by Amber Heart
Vanessa and Rosalie are still best friends, although they mostly speak over the phone because Vanessa has been traveling since she dropped out of college. It just wasn’t for her, but now she is living life and having fun. Who can fault that? Some of the stories she shares with Rosalie are incredible. The last time she phoned Rosalie, she had a pygmy sloth dangling from her neck on Isla Escudo de Veraguas, a small island near Panama. Now she’s somewhere in Australia enjoying the sun and culture.
Blaze quickly got over Eric and ended up in Hollywood as a hairstylist for actresses. She’s incredibly well known and fought over, sometimes she’s even flown out to places and events. She’s had the chance to travel all over doing what she loves. Can you ask for anything else?
Rosalie visits her family often and she treats them to days out and helps with money every now and then. It’s the least she could do for the life they provided her. Her parents are incredibly proud of her and they live out their lives in peace, happily retired.
Eric and Rosalie have a surprise that they can’t wait to share with their family and friends. For the last few months, they have been trying to introduce a new member to the family. Last week the pregnancy test finally came back positive! They’re going to have a child! Eric is just as giddy as Rosalie and is so eager to share the news with his family. But he is restraining himself for now. They both want to surprise everyone at the same time when they hold a party next week. It’s going to be amazing!
All week they’ve been coming up with names. It took them a while, but they’ve both agreed on Jake if it is a boy, and Lucy if it is a girl. They’ve already cleared out a room for the nursery and started looking at baby proofing the house. Rosalie can’t wait to hear Vanessa scream with joy. She can already picture the look on her face when she finds out - it’s going to be such a fun week!
Eric is unsure how his parents will react, but he knows his sister is going to be over the moon. She’ll want to look after Jackie and the baby all the time, which will really come in handy when they both need a break from crying and changing diapers. Rosalie keeps reassuring him that his parents will be nothing but supportive. He’s just worrying about the old days when they first started dating. There hasn’t been a problem for years.
It’s not going to be easy raising a child, it never is. But Eric and Rosalie have built a very successful life between them and they will try their absolute best. The love and compassion between the two of them cannot be faulted. No matter what happens, you can sleep easy knowing that this child will be adored and supported its whole life. This wonderful duo will go to the ends of the Earth to make sure this child has the life it deserves.
Tied Up And Teased
Billionaire BDSM Erotica
By Amber Heart
Today was a day for all things summer. The least amount of clothing possible, icy-cold cocktails, and floating around in the pool was her plan. All Kara had to do was wait until Mr Zachariah left for the office and she’d be set. When little Mia had her morning nap, Kara would don her micro-bikini, mix up her fake cocktail, and loll in the inflatable pool chair pretending she was the lady of the manor.
She loved summer just for this reason. This was her second season here babysitting Mia Zachariah whose mother had passed away in a sudden accident a year ago. Such a very sad story. Mr Zachariah was pretty broody and mostly grumped instructions at her. But Kara was always polite to him.
He actually didn’t seem that much older than her. She’d just had her nineteenth birthday, and she’d heard he was twenty-eight. His wife was the most beautiful woman Kara had ever laid eyes on, and she loved to look at all the photos still up on the walls of Trudy Zachariah in her many evening gowns.
Kara dreamt that she was Mrs Zachariah, doing her charity work and representing the owner of one of the world’s richest companies. Going to formal dinner after formal dinner. Rubbing shoulders with the famous. Talking with billionaires like they were mates at the local pub. How she wished for a life like that. The glamor, the travel, the fame. Kara wanted it all.
“I’m going now, Kara. See you at five-thirty.” His deep voice sounded as Kara picked up Mia and washed the breakfast from her face.
“Okay, Mr Zachariah. We’ll see you then.”
He nodded and came in very close to kiss his daughter on the cheek. “Behave, Pumpkin.”
Kara tried not to breath in his cologne and unique male aroma. She loved hot sex as much as the next person but not with a brick. The only time emotion entered into his stratosphere was with his daughter and Kara was happy to keep it that way. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him but he had something about him that made her wary. He was not a man you made an enemy out of.
He left the mansion and she heard his BMW back out of the garage and drive away. Kara finished fixing Mia and sang her a song then read her favourite book and she was off the sleep for the morning. Punctuality must run in their family because never once had Mr Zachariah been late, early or anything else other than right on time.
Kara came out of the day nursery; yes, the baby had two rooms. One upstairs and one downstairs for the day sleeps. Both of which were larger than Kara’s whole apartment. This place seemed so gigantic to her. She dreamed of one day living just like this for real. She just needed a billionaire to marry.
Of course, living in a run-down bedsit in the poorest side of the city certainly couldn’t be further away from her dreams. She’d hoped to meet some of Mr Zachariah’s friends during this nanny job and give a few shakes of her perfectly-sculpted butt to get them falling over her.
Trouble was, he never had friends, at least, not coming around here. Mia was a very subdued child with mild manners and so Kara had a lot of time on her hands when she was working. The pay was awesome and she kept herself as busy as she could to save from feeling guilty for not doing much. Floating on the pool was doing something, right?
