Owning our Au Pair: Billionaire BDSM Menage (5 page)

Chapter thirteen

Mrs. Cliffe

Thomas toddles across the room giggling.

"Very good Thomas!" I exclaim as he holds his arms out. I grab him up and pull him close.

"Em, Em," he gurgles.

My heart drops. It's been four months and he still hasn't forgotten her. Truth be told neither have I. We've not yet found another au pair to replace her. No one can really replace what she was to us.

"Ma ma," I say to him. "It's night night time."

I feed him his bottle then settle him in to his crib. After he's down I go to my bedroom and find Daniel running in and out of his closet. His shirt is untucked, his feet are bare, and he doesn't have his tie on.

"Have you seen my socks?" he asks as I come in.

I tsk then go to his closet and find him a pair of socks. He smiles gratefully as I hand them to him then sits on the edge of the bed while I finish getting ready. I look myself over in the mirror, checking the details.

"Have you seen my cufflinks?" Daniel asks over my shoulder.

I sigh. The ache in my chest returns again as I realize it's the little things. The things she took care of without having to be asked. She was really quite brilliant and I miss her. I turn to look at Daniel arching an eyebrow. He smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry," he says.

He sits for a moment then sighs. He stares at his socks then looks up at me holding them up so I can see they don't match. He shakes his head.

"Damn I miss Amelie," he says.

"I know," I say. "We had to let her go. Her family needed her to care for her grandmother after her granddad passed."

"I know but..."

There’s really no but to it. She called and said she had to stay. There were tears on both sides of the line but she did what she had to do. I would expect no less of her. I walk over to Daniel, put my arm around his shoulder then lean in and kiss him softly.

"No buts dear, I love you."

"I love you," he says smiling as our lips part.

The doorbell rings.

"I'll get it, should be the sitter," I say over my shoulder.

I open the door expecting the sitter and find Amelie. She looks uncertain, fear and excitement mixing on her face. I stare at her unsure if she's real.

"Daniel!" I call out.

The sound of his feet hitting the floor and pounding down the steps can be heard throughout the house.

"Mrs. Cliffe ..." she says but I cut her off grabbing her and pulling her into the house.

"Amelie!" Daniel cries out with joy as he comes down the stairs.

I run my hands over her face, cupping it and pulling her into an embrace. Tears threaten to ruin my makeup. I hold her tight pressing her to my chest.

"You're here!" I say into her hair.

"Yes Ma'am," she says her voice muffled by my shoulder but she's grasping me every bit as tight as I am her. "I missed you all so much!"

Tears break and my makeup is ruined. I let her go holding her at arms length. She looks a bit paler than when she left but every bit as beautiful. The necklace that Daniel and I gave her at our first dinner sparkles at her neck. Her eyes are puffy from crying.

"Will you have me Ma'am?" she asks. "I didn't call, I was afraid you'd have..."

"Have you? We've barely been able to survive without you!" Daniel laughs.

"Oh thank you!" she cries out, her relief obvious.

"Amelie, are you ...." I can't say the words. My throat closes and won't let them out. My hands pat her shoulder, stroke her arms. I shake my head as tears blur my vision.

"I'm here, to stay ... if I may ...."

"Oh thank god!" Daniel says for both of us. "I can't find my socks!"

We all break into laughter. The doorbell rings and I open it to find our actual sitter. I smile at her shocked look when she sees all of us in tears.

"Come in, a family member has returned. We'll still be going out to dinner. I need to call and change our reservations."

I go and settle the details while Amelie steps in making sure that the sitter knows where things are including all the emergency numbers and Thomas's things.

Chapter fourteen

Amelie

Mr. Cliffe leads the way upstairs while Mrs. Cliffe pays the babysitter. Dinner had been an erotic affair with lots of fondling under the table. My panties are soaked with my desire. My mouth's dry with anticipation. We get to their bedroom and Mr. Cliffe turns to me. He hugs me, a warm encompassing embrace.

"Welcome home," he says into my ear.

Those words. They fill me with warmth, my heart swells, I’m as light as air. For a moment, I forget the throbbing ache in my pussy as his words wash over and through me. This is my home. Mrs. Cliffe walks in, sees the two of us in an embrace and waits a moment until he steps back. She walks over to Mr. Cliffe and kisses him with raw passion that ignites the atmosphere in the room with eroticism. She breaks the kiss and walks into her closet.

