As a young school student, Emily needed extra money to pay for her tuition, and babysitting seemed like an easy and lucrative side job. She found a friend of a friend who was in need of a regular babysitter, and soon she found herself at the doorstep of a gorgeous mansion.
Mrs. Jones, Emily’s employer, greeted her warmly, and showed her around the spacious house. Emily couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy as she saw the luxurious furniture, the expensive appliances, and the artful decorations. Emily was just a poor school student, struggling to pay for her basic needs, while Mrs. Jones and her successful husband seemed to have everything they could ever want.
But as Emily met the children she was gonna babysit, she felt a surge of affection and responsibility. The two kids, a boy and a girl, were sweet and funny, and Emily felt an instant connection with them. She promised to take good care of them, to play with them, and to read them bedtime stories.
As Mrs. Jones was about to leave, she suddenly hesitated, and turned to Emily with a serious expression.
“Emily, I have to tell you something important. My husband, Mr. Jones, is a very busy man, and he might come home unexpectedly. If he does, please don’t let him bother you. He has a tendency to be… flirtatious. But don’t worry, I trust you completely. Just call me if you need anything.”
Emily was taken aback by this warning, but she tried to act casual, as if it was a ordinary thing to be told. She thanked Mrs. Jones, and assured her that she would be professional and attentive. But as soon as Mrs. Jones left, Emily couldn’t help but wonder what sort of man Mr. Jones was.
She knew she should focus on the children, but her curiosity got the best of her. She glanced around the house, and saw no sign of Mr. Jones. She listened for any footsteps, any sounds of a car pulling in, but all she heard was the soft hum of the air conditioning.
After a while, Emily decided to check on the children, who were playing in the living room. She smiled at their antics, and joined them in a game of hide-and-seek. But as she crouched behind a sofa, she heard a strange noise. It was a low, breathy sound, like a moan.
Emily froze, her heart racing. Was it Mr. Jones? Was he watching her? She stood up slowly, her eyes scanning the room. But she saw no one. The noise had stopped.
Emily shook her head, scolding herself for being paranoid. She went back to playing with the kids, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut.
As the evening wore on, Emily managed to distract herself with the children’s bedtime routine. She helped them brush their teeth, change into their pajamas, and read them a story. They snuggled against her, their heads on her lap, and listened with wide-eyed wonder to the tale of a princess and a dragon.
But as Emily finished the story, she heard a sound that made her blood run cold. It was the sound of a door opening, followed by a heavy step. She knew it was Mr. Jones.
Emily tried to calm herself, to focus on the children, who were already dozing off, but her eyes kept flickering towards the bedroom door. She heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, and then she saw him.
Mr. Jones was tall and well-built, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. He wore a sophisticated suit, and carried a leather briefcase. He looked like a CEO, or a high-powered lawyer. Emily felt a shiver go down her spine, as she realized he was staring at her with an intense gaze.
“Hello, Emily,” he said in a low voice. “I’m sorry to interrupt your work. I just wanted to say hello to my children.”
Emily nodded nervously, and stepped apart as he approached the bed. She watched him brush a soft kiss on each child’s forehead, and whisper a loving goodnight. She saw the tender expression on his face, the way he caressed their hair, and for a moment she felt a strange emotion stir within her. She felt envy, and desire.
But then Mr. Jones turned to her, and the spell was broken. His eyes were no longer kind, but predatory. His mouth twisted into a smirk, and he took a step towards her. Emily felt her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should back away, or call for help, but she was frozen with fear and curiosity.
“You know, Emily,” he said, his voice velvety and dangerous. “You’re not like most babysitters. You’re… tempting.”
Emily felt a hot flush spread through her body. She tried to stammer a protest, a denial, but her tongue was thick and heavy.
Mr. Jones closed the distance between them, and gently touched her cheek with his hand. Emily felt a jolt of electricity, as his fingers traced her skin. She looked up at him, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered. “You’re too good for this job. You should be in college, enjoying life. Let me take care of you, Emily.”
Emily’s mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Part of her wanted to run away, to scream for Mrs. Jones, or to call the police. But another part of her, a part she had never explored, a part that scared her, wanted to stay, to see what would happen. To let Mr. Jones touch her, kiss her, own her.
