Willamina's second day was coming to an eventful end. Her luggage had finally been delivered by her former hotel later than promised. It appeared that her employer Nick Benson's negligence had gotten the best of him and had insisted on it be brought to her by the end of the day. Money and power had that final say.
She had barely seen Nick all day long except to eat lunch and play with his daughter. For once clothed. While not perfect he had thought ahead when dealing with his child so closely. Willa did note that he had a respectable climate about him when up close to Grace. Looking bad would not make a good impression. A famous erotica author handling his baby in the nude would not go over well should some aggravating paparazzi come scaling his walls. Of course, he had the best alarms that money could by to warn him of intruders. None the less, Nick Benson was the furthest thing from ever being any pedophile. The man could likely get any woman he wanted without stooping so low as to helpless infants. Nick Benson was definitely a good father if not for that nudist habit.
Willa's own childcare techniques were found charming throughout the remainder of the day until Grace was off to bed for the night. Once down with her pachyderm pals the elephants in her crib, sweet baby Grace was out like a light. Satisfied that the infant was not going to wake up the second she turned away Willa left for her private bedroom and took a shower.
After their chapter reenactment last night, she just knew Nick was watching her every move. There was no question in her mind that he had some form of camera watching her. She truthfully didn't care if he did spy on her, it rather turned her on. As if knowing for a certain she gave him the best showerhead show that she could conceive. Not only sensually soaping her body and teasing herself with a hint of delightful satisfaction, but that removeable love gun was used on her clitoris with vibrant results, her eyes begging to be paid attention to. Best job ever! Paid to be a nanny, paid to be a showgirl. Paid to be Sara it seemed.
Hot and steamy over with, Willa dried herself and left her towel to roam her quarters in the buff. Unpacking her own outfits and hanging them up she resisted any immediate desire to get dressed. Choosing instead to paint her nails to look her best, brush and blow-dry her fiery red mane and lotion every inch of her succulent body in delicate sweeps. Finished with her pampering show whether she was truly being watched or not she decided to get dressed. A change into a darling white set of stretchy shorts and a thin cropped style tank top combo made her feel sexy. Perfume spirited from head to toe the final touch led to her departure downstairs and to the kitchen.
Dishwasher unloaded, she found places for the clean items while rummaging through the cupboards to familiarize herself better. Bending over to peer under the island counter she felt an intruder nearby but remained active, sensing she was being checked out. Nick had snuck up behind her like a ninja. Gouged between her thigh gap by a huge penis, purely by accident, she shot up straight and turned around to face him taking his penis along with her as if a turnstile barricade. Ouch! Served him right! Yelping at her surprise she held a hand between her chest which tightened her top into a vivid display of jagged nipples. "Nick! You startled me."
Not a single word, merely a smirk, he posed two copies of the next chapter before her. "I'll live! So will you! Rough draft. Ready to read?"
"Read? No. Act. Yes, I think I'm ready."
"Good. To the family room. I have a fire started. Let there be wine."
"Oh, boy! I'm a light weight. I told you I never drink."
"Tonight, you imbibe." Like yesterday. Geez!
"If Sara drinks. I drink." She giggled. "For I must be toasty to climb that final mountain."
"That's the spirit. Dorian approves!"
Following his muscular nudity like a moth to a flame she fawned after him to the far side of the house where a secondary family room was arranged. A large brick fireplace crackled with an open flame. In front of it was a bear skin rug. Chills! Nipples hardening even tighter at the possibilities presented.
"Is that rug real?"
"Purchased in Alaska. Come sit on the couch. I'll pour Sara some wine." Complying she went so far as to lure her thin tank top shoulder supports off of said shoulders and let the crop slither down toward her bosom. After all that had occurred during last night's reading and what came after in her bedroom she was wet beyond fantasy. Reading another of Nick's books earlier during her down time she was fixated on being a leading lady. Returning with two glasses of white wine Nick settled down beside her.
"First we talk. Then we toast."
"Okay. Talk! I'm all ears."
"I need to be certain you are clear that these readings are merely an act of inspiration. Last night went further than even I anticipated. If I hurt you in any way I apologize."