No other staff were in the place now. The cleaners and breakfast cook came and went early, and the evening meal staff didn’t get in until five. Mr Zachariah came home at five-thirty every afternoon to be with his daughter. He never said much more than thank you and see you tomorrow to Kara. She went out to the pool area with the monitor.
She had her bikini on under her clothes, so she stripped off and stretched her arms up over her head, elongating her body. That felt good. She ran into the bar to make her mocktail and carried it out and checked the monitor once again.
The water was like a bath around her thighs as she pulled the floating chair towards and clambered in. Once comfortable she took her drink of the side of the pool and pushed the chair off with her feet to spiral out into the middle of this huge pool. Sunglasses on and one earbud in to her music pod, she sipped her drink and relaxed back into the chair.
Thank fuck it was Friday today and Kara was itching to get out and let off some proverbial steam at the club tonight with her friends. She was in need of some crazy monkey sex because talking to a two-year-old all day, every day, left her craving her friends’ conversations. Also being here all day and then going home to a tiny, damp, lonely room was depressing.
Today it was hot and she decided to work on her seamless tan. The top half just for fifteen minutes. Kara carefully slipped off her bikini top and let the sun warm her large, firm breasts and sensitive nipples. She loved how it made them hard and then soft and pliable, but as soon as she touched them they were erect again.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice boomed.
Kara froze as Mr Zachariah’s voice registered in her brain. She spilled her cocktail and tipped over the chair in her manic effort to get to the side and get out and explain. Her job was gone now. Damn, she’d have to move back home to her drug-fucked parents. No way. She’d do anything.
She found her footing and caught her breath. Then she took off her sunglasses and walked to the side of the pool to the steps. It was all or nothing.
“Mr Zachariah. I wasn’t expecting you. You frightened me.”
“Don’t expect me to apologize. You are supposed to be caring for my daughter. Why are you lazing around my pool drinking my alcohol?”
Kara stuck her hands on her slender hips and she was well aware of her full, plump breasts moving as she talked. “Now wait a minute. I’m not lazing, I’m relaxing, and my drink was a mix up mocktail I bring in a bottle. I had no alcohol in it. I’m not about to get lit when I have Mia to care for. I took a bottle of your lemonade and adequate refreshments are a part of my contract here.”
“It doesn’t change the fact that Mia might need something and you’re here floating around like some damn sea nymph.”
Kara could see his agitation but she had a theory a good portion of it was sexual frustration and not anger at her. “With respect, sir. Mia sleeps like clockwork, as you know. Plus the monitor has a screen in every room plus a portable version, which is right here.” She picked it up and waved it in his face and then put it down again.
“What else am I supposed to do? Sit around and fuck myself?”
“Kara! You shouldn’t talk like that.”
“I’m nineteen I’ll talk however I fucking want. What are you going to do about it?”
A look came over his face then and Kara almost took a step back.
“I’ll show you what I’ll do about it. Walking around half naked with those tits on show. Anyone might see you and think you’re here for the taking.” He took off his jacket and undid the button on his white shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.
“Maybe I am. I’m so bored I think I’d fuck any man who came along.”
“You shouldn’t talk like that.”
“Go fuck yourself.” Kara saw his face redden and his eyes burned as he stared at her.
When he lunged, she had no time to avoid his vice grip around her wrist. He yanked her close to him and Kara’s pussy throbbed. The look was hungry for her. He was hungry for her.
“I’ll show you who’s boss around here, Kara. This is one lesson you’ll never forget, young lady.”
He walked off inside, dragging her behind him by the wrists. She never imagined he could be so strong. But he was powerful. Up the stairs they went and long the corridor. Kara said nothing because if she played along she might keep her job, and because the way he was being dominant now really turned her on.
“I’ll show you what I do to bad girls, Kara. What I haven’t done in a long time.”
He threw his bedroom door open and pulled Kara inside. She gasped and he let her wrists go and slammed the door. This was a full blown kink chamber. Kara was definitely nervous now, but also curious as hell.
He stormed over to a draw and drew out a wide wooden paddle. Then he walked up to her. I should spank you with this.” He waved the paddle in her face, “until those tanned cheeks are red and you’re begging for mercy.
Kara looked down and saw a rather big bulge at the front of his suit pants. He was turned on as hell. She could see his cock was generous and she wanted him to use it.
Mr Zachariah threw the paddle across the room and Kara gave a sudden jump.
“But I can’t. You aren’t my wife, and you can’t be my submissive like she was. Go home, Kara. I’d come home to give you the day off. It would’ve been her birthday today and we always had a very special plans. I couldn’t bear to be at work like it was just another day.”
“I want to stay. Mr Zachariah…Damien…pretend I’m her.”
“I can’t do that. We had years of practice together…”
“Train me.”
Damien stared at her. “I can’t. If I train you. You’d be mine. Forever.”
