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“You’re hurting me,” she whimpered.

“Not yet, I haven’t.” I released her neck and took a step back. Her eyes shifted to my cock, hard and pointing. “I don’t know what you and that asshole have planned for Christine and I, but it’s not going to happen. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get your ass down on the floor,” I said. “And this stays between us. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, no pictures.”

I left the camera turned off. I put the collar around her neck and secured the restraints. I then cleaned the dildo, rubbed lube on the head and shaft, and turned on the machine. I moved the head to her asshole and let the machine do the rest. Stephanie moaned and pushed back, letting the twelve-inch monster impale her. She grabbed the strap-on and flipped the small switch attached to the belt. She shoved the fake cock into her cunt and whimpered. She came before I could move around her, but that didn’t stop what I did next.

I moved to my knees in front of her and, without a word, stuck my cock into her waiting mouth. She sucked hard and long, attempting to use her hands. She licked the come from my cock, and her eyes met mine. I pulled back, a faint popping sound coming from her mouth when my head pulled out.

“You ever come back to my house again or send someone here, I’ll torture your ass like nothing you’ve ever experienced.” I raised her chin. “This is my world, cunt, and in my world, your money and fame are shit.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When I removed the collar and the restraints, Stephanie grabbed her clothes and climbed the stairs, leaving me alone to dress. Instead of putting on the jeans and polo I wore when we came down to the basement, I grabbed black leather pants from the closet. They fit tight and showed the outline of my dick. I grabbed a white shirt, the cuff and neck lacy. I took a black leather vest from a hangar and pulled it on, grabbing a pair of black boots before leaving the closet.

The mirror told me what I already knew. I’d said fuck it to what people thought of the first floor Jacob King. I was no longer that guy in public. I found it sad that it took a rich bitch like Stephanie to make me realize who I really needed to be. The old Jacob was finally gone.

I passed Stephanie in the kitchen, her sitting on the counter where I’d brought Christine to climax. I felt her eyes on my back and ass. She said nothing, pecking away on her phone. I filled a suitcase and took it and Slim Shady out to the van. Slim Shady smelled the leather pants and barked. Stephanie joined me moments later, eyes still on her phone screen.

“Charles isn’t going to like what you’re wearing,” she said.

“Fire me if neither of you likes it.”

“I didn’t mean to make you mad down there.” She put her phone away and noticed come in her hair.

“Leave it,” I said.

“You can’t talk to me like this when we return.” Fear grew in her eyes, and I knew then that she’d gone off script.

“You need to tell me what’s going on,” I said.

“If you want to be paid, you’ll listen to me.”

Being a nanny was not what I had envisioned. I nodded and let her talk.

Chapter eleven

Christine

Quartermain grabbed a set of keys from the table next to the couch and finished his drink. The smell of scotch was strong, and I guessed it had not been his first drink of the day. He placed the glass on the bar in the far corner and walked to the door. “This way,” he said. “Time to get started.”

“You’re taking me to my apartment?” I assumed Stephanie took Jacob to his house.

“Of course. We need to get you settled before dinner.” He left the room without me, and I hurried to catch him. He didn’t open the van door for me when we got outside. I opened my door and crawled inside.

“This is pretty fucked up,” I said inside the van. “Not really the way I saw this nanny thing going.”

“There’s a winter storm coming this evening,” he said. “We’ll all be snowed in for days. Better to be prepared.”

When we rounded the house, I noticed Jacob’s car was gone. “Did she send Jacob home?”

Quartermain chuckled. “He and Stephanie took a separate van. His car is now parked in one of the garages. You have nothing to worry about, Christine. Your car will be in the garage soon.”

“I don’t understand what you are doing, Mr Quartermain.”

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