Owning our Au Pair: Billionaire BDSM Menage (3 page)

Chapter seven

Mrs. Cliffe

I walk into Amelie's room at five a.m. The sun is just cresting the horizon. She's asleep under her comforter so I walk up next to the bed and stare down at her, smiling as she startles awake. She jumps to a sitting position making her breasts bounce under her silk pajama top. She looks at me with sleep heavy in her eyes.

"Good morning," I say.

"Good morning Ma'am." She looks down refusing to meet my eyes. Good.

"We have a busy day," I say. "You need to be up now."

"Yes Ma'am," she says.

Her voice is resigned, it's obvious she expects to be fired but I have much different plans for her. She climbs out of bed then stands next to it staring at the floor.

"You'll need to put these on, then get your tennis shoes."

She looks up a moment and I hand her the clothes I want her to wear. She takes them from me then waits for me to leave. I don't.

"Ma'am?" she asks.

"Get dressed, now."

She hesitates only a moment. Something that will have to be worked out of her. She sets the clothes I gave her down on the bed then slowly she unbuttons her shirt top turning a wonderful shade of pink as her breasts are exposed to the air and my sight. I wait and watch. She slips the spaghetti strap cami over her head then across her breasts. I notice how her nipples jump to erect as the fabric drags across them. She struggles to pull it further down then realizes that it stops mid-riff with a lacy edging that leaves the bottom portion of her breasts open to the air.

She glances up at me embarrassed. I don't say a word. Her mouth moves a moment, full lips almost pouty and I wait to see if she will protest. She closes her eyes saying nothing. I nod my approval.

She slips out of her bottoms and I'm pleased to see she's not wearing any underwear. Her trimmed red hair offsets her pale white skin. She retrieves the shorts and slips them on. They pull up across her and ride low on her hips. The front dives low enough you can see hints of her pubic hair and I can see her ass cheek from the bottom. Fucking perfect. My panties moisten at the sight of her flushed, tight young body.

She glances up at me seeking approval. I turn my back and walk out of the room, she follows without a word. I lead her downstairs and to the back of the house. We exit onto the large deck that overlooks the backyard and garden area. Spring's in full force and our gardener hasn't started so the flower beds are filled with last year's brambles and overgrowth. The hedge is out of control and everything needs a good trimming. I turn to look at her.

"You know how to use garden tools I assume?"

"Yes Ma'am," she says looking at the ground.

"Then you will clean this yard up and get it presentable. There's at least two day's worth of work here. You will finish by the time you ask for your dinner tonight."

Her eyes widen with shock. This is definitely not what she expected. Her mouth moves forming a thank you then something else crosses her mind.

"What about Thomas Ma'am?" she asks.

"I am quite capable of caring for my child," I say sharply.

Her eyes drop immediately and she nods.

"Of course Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am."

"You may start," I order turning and going back in the house.

Chapter eight

Amelie

Stupid. So fucking stupid.

The sun is up now and it's already hot. I run my arm across my forehead to wipe away the sweat but it just smears the dirt. I look back at the house and see Mrs. Cliffe looking out of her bedroom window.

I get back to pulling weeds.

Maybe I can make this right. I invaded her privacy after all. As I work I still can't get the video out of my mind. She was so beautiful, so in control. And Mr. Cliffe's cock is huge! I've never seen a cock that size.

The day passes slowly but no matter how hard and fast I work I'm not going to finish. I do my best though, trying to complete this impossible task. It's getting close to noon when I look up again and Mrs. Cliffe is standing there with a glass.

"Thirsty?" she asks.

I look up at her from my knees. I'm covered in dirt and sweat is running down me. My hair hangs limp and wet with it, my small cami and shorts are soaked through.

"Yes Ma'am," I say not looking into her eyes.

She hands the glass to me and I gulp it down. Her eyes are on me. I'm staring at her legs. She's wearing a skirt and tank top, her legs are long and perfect. Her calves are amazing. I want to lick my way up them. I want to taste her.

