up on my pillows watching the home movie while she masturbates furiously.

I watch.

Amelie pulls at her tits, pert with nice small nipples that stand erect. She tweaks them with her left hand while her right rubs frantically at her clit. I notice she's laid a towel under her ass which makes me smile, her pussy’s dripping wet watching the video. I appreciate the attention to detail I've drilled into her.

Her left hand lowers to her clit and she uses the fingers of her right to pound her tight hole. She moans loudly bucking her hips up and down. Her sounds join the moans of pleasure coming from the surround sound on our television. I lower my hand, pull my dress up and slide my fingers under my thong. I rub idly while watching my au pair pleasure herself.

My plans for her just took a leap ahead.

Her tongue traces her lips, she moans and I can smell her sex from here.

She's about to cum.

"What are you doing?" I ask tossing the door open.

Amelie's eyes widen, she turns beet red and begins to stammer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry!" She tries to cover herself and tears moisten her eyes.

I don't say a word, merely stand and stare at her exposed body. My eyes roam over her tight stomach, the curve of her hips, the mound of her tits taking her in and appreciating her beauty. She rolls off my bed grabbing up the towel, still trying to cover herself.

"Drop it," I order.

She looks at me ashamed and confused. She stutters something. I stare at her waiting. Her eyes go to the towel covering herself then back up to me. I nod. She drops the towel now using her hands to cross herself for protection.

"The arms too."

"I'm sorry," she stutters, shaking like a leaf.

I continue staring and wait. At last she lowers her arms to her sides. She stands in front of me turning the most delicious shades of red as her body flushes.

I nod. "Clean this mess up."

I turn and walk out the door leaving her alone.

Chapter six

Amelie

Fear keeps me locked in place as Mrs. Cliffe walks out of her bedroom. I can't even move my arms to cover myself.

Shit!

She wasn't supposed to be back for at least another two hours. How did this happen? Is she going to fire me? I'll be deported! At the best I just blew my chance at Brown. There's no way I can afford the fifty grand a year plus living expenses! My folks are going to kill me. Will she tell them what I did? What am I going to say?

I tremble and at last push myself forward. I bend over and retrieve the towel and as I straighten I notice in the mirror that Mrs. Cliffe is right outside her cracked door looking at me. Is she touching herself?

I blink and she's gone. It must have been my imagination. Shame fills me. I'm bright red head to toe. So fucking embarrassed. I knew this was stupid. That video had me so hot and bothered though. I couldn't help myself. I had to masturbate, I had to project myself into being that woman on the ground being flogged.

I retrieve the DVD from the player carefully placing it back in its sleeve then return it to the cabinet. I put it in place, then examine it carefully. A minor adjustment and it's back where I found it, exactly. Outside the closet I gather up my pajamas from the ground and slip them back on.

I know I'm fired.

It's not like I can blackmail them with what I know. Who cares if a couple has sex? There's so much worse going on in the world and all kinds of lifestyles have become mainstream. I inhale a shaky breath, pull myself together and head out of her bedroom.

She's not in the hallway but the television’s still on in the living room. I go there to confront her and offer my apologies but the room's empty. The television still on the channel I left it. I close my eyes again and count to ten to steady myself. My pussy still aches with denied orgasm, I about to cum when she walked in. It's a distraction I definitely don't need right now.

I turn the television off then head for the kitchen. If she's not in there, I'll get a glass of milk and go to bed. Maybe things will look better in the morning.

Mrs. Cliffe sits at the breakfast bar in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice in front of her. She doesn't look at me. I stare at her. She’s so gorgeous. I find myself insanely jealous of her looks.

My friend's comment flits across my mind.
I'd lick that gash!

I would. My mouth is dry. My pussy throbs. I want to taste her, to lick her. I want to please her. I realize this is what I've wanted since I got here. To please this lady. She demands perfection, she makes me better for it and I know it. I love it when she praises me. Now I've thrown that all away.

"Ma'am?" I ask.

She doesn't turn to look at me. Slowly she raises the glass to her perfect lips, sips, then sets it back down in front of her. On the rim is the outline of her lipstick and a shudder runs up my spine. I work my mouth trying to get some moisture back into it. I can't take my eyes off that lipstick stain.

"Ma'am, I just want to ..."

What? What do I want? I can't tell her what I'm really thinking. I don't want to leave here, I don't want to leave this family or lose my job. I don't want to leave precious little Thomas. I don't want to leave the way she constantly pushes me to be better. I like it here. Hell I love it here.

As I'm lost in my thoughts she turns towards me. She openly drifts her gaze down across my body. I flush, my nipples jump to attention, my pussy tingles like she's shooting electric sparks out of her eyes. She eyes me from head to toe then looks into my eyes.

"We have a very busy day tomorrow," she says. "You should get some sleep. You'll need it."

Then she turns away from me. Confusion reels my brain. I'm not fired? Or I'm totally fucked?

"Yes Ma'am," I say.

She gave an order. A good au pair obeys orders, so that's what I do. I go to my room and try to find sleep.