"I am totally fine. It's been ages since I let myself go. My ex-boyfriend Matt and I only slept together about ten times total. Still, I've had some pent-up adrenalin after two years. My biggest worry is hurting Claire over this."
"Claire will be fine. She knows that I am desperate for inspiration. Your youthfulness has already conceived dozens of new ideas. However, we should try not to go too far. I will not thank you for what you did. Should I become too valiant I will lose momentum."
"We wouldn't want that. Never say you're sorry even if I get a little spooked. I aim to follow your lead as much as my nerves allow. If that is what Dorian wants." She most certainly did.
Nick chuckled, "No. Dorian is a Master. He craves the hunt. The challenge! The dominance! The unsettling conquest."
"And Sara needs loads of discipline and teaching."
"She is a clean slate. Her desire to please Dorian has no barriers."
"Do you think that I am a clean slate?"
"Yes, I do." He frowned. "Your destiny will be written by Dorian."
"I'll admit, as terrified as I was, Dorian really turned me on. Part of my real soul wants Dorian. But you're Nick. You are happily married. Both are handsome, with muscles that make a girl squeamish in all of the right places. I'm a lowly nanny. But I feel as if I can push myself just like Sara. I mean, I want to if Dorian tells me to. Possible hint there Nick." She batted her lashes.
"Noted! A very sexy nanny you are. Your body is incredible. Those tits are perky and perfectly poised. I will not recite that verse three times fast." He grinned at her, "That ass of yours is near a perfected heart shape demanding adoration. Well-rounded in a twerking sort of curvaceous display. Sara is enticing I will give her that. Dorian would own no less."
"My name is Willa. Own Sara, pay Willa. I don't think you will be sorry you employed both."
"As long as we both know where our reality begins and ends." He sipped his wine. Oh, he knew exactly where it ended, but he was in no immediate hurry. Lessons and molding first!
"A toast then." She raised her lute, "To Sara whose eagerness to learn will likely blind her."
"Too Dorian whose eagerness to train Sara will likely blindfold her."
They clink glasses and drink their fill. A silent stare between them gives her goosebumps, his huge cock rising before her eyes without coverage of any kind. He was taunting her, searching for her appetite. His penis thick, veiny, and purple, precum weeping, he finished off his wine with a hiss.
"What's this chapter about?"
"The beast within."
Her eyes flared up, "Sounds Grizzly." A giggle she pointed at the bearskin rug.
"Your script my dear." He grinned. "Look it over and improvise as you did last night." She read parts of it, absorbing the necessary actions and reactions. As she did Nick massaged his beast just enough to keep him strong and tight. Her eyes trembled as much as her limbs while she processed all things Sara, her peripheral vision enjoying his stimulations to her side. Discarding her copy onto an end table she stood up and moved between his legs. Kneeling down she lowered her gaze at the floor.
"Sara kneels respectfully for Dorian. Her gaze concealed out of shame. She is unworthy of her savior."
Nick in response glared down at her, at the angle his erection appeared directly under her chin, inspiration in itself. "Dorian broods on his throne, sneering down at Sara. Her life is his, yet she fills him with doubt. He needs his scepter to truly rule. That scepter rests in his lap. She has offered it up to him, but it rests wearily."
"Sara is blanketed by her inability to make Dorian smile. Her skin crawls for lack of oxygen. She must shed her skin to be reborn under his will."
Willamina lifted her tank top up and over her head to toss it aside. She then fell back, nothing to obstruct her fall in order to pull her shorts from her hips and off of her toes. Willa then returned to her knees in a respectable pose of subservience.
"Dorian maintains his stature." Nick recites, "He admires her new form. It fills his soul with hope." A deafening sigh disrupts that emotion, "Still, his scepter wanes."
"Sara admires the scepter and desires to offer her life to its power, its meaning to exist." Nick grinned at Willa's eyes dancing in the fire.
"You really want to suck this dick, don't you, Willa?" Now who was deviating from the script.
"Sara does. Okay, I do too. Who are we in this moment?" She creased her brow with confusion.
Stroking his cock Nick wagged it at her then pressed his length back against his abdomen, holding it firmly there. In doing so his swollen balls bowled out toward her.