"You've worked very hard," she says.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm doing my best Ma'am."

"I can see that," she says and something in her voice makes me glance up.

She's not looking at my work, she's looking at me. Her eyes look like they're drinking me in. Her pink tongue licks her lips as she stares at my chest. I push it out further trying to be subtle about it. The rough fabric has been keeping my nipples aroused all day. Looking down my buds are outlined clearly with my sweat stains.

"Come get a shower," she says her voice husky.

"I'm not done Ma'am," I say still on my knees.

"Are you questioning me?" she retorts.

"No Ma'am," I say rising quickly.

She leads the way into the house and I follow along behind. We go into the utility room which has a small shower for cleaning up before entering the house proper. She pulls the door open and motions me inside.

I step in then look back at her. She motions to my clothes and I strip out of them. I stand demurely covering myself, acutely aware of how wet and swollen my pussy is. She stares at it and again I'm sure her tongue lick her lips. She reaches in and turns on the shower.

"Eeep!" I cry out as the ice cold water hits me. My nipples are rock hard and my lower belly cramps.

Mrs. Cliffe is still looking at me. This is my chance. Sometimes life opens a door and you either run through it or you don't. I'm nervous, scared, but I'm so screwed. Either this works or it won't matter anyway.

I grab the soap and start lathering myself. Slowly I work up bubbles on my body focusing first on my tits until they are covered with soap and my nipples are rock hard buds shining out of the suds. Then I work on my tight stomach. I keep my eyes locked on hers and she doesn't look away from me, just follows my hands with her eyes. I definitely see her lick her lips this time. I work the lather down until I reach between my thighs, soaping up and down my legs. I don't even feel the cold water now I'm so hot.

Mrs. Cliffe thrusts her hips out and her hands roam across her tits. A soft moan escapes her.

I raise my hands up towards my pussy. Moving the soap over my slit I work up a lather, my hips rotate as I apply pressure to my clit and now I'm moaning too.

Mrs. Cliffe raises her skirt to reveal her perfectly trimmed pussy. Slowly she strokes the outside of it with her entire hand and I almost lose it at the sight.

"Rinse off," she orders.

I stop immediately staring at her. She still has her hand running up and down her pussy. Surely she likes what I'm doing? Fear makes my stomach clench again. I can't lose this job, this family, all my future!

There's nothing to this but to obey. I rinse the soap off and step out and grab a towel. As I finish drying I start to wrap the towel around myself.

"No," Mrs. Cliffe says. "Walk upstairs. My room. Now."

I flush again but she waits and I lead the way up to her room.

Chapter nine

Mrs. Cliffe

I love the sway of her ass as she walks up the stairs. She's flushed, a beautiful light pink. Her red hangs wetly down to just the top of her perfect, heart shaped ass. Once in my room she stops and turns towards me.

"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." I reach down and hook my fingers under her jaw, forcing her to look up at me. "If you wish to continue here, you will have to learn some new rules. There will be new duties to learn. You of course, at any time, can refuse to do them or disobey any rule you wish. If you disobey, you will be punished. If you choose to no longer comply, you will be let go. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," she says.

"Good. Now, lick my pussy."

She doesn't hesitate, diving in with a zeal that I find surprising. Her tongue laps at my lips and when she hits my clit my knees go weak. I walk backwards towards the bed, enjoying the way she crawls after me while her tongue bathes me.

I lean back on the edge of the bed, keeping my pelvis off the edge to give her easier access. She lowers herself down then traces her way up my legs with her tongue. I lean my head back against the bed and moan loudly as she traces my thigh then across my wet lips. Her tongue digs in to my pleasure nub then across and back down my other leg. No woman has ever been so attentive to more than just my pussy and it feels amazing. She works up and down until I'm a throbbing ball of need. I grab her head and force her against my wet slit. She laps me with her tongue, working my clit until I explode. I lean into it, holding her head tight against me until it passes. She looks up from between my legs and I smile down at her.

