Seducing The Nanny Novels & Stories

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

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.

She shouted and kicked the nanny in the stomach, "Drag her down." The nanny almost fell down the stairs in pain and her face instantly went white, "Madam, what do you mean by that?" Serena looked down at the medicine in the bowl, the corner of her mouth coldly hooked, "It's just as well that you don't want me to get pregnant, serving me medicine at this time of the day, is it because you don't think I'll die fast enough?" The nanny didn't dare to answer, and hurriedly kneeled on the floor, "Madam, you've misunderstood."

Katerina recalled how her hands trembled as she slowly injected the sedative liquid, staring at nanny with blurry eyes full of tears. “Please nanny, hold on okay? Don't leave me. I’m sorry but I need to do this. I love you so much .” She said, her words coming out as a whisper. Nanny nodded weakly as the drug began to kick in. “I love…” Nanny wasn't able to finish her words as darkness consumed her. A single teardrop rolled down Katerina’s eyes as she watched nanny's eyes shut, her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage as though it would escape from her chest the next moment.

Ivy’s lips parted, like she was about to tell me to go to hell, but then she hesitated because that would mean disrespecting me— her brother’s doctor for years now. "You want me to what, Doc?" Her voice was hoarse. I assumed roughened by sleepless nights and too many quiet cries. "Be Sophie’s nanny," I repeated, calmer this time. More controlled so she would know I wasn’t kidding.. "You can live in my house. Everything’s free. Shelter, food, anything. All you have to do is look after my daughter, be her mother figure, I’ll pay you well. Bonuses, advance pay, health insurance, overtime pay, paid day offs. Name it."

I will fu**k the nanny so hard and get rid of her, even though she will be a nice asset to my harem. ***** I walked into the house naked after spending about two hours in the pool and I was still hard. I saw no need to put on my robe, my body was still wet from the swim. I didn't mind the water that were dripping to the floor, water stains was the last thing on my mind right now. I want my daughter's Nanny badly, I purely lust for her body. Just one night or two with her would be enough for me, I want to be buried deep inside her.

" Really ? " said nanny with a teary expression . " Yes , I promise you . " said chancellor George with a smile . ' I can do nothing against this woman . She always manages to make me give up , like this . ' thought chancellor George with a forced smile . "Okay , then ! I will wait for her arrival . I hope that you won't make me wait long this time . " said the nanny with a threatening pressure smile .

“This is the only piece of clean information she gave us. We need a nanny for Tifania. A live-in one. Urgently. I snorted, leaning back against the sleek marble countertop of the kitchen. "A live-in nanny? You want to bring some stranger into the Sky Tower? Jule, we have enough secrets tucked away in the Blackwell Vault as it is. We barely tolerate Amanda Quispe knowing the password to the wine cellar. A live-in nanny is a security threat, a walking liability, and probably an endless distraction.

But how would he see me, maybe he would realise that I am not the best fit for a nanny to his son. I shook my head. “I am fine, I just had a little headache, but then,” I took my bottom lips into my mouth and rubbed my hips against his making sure to rub his hard on. The little grunt that escaped from his lips told me I had done a good job at distracting him so I continued. I trailed my hands from his chests to his lower belly then stopped for a second before rubbing his lengthening. My fingers toyed with his belt, eyes studying his expression. If it tightened, if I saw even an inch of retreat there, I would back off. Instead, I saw relief, acquiescence, something just shy of desperation.

Henry announced in a flat tone. The man left the room almost immediately. Henry plopped on his chair and spun it around, and the next person walked in. She was a tall, slim blonde in really high heels. She had on a short tube gown. She sashayed towards them. "Hi," she said with a wink. Henry’s mouth dropped, and his palms covered his face. “You realise my son is barely 5 months old and I am looking for a nanny, not a hooker for him?"