Page 40 of The Christmas Nanny

“This whole thing is a sham and not what it appears to be,” Jacob insisted. “There’s a lot you don’t know.”

“I know you enjoyed going down on Stephanie.” Having been with Samantha, I understood why he enjoyed it. Pussy was warm, soft, and delicious.

“Good morning, kiddos,” Stephanie said. She went straight for the coffee and poured a cup. She spooned in way too much sugar and added a bit of cream. “Sounds like you both got up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“So what are we supposed to do with your eighteen-year-old daughter today?” I asked. “Take her to Build-A-Bear?”

“Funny,” Stephanie said. She ran a finger beneath my chin. Any other time I would have been pissed, but her touch was gentle, like Samantha’s. “Your boss is on his way into town for a meeting, leaving us to entertain Samantha.”

“Entertain her?” I asked.

Stephanie opened the fridge, grabbed yogurt and strawberries, and sat at the kitchen table. She kept her attention on Jacob’s sweatpants. “I have something to show you in my office.”

It didn’t take a brain surgeon to know what she wanted to show. The sadistic bitch was all in with the game and beating Quartermain, whatever winning to them looked like.

“What if I said no?” Jacob said. I missed seeing him in leather clothes. He looked comfortable in leather, like he had finally become what he wanted.

Stephanie turned to me. “Then I’ll take Christine.”

“I’ll go,” Jacob said.

“So will I.” There was no way in hell I was going to be left out.

Stephanie finished the yogurt and strawberries and placed the dish in the sink. “My office is this way.”

We followed Stephanie from the kitchen, her ass twisting too much to ignore. After being with Samantha, I had a burning desire to be with Stephanie. Jacob noticed my stare and nodded. He held a finger to his lips as we entered her office.

“I had this added a few years ago.” She went to the bookshelf behind the desk and grabbed a statue. The bookshelf slid forward, and Stephanie moved behind it. We followed and stopped. She pushed a button on the wall, and the shelf returned to its original spot, sealing us inside her very own erotic dungeon. The room mirrored Jacob’s. “I had it redecorated after I saw your paintings at Tome’s.”

Jacob walked around the room like a child entering Disney World. Completely enthralled, he touched devices hanging on the walls, sat on BDSM furniture, smiled, and went through a rack of clothes in the far corner. He removed a hooded latex catsuit.

“It’s my size,” Jacob said.

“Bought for you.” Stephanie joined him, and I followed like a good little puppy, watching Jacob undress.

Jacob pulled the catsuit on, placed the latex hood around his face, and turned so Stephanie could zip the suit. When he turned around, I stepped back, terrified and intrigued.

“We each have something,” Stephanie said. “Even you.” She pulled a skimpy latex outfit from the rack and handed it to me. “Time to get nasty.”

My suit had lacing from pussy to neck, the entire backside gone, showing my ass. Stephanie’s latex bodysuit, black minus a hood, hugged her ass, with an opening in the back and the crotch.

“You did well,” Jacob said. I hated that I couldn’t see his face. He crossed the room and pushed a button on the wall. Music came to life, grungy, deep, erotic. He turned the music louder and grabbed a paddle from the wall. “Sluts, bend over.”

I did not. Stephanie did, placing her hands on her knees. “Do it,” she said to me.

Jacob moved behind Stephanie, turning his head. He gave me the paddle, and I shook my head.

“No,” Stephanie said, but she stayed bent over. “Not her.”

“You spank this slut until she’s begging you for mercy,” Jacob said. He moved a hand between my legs, groping the wetness. His dick pressed heroically against the latex, and it was all I could do not to break it free and put it in my mouth. Fuck, he was hot.

I swung the paddle, smacking Stephanie on the left asscheek. She cried out, and I hesitated to repeat, though I found spanking a woman to be highly erotic. Most men I’d dated before Jeremy wanted the same treatment, but this was the first time with a woman.

“Do it again,” Jacob demanded. “I want to hear her beg. I want to see her pussy wet.”

“Do it,” Stephanie said. Jacob had her wrapped around his little finger.

I smacked Stephanie’s ass again, but this time I did it again and again until she begged me to stop.

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