“Train me.” Kara had moved closer and now squeezed his solid cock through his pants.
“You don’t understand, you’d have to be my wife.”
“I understand.”
He frowned and looked away. Kara took the chance to rub him harder still and press her breasts close to him. “If you don’t train me, I’ll find someone else too.” She was right into teasing him right now.
“Kara, I’m dark.”
“I’m willing to trial it. Let’s see where this takes us.”
He took her hand again and she followed him willingly. She’d never had this level of wanting anything. She was going to make this happen.
To her surprise he drew her close and kissed her tenderly. She melted into his kiss. His lips and tongue perfect in their dance over hers. Then he pulled back and spoke against her lips.
“You’re so young, so vibrant. But you see this isn’t about cumming for me, it’s about inflicting pain on you and getting you off harder than you ever imagined. I just need to let my emotions out. But we don’t have time now to get into it properly.”
Kara knew it would only be an hour before the child woke up but she was horny as hell and she needed to cum.
“I need you to make me cum. I don’t care how, but I need release whether you fuck me or not.”
He pulled her over to a padded bench and put her on her back. Kara was helpless as he strapped her to it with her legs spread wide. She could barely move and yet she wasn’t scared. Somehow she could tell he had her there for her enjoyment.
With expert fingers he pulled her bikini bottoms aside and massaged her aching clit. Kara shuddered under his touch. He knew just where to touch her to make it feel like electricity arcing through her body.
“Holy fuck. I want to cum already.”
Damien stopped touching her, got naked and put on a condom. His very fine and large cock was pressed to her entrance now and he thrust just a little to sink the head of his erection inside her. She cried out because she’d never had a cock so fat. It hurt, but she needed this so bad, and it wasn’t anywhere near all the way in yet.
She was at a perfect level for him to thrust into her without anything getting in the way. This was an amazing feeling of being helpless and not to have control. But she knew she only had to say the word and he’d stop. Stopping was the last thing on Kara’s mind right now.
“Make me take it, Damien. Sink your fat cock inside me and fuck me hard.”
He’d picked up a swishy cane and he landed it softly across the back of her leg. It didn’t exactly hurt but she felt it for sure. He gave her about three soft whacks on each leg and moved the head of his penis just inside of her clenching hole and back out of her again.
Kara wished she could writhe or pull back or something but she was strapped securely. This time the cane landed with a little more force and the sting brought tears to her eyes. Not enough for them to overflow but she knew the tears weren’t far off. She struggled for control and focused on his other hand playing with her pulsing clit.
“God. Fuck! Just make me cum. Just make me cum!”
Surely, she’d go crazy if he didn’t sink that cock inside her right now. Kara may’ve yelled the words out loud even.
“You’re so snug. I’ll have to make my cock fit inside you. This will hurt but not forever, unless you want it to.” He smiled leaned over to brace his hands either side of her on the bench and thrust his cock in hard. “I’ve been watching you, Kara. Wanting to have you in so many ways.”
Damien rammed his cock up to the very hilt and just kept on shunting himself deep inside. He took a nipple into his mouth as he leaned over her and pulled it with his teeth.
Kara almost blacked out but the good vibes centred on her insides and the pleasure overrode the pain. Soon he was thrusting full length into her again and she thrashed her head from side to side begging for the release that skirted her body. If she could move she’d put her fingers on her clit and toy until she came.
“You want to cum, bitch, don’t you?”
Kara nodded and she felt tears run down her face. She wasn’t hurting, it was pure emotions. So many feelings bubbled inside that Kara wasn’t sure if she was angry, sad, frustrated, or happy. That felt so weird.
He pulled out of her and laughed. “You can’t cum until I say so. I could keep you here all night and never let you cum. But I
can cum whenever I want. I say what happens to you.”
Kara wasn’t sure where he was heading with this but he’d stopped touching her and that wasn’t getting her any closer to orgasm. “Please. Mr Zachariah. Just play with my clit a little. I’ll come so fast.”
“There’s the whole matter of you using my pool. I’m not sure you deserve to have an orgasm.” He walked around her with the bamboo cane and traced it over her body. Her nipples went ever harder and ached when he flicked them with the cane.
“I’m sorry. I won’t use it again. I promise.”
He laughed. “You promise, do you? Let’s have some insurance against that, shall we?”
He went over to the big drawers and opened one up. He stood a while as if deciding what he was going to do. “I think, seeing as I’m home to take care of my daughter, that you can have some time out to think about what you’ve done.”
“Are you leaving me here, like this?”
“Yes. But don’t worry, you won’t be cold as the heating is on and you’ll have some company.” He turned around and he had two vibrators, one was slender with graduated bumps and the other was about six inches long and fairly thick.
“What are you doing with those?” Kara had never used toys before, well not unless she was alone and not in this way.
“I’m filling you up with them and turning them on the lowest setting. I can’t have you not ready for me when I come back. You’ll be safe. The good news is I have a monitor set up for this room to, so I’ll be able to see and hear you.”