"Ma'am?" she asks.

"You've done very well," I say pushing her off of me. "Stand up."

She stands and her nipples are rock hard. Her wet pubs are covered in sheen from her dripping pussy.

"Are you horny?" I ask enjoying how she blushes.

"Yes Ma'am," she says looking at the ground.

I walk into my closet and come out with the largest dildo I own. A massive vinyl thing that's bigger around than a beer can. I stand in front of her naked and admiring her body and smile.

"You want to touch yourself?" I ask.

"Yes Ma'am," she groans.

"Use this," I say handing her the dildo. "There, on my bed."

Her eyes widen as I hand it to her. She looks up about to protest. I wait for it, but then she nods and climbs on the bed. She spreads her legs wide positioning herself so I have a full view as she rubs the dildo up and down her wet slit. All at once she shoves it in, taking the monster thing to the hilt. I'm surprised and turned on again. I expected hesitation.

I climb on the bed and move to straddle her face. I lower my pussy back down to her mouth leaning over so I can watch her shove the fake cock in and out of herself. She laps obediently and shoves the dick in and out. She moans between licks, her hips bucking up and down. I marvel at the way her pussy stretches to accommodate the monster cock shoving in and out of her. Each time it shoves in her clit's exposed. I reach down and suck it, stretching it with my mouth.

"OHHHH!" she screams in ecstasy then she's over the edge.

Her body stiffens and she's rocked by wave after wave of orgasm as she finds her release. As she relaxes I move around and position myself under her so I'm cuddling her as she comes down from the ecstasy. I stroke her hair, run my fingers down her arms then back up.

"Good girl," I say to her. "Good girl."

"Thank you Ma'am," she says breathless.

Chapter ten

Amelie

My body shakes like a leaf in a strong wind. I've never cum so hard in all my life. I lay in Mrs. Cliffe's lap and she gently strokes my hair letting the aftershocks run their course. I close my eyes and for the first time in over twenty-four hours I relax. Things are going to be all right.

"That's a good girl," Mrs. Cliffe murmurs her fingers idly running over my skin.

I can't believe any of what just happened. It’s surreal, like I'm floating on a cloud or looking at the world from a great distance.

"You'll need a dress for tonight," Mrs. Cliffe says.

"Ma'am?" I ask. A dress? What do I need a dress for?

"We'll be taking you to dinner," she says.

I start to sit up but she holds me in place. My head is by her pussy and the smell of her is intoxicating. The first stirrings of fresh desire clamp between my legs. I run my tongue around my mouth tasting her juices.

She pushes on me gently and I rise to stand next to the bed. She stands beside me, takes my hand, then leads me into her closet. She sorts through various dresses before selecting a long black evening gown. She holds it up to me eying me critically before nodding.

"This will do nicely," she says. "Shoes."

She walks to the other side of the closet and begins sorting through her dozens of shoes until she finds a pair that goes with the dress.

"Ma'am, I can't wear your clothes..."

One sharp glance and I stop.

"You will do what you're told," she says one eyebrow arched.

I nod and look down. Of course I will.

"Very good," she says and smiles.

My heart swells with pride at having made her happy.

"You will be ready at eight tonight."

"What about Thomas?" I ask and she smiles again.

"I will make arrangements for him," she assures me.

She purses her lips and stares. My nipples harden and I grow wet under her gaze.

"You don't have to do this. It's not required of you. You understand?"

I look up at her and meet her gaze. She's so passionate and demanding. Is this what I want? Is going to Brown University worth this? Then I think about returning to England. I think about not being around her and Mr. Cliffe every day. As I think of leaving them, of not seeing them every day, a black hole opens up below me. I can't imagine not getting to be with them. I love this family. They've brought me into their home and into their hearts. My home is here with them as much as it ever was in London. Brown or no Brown.

"Yes Ma'am," I say making my decision.

Her smile tells me I made the right one.