It was a dark and stormy night when Lily arrived to babysit for the Joneses. As she entered the imposing mansion on the edge of town, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She had at all times found Mr. Jones attractive – he was tall, with piercing blue eyes that looked right through her, and a strong jawline that made her weak in the knees. But now that she was alone with him, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of danger mixed with desire.
Mrs. Jones had mentioned that she and her husband were gonna be out late, and that Lily was free to watch whatever she liked on the TV in the living room. As she settled down on the comfortable leather couch, she realized that she was alone in the house with Mr. Jones. The wondered made her heart beat faster, and her palms grew clammy.
But she tried to focus on the show she was watching – some silly sitcom about teenagers in high college. It was hard to concentrate, though, with the sound of the rain lashing against the windows, and the way the lightning illuminated the room every few minutes.
Suddenly, there was a crackle of electricity in the air. The lights flickered, and the TV went dark. Lily froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She was alone in an unfamiliar house, with no light except for the occasional flash of lightning. She knew logically that there was nothing to be scared of, but her imagination got the better of her, and she felt a creeping sense of dread.
Just then, she heard footsteps in the hallway. They were slow and deliberate, and they grew louder with each passing second. Lily’s throat went dry – was it Mr. Jones, coming to check on her? Or was it something else, something far more sinister?
The sound grew louder, until finally the door opened. Lily let out a sigh of relief as she saw Mr. Jones standing there, looking calm and collected as at all times.
“Sorry about that, Lily,” he said, closing the door behind him. “It seems we’ve had a power outage. I’ll go check the fuse box, see if I can get the lights back on.”
Lily felt a warmth spread through her as she watched him walk away. She couldn’t help but admire the way his broad shoulders filled out his suit jacket, or the way his tight pants hugged every curve of his muscular legs. She thought what it would be like to touch him, to feel his skin against hers.
But the wondered quickly disappeared as Mr. Jones returned, his face grim. “It looks like the storm knocked out a transformer,” he said. “We’re not going to have power for a while.”
Lily nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment. She had been looking forward to spending the evening watching TV and maybe sneaking a few snacks from the Joneses’ well-stocked fridge. But now, with the power out, there wasn’t much to do.
Mr. Jones apparently had a different idea, though. “I have a few candles upstairs,” he said, gesturing for Lily to follow him. “We can at least see each other’s faces.”
Lily felt her heart skip a beat as she mounted the stairs behind him. She was acutely aware of his broad back, and the way his perfectly-formed butt moved beneath his pants. She couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like underneath his clothes.
As they entered the master bedroom, Mr. Jones went to a dresser and pulled out a pair of candles. He lit them carefully, and the warm glow filled the room.
Lily looked around, admiring the opulent decor. She had never been in the Joneses’ bedroom before, and she was struck by the sense of luxury – silk sheets, plush rugs, and a huge four-poster bed with a carved headboard.
But her attention was quickly drawn back to Mr. Jones, who was standing close to her now. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing.
“Are you scared, Lily?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.
She swallowed hard, feeling a surge of lust in her belly. “A little,” she admitted.
He stepped closer, so that their bodies were almost touching. “Do you want me to hold you?” he asked, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
She nodded, feeling a sense of excitement mixed with fear. She didn’t know what was gonna happen next, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted it.
Slowly, Mr. Jones wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her close. She could feel his chest pressed against her back, and his breath hot on her neck. She shivered, feeling the sensation ripple through her body.
He began to nuzzle her neck, his lips trailing kisses on her skin. Lily moaned softly, giving in to the pleasure. She knew that this was wrong, that she was here to babysit the Joneses’ children, not to have an affair with the father. But she couldn’t help herself – the temptation was too great.
As Mr. Jones continued to kiss her, his hands began to roam over her body. He traced her curves with his fingers, and she felt a jolt of electricity every time he brushed against her breasts or her thighs.
Finally, unable to withstand any longer, Lily turned around and faced him. Their eyes met, and she could see the desire smoldering in his gaze. Without a word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Lily responded eagerly, her tongue seeking his as she pressed her body against his. She could feel his erection growing hard against her, and she knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Suddenly, he pulled away, his eyes dark with lust. “I want you, Lily,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “I’ve wanted you for months now.”
“I know,” she whispered, feeling a sense of recklessness take hold of her. “I want you too.”
With that, they fell onto the bed together, their bodies entwining in a frenzy of desire. Mr. Jones tore off her clothes, his hands rough and demanding as he explored every inch of her body.
Lily gasped as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking expertly over her clit. She had never experienced such pleasure before, and she couldn’t