Mr. Jones leaned closer, and his lips brushed her earlobe. Emily felt a tremor of arousal, as his breath tickled her skin.
“I know you want me, Emily,” he murmured. “I can see it in your eyes. Don’t deny it. Let me show you how good it can be.”
And then he kissed her.
Emily’s mind exploded with sensation. She felt a rush of heat and pleasure, as his lips crushed hers, his tongue invading her mouth. She tasted his cologne, his masculinity, the forbidden fruit of lust.
She moaned, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Mr. Jones groaned, and deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to her waist, then her hips, then her buttocks. Emily felt his hardness against her, and she gasped, realizing how aroused he was.
Mr. Jones broke the kiss, and looked at her with a fierce gaze.
“Say yes, Emily,” he said. “Say yes to me. Say you want me.”
Emily felt the world spin around her. She knew what he was asking, what he was offering. She knew it was wrong, forbidden, dangerous. But she couldn’t help it. She wanted him too.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Yes, I want you.”
Mr. Jones smiled triumphantly, and lifted her in his arms. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, and hugged him tightly, feeling his strength, his dominance. He carried her to his bedroom, and gently laid her on the bed.
And then he undressed her.
Emily felt a mix of shame and arousal, as he removed her clothes, his eyes greedy and appreciative. She watched with rapt attention, as he exposed her soft white flesh, her rounded breasts, her bare crotch. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also gorgeous, desired, powerful.
Mr. Jones stripped down too, revealing his muscular chest, his sculpted abs, his impressive member. Emily gasped at the sight of him, so big, so thick, so hard. She knew she was in for a wild ride.
Mr. Jones climbed on the bed, and straddled her, his eyes gazing down at her with a fierce passion. He ran his hands over her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her nipples.
Emily moaned, and arched her back, feeling the pleasure consume her. She had never felt this way before, so wild, so intense. She had never been with a man like Mr. Jones, someone who knew how to take control, how to make her scream with pleasure.
And he did.
Mr. Jones made love to her with a fervor she had never experienced. He explored her body with his fingers, his tongue, his lips, his cock. He made her come over and over, filling her with his seed, whispering dirty words in her ear.
Emily lost track of time, forgetting about the children, forgetting about Mrs. Jones. She was lost in a sea of sensation, drowning in pleasure. She felt alive, vibrant, free.
But then, as Mr. Jones collapsed next to her, his chest heaving, his face contorted with ecstasy, Emily realized what she had done. She had broken her contract, betrayed her trust, endangered the children.
She felt a pang of guilt, and shame, and fear.
Mr. Jones sensed her distress, and held her close.
“Don’t worry, Emily,” he said softly. “Everything’s gonna be alright. I’ll take care of you.”
Emily looked at him, and saw a different man. Not the conqueror, not the seducer, but the protector. She felt tears prick her eyes, as she realized how much she had been craving that all along. Not the thrill of forbidden passion, but the comfort of love, the security of family.
She shook her head, and sat up, covering her nakedness with a sheet.
“No,” she said firmly. “No, Mr. Jones. This is wrong. I can’t keep doing this. We have to stop.”
Mr. Jones looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then he sighed, and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“You’re right, Emily,” he said quietly. “We have to stop. This was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
Emily felt relieved, and sad. She stood up, and started to dress herself, trying to ignore the ache in her heart.
Mr. Jones watched her for a while, then got up, and put on his clothes.
Emily felt a surge of hope, and gratitude. She smiled at him, tentatively.
“Thank you, Mr. Jones. I appreciate it.”
Mr. Jones smiled back, and nodded.
“Call me Ethan,” he said. “And thank you, Emily. You showed me what I really wanted. More than money, more than power, more than sex. I want to be a good husband, and a good father. I want to be happy. And you helped me see that.”
Emily felt a warm glow in her chest, as she realized that their forbidden tale of erotic temptation had led them to a brighter, happier future. She didn’t know what lay ahead, but she knew she would at all times cherish the memory of this night, and the lessons it had taught her.
She embraced Ethan, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Goodbye, Ethan,” she said. “And good luck.”
Ethan looked at her, and smiled.
“Goodbye, Emily,” he said. “And thank you. For everything.”
And with that, they parted methods, each with a newfound appreciation for life, love, and babysitting bliss.