Erotic Nanny Novels & Stories

“My mother was able to find a suitable nanny for him and the two get along very well. She is crazy about him while Xanne is so consumed by her own affairs. This nanny is a great help.” After giving a subtle nod and taking one final glance at the two, I continued my way. Yet I sense the nanny's intense gaze piercing into my back. Era sits up straight and continues to stare at them until they disappear from our sight. As I stand beside Harad in silence in the elevator, Era starts to get restless. 'Cissy, did you not see the resemblance between this pup and our own?' she exclaimed in surprise. 'His scent and that smile! I swear he's ours.'

King Eric said to me, I raised my head to look at him, I never knew Ling Eric found he this sweet with anyone, he has always been the tough type that doesn’t let anyone have access to him but now hews turned into a complete lover boy and at this point he cannot be helped. “ I need to go take care of the kids now.” I said to King Eric and stood up from where I was sitting. The moment I got up I looked towards the stairs and I sighted the kids nanny, she looked lost in thought as she was looking at me and King Eric, I decided to go closer to her to know if I wasn’t seeing things. “Hey.” She still didn’t hear me until I went closer to her and tapped her on her shoulder. “What’s going on? Why a

Rose smiled and Sylvia released a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Nice to meet you" Sylvia smiled back. "Okay, so who is she? Is she your girlfriend!" Rose faced Damien with furrowed brows and Sylvia waited anxiously for his answer. "Err.. she is.." Damien stuttered not knowing what to say. "It seems so" Kathy spoke up and Sylvia and Damien faced her. "What?" She shrugged. "Don't mind her, I am their nanny" Sylvia said. "What! A nanny, how many days have you been here?" Rose asked.

Each piece there carried memories of submissive bodies, of pleading voices, of moans between pain and pleasure. But as I walked through the space, memories did not surface. It was Kyra. Her mouth compressed when she apologized. Her eyes always fleeing mine. Her soft voice, so easy to bend. It was her I saw bound to the chains. It was her voice I imagined saying "yes, sir." Just like when she calls me Blackthorne. I needed to end that. I could not allow a nanny to consume me. I then chose a woman from the club. Brunette, light eyes, similar to her in an almost sick way — or truly sick.

Chapter fifty: break me "This is my one and only nanny, the one who raised me while mama was chasing dollar bills, the one and only woman I would gladly give my life for. The...." "Miss please, I'm not all those things." Karen rolled her eyes. Typical Beulah. "Please stop, you're making her uncomfortable." Karen said. The nanny was a woman in her mid fifties. She was tall and had entirely gray hair and kind blue eyes. She had a gentle smile on her face. Karen could feel her aura, and she felt relieved. This woman was one of the best left.

Crayon dust smudged one cheek. He should have told her to go to bed. But he didn't. The probationary nanny leaned back on one hand, hair falling loose, sweater sleeves pushed up to her elbows. There was a smear of green glitter near her collarbone. She'd fought with the storm windows earlier and lost. Still, she looked at ease here, in this flickering warmth, as if the dacha hadn't already rejected her three times. There it goes again. The slight pull of attraction and parts of his anatomy are starting to wake up. And it shouldn't have been. Not for her of all people.

The second test came on the morning of the ninth day, and it came disguised as an administrative matter. She arrived in the kitchen at seven for Luca's breakfast and found a man sitting at the table who was not Luca and was not anyone she had met. He was about forty-five, grey at the temples, in an expensive casual shirt, and he was eating toast with the ease of someone who had been eating toast in this kitchen for years. He looked up when she entered and smiled with the warmth of someone who wanted something. You must be the new nanny, he said. I'm Sal. Old family friend.

Theme: Billionaire and the Nanny "Mr. Stan!" Poppy flushed, covering her tits at the sight of her billionaire boss standing by the hot tub. She had been caught red-handed. She was supposed to be babysitting the hot nerdy Ethan Stan's son—Eric but little Eric fell asleep, and Poppy was bored. She had wandered around the mansion, one of the wealthiest homes in the entire world, and had found Ethan Stan's extremely large jacuzzi.

"You'd better stop this, or I'll fire you and kick you out of my house!" That answered everyone's questions. Whispers started to spread. "Ah, no wonder they share a home. Her mother's his nanny." "She seems decent enough, but she's a gold digger. I can't believe she's claiming Mr. Solomon committed bigamy." "You know women like her. They can do anything for status. If you want them to kill their parents for it, they would do it." I heard everything, and I gave Yvonne a smirk. Her smile was freezing up faster than hot water turning into ice at near absolute zero temperature.

"Do you mind getting the hell out of the way? I came to work…not watch amateur porn." "Rude!" Blondie exclaimed. "Who's that, babe?" Axel's eyes met mine for a second, and he held my gaze. The blue in his eyes darkened, a mesmerizing shade of the night sky, and he licked his bottom lips, again. I felt my stomach drop, a tickling sensation rising from my lower abdomen under the intensity of his seductive gaze. "She's…the nanny." Axel spelled out slowly, never taking his eyes off me. "An interesting piece of fuck."