"Daniel, undress," she orders from there.

Daniel looks at me and for a moment he seems shy and embarrassed but then he's complying. I step forward and assist him. Helping him out of his shirt, running my hands over his pecs and tight abs, then out of his pants and shorts. His massive cock is swollen erect bobbing at attention. I smile at it then look up at him, his eyes are filled with the same lust as in my aching pussy.

Mrs. Cliffe walks out of the closet dressed in the most drop dead gorgeous piece of lingerie I've ever seen. Black satin and mesh cover her body but leave her nipples free and her perfectly trimmed pussy shines wetly through a slit in the crotch. My mouth starts watering at the sight of her. In one hand she dangles a black silk blindfold. She holds it out to me.

"Put this on him," she orders.

I jump to obey. I tie it around his eyes, checking to make sure I tied it correctly then step back and wait for the next order. Mrs. Cliffe eyes me up and down then arches an eyebrow.

"Everything but that necklace," she orders.

I can't suppress my smile as I lose my clothes. Standing naked in front of her critical eye, I am the most beautiful girl on the planet. When she smiles and nods I blush from head to toe, pride fills me.

Mr. Cliffe stands in the middle of the room and Mrs. Cliffe motions me forward. She places a hand on my shoulder and pushes down until I drop to my knees before Mr. Cliffe's massive erection. The first droplets of cum shine on the end of his cock. Mrs. Cliffe wraps a hand in my long hair then pushes me forward until my lips are at his cock. I open up but she stops before it actually enters my mouth. A shake of her hand and I understand instinctively, extending my tongue out and licking him clean.

Mr. Cliffe moans loudly, his cock jumping at the touch of my tongue. Mrs. Cliffe moves my head and I relax to let her control the motions. She slowly works his massive member into my mouth then controls how far I take it in until I gag. She let's my hair go and kneels beside me, taking her husband's cock in her mouth and sliding it straight to her throat without gagging. I watch in awe as she takes it all down. I can see it forcing its way into her throat and moisture slides down my thigh.

She pulls off and scoots to one side. Now we are on either side of his cock and we lean in together to run our tongues in unison up and down his shaft. We trace the length of it as he moans. We slide off the head of his cock and kiss. Her soft lips press against mine, her pink tongue chasing mine. She tweaks my nipples and I moan through our kiss. My wetness is running down my legs. I need to be fucked so badly! We part our kiss, trace down his cock again with our tongues, and then lean back to each other. Everyone is moaning, the smell of sex fills my senses.

Mrs. Cliffe stands up then pushes Mr. Cliffe back towards the bed. She pushes until he's laid out and his erection stands straight up into the air.

She straddles him and I stand to one side watching as she lowers herself onto his hard on. I force myself to keep my hands at my side, my eyes glued to the way her pussy stretches to take in his massive cock. She moans loudly as it pierces her until she rides it all the way down.

She looks over at me lust in her eyes. "Touch yourself," she says in a husky voice.

I don't hesitate. One hand spreads my lips wide while the other rubs my clit enthusiastically.

""She's touching her self Daniel," she moans riding up and down his cock. "It's so fucking hot. Her little nub is at attention, can you smell her?"

"Fuck, yes, may I taste her?"

Mrs. Cliffe smiles, her eyes half lidded as she rides him up and down. She looks over to me and nods which is all the permission I need. I climb up on the bed and straddle Mr. Cliffe's face. As I lower myself his tongue reaches out and finds my hard nub. A shudder runs up my spine so hard I have to grab Mrs. Cliffe to steady myself. One hand lands on her shoulders, the other misses and lands on her breast. She moans loudly. Mr. Cliffe is amazing with his tongue, seeking through my folds, lapping then flicking at my clit.

I knead Mrs. Cliffe with my left hand, my right steadying myself on her shoulder. I watch as his massive member slides in and out of her cunt, spreading her wide each time as she lowers onto it then rises up so that just the head is inside. I lower my left hand down and use my middle three fingers to find her clitoris and rub at it gently.

"Ahhh," she cries throwing her head back in ecstasy.

She picks up speed as she rides him until she's slamming up and down on his cock. I keep rubbing at her nub until at last she rocks forward and screams her pleasure. Her entire body tenses, her nipples stand perfectly erect, chest thrust out. I keep a steady pressure on her clit until the orgasm passes.

When she opens her eyes she leans in and our lips meet. Soft, gentle kisses, restrained passion and my orgasm builds. She sits on Mr. Cliffe's cock while tasting my lips then my release hits me and she thrusts her tongue down my throat. I grab on, pulling her closer to me mashing our breasts together as streams of fire jet through my nerves. I shudder over and over, my nipples stimulated as much as my cunt by her rock hard buds rubbing across them.

As it passes I ease my grip on her, leaning back. We breath heavily as we both climb off of Mr. Cliffe. She stands beside the bed looking at her husband's raging hard on.

She hasn't let him cum yet.

"Ah," she says. "Poor Daniel."

She makes a tsking sound then looks me up and down. I stand still for her inspection keeping my hands to my side. She smiles then looks back at her husband.

"Wouldn't you like to see this young hard body covered in your cum?" she asks him.

"Oh god yes!" he cries out jumping from the bed to his feet.

"Lay down," Mrs. Cliffe orders me. "There, point your hot pussy at Daniel. Yes like that. Now spread your legs, stroke your soft folds."

I follow her orders exactly. She moves Mr. Cliffe to stand between my legs. I scoot to the edge of the bed so that my pussy is just touching his balls, his massive erection hanging over me pointed at my stomach and tits. He starts stroking it as I stroke myself. I grind my hips for him and moan. Mrs. Cliffe stands to the side watching and touching herself.

Suddenly she smacks Mr. Cliffe on the ass hard, forcing his hips forward, the loud sound echoes through the room. He moans and his cock jumps.

"You like jerking off to this little girl," she asks him in a demanding voice. "Stroke that cock. Cover our whore with your hot cum."

I've never seen or heard anything hotter. My need drives through the roof, my pussy spasms and I dive directly for my nub, flicking at it furiously. I use one hand to spread my lips for his view.

"Oh god," I moan. "Cover me Mr. Cliffe. Treat me like your dirty whore. I've been bad, so fucking bad."

"Fuck," he moans.

The sound of his hand moving up and down his cock is slapping wet that gets me even hotter.

"Cum on her Daniel, cover her tight body, soak that pussy with your hot cum," Mrs. Cliffe orders him.

He explodes with a primal grunt.

His cum flies up past my head in a hot spurting stream. The next burst lands on my tits and face then he's covering my stomach. At the first touch of his hot man juice my pussy explodes again and I'm orgasming. Mrs. Cliffe climaxes too, we're all screaming out our pleasure as his hot cream lands all across my body in hot sticky pools.

I close my eyes, flashes of lightning cross my lids, my body shudders over and over and then it's done. I melt back on the bed completely spent. Mr. And Mrs. Cliffe collapse to either side of me, both idly run their hands over me.

"Welcome Home Amelie," Mrs. Cliffe says.

Chapter fifteen

Mrs. Cliffe

"Ma Ma," Thomas says running across the room with his arms out.

I smile down at his dirty little face, covered in the remains of his mid afternoon snack.

"Yes my little man, Mommy loves you!" I grab him up and hold him tight.

The garage door opens followed by the sound of someone entering the kitchen. I smile at Thomas as I carry him there.

"Mrs. Cliffe?" Amelie calls. "I'm home!"

Her pack is laid out on the kitchen bar and she's bent over in the refrigerator. I stop to admire her ass in her new jeans she wore to school today.

"How was school?" I ask.

"Oh it was great! We started going over new business theory models in class and there was a guest lecturer who was just amazing!" Amelie says turning from the fridge.

She reaches out for Thomas who has his arms out reaching back for her.

"Em Em!" he giggles.

"My little man," she says bouncing him on her hip.

"Well, how much homework do you have? Are you keeping up with it okay? Your duties here are not too much?"

"Oh no Ma'am. I'm doing just fine. You and Mr. Cliffe have been so great."

"Good," I say smiling at her. "We want you to do well. Mr. Cliffe has plans for your future you know."

"Yes Ma'am," she says smiling back. "I'll be ready!"

I nod and head towards my office, leaving Thomas with her. Life has a way of working out to give you just what you need. She's the perfect addition to our family. I look at the pictures of the four of us in the hallway.

Yes, she's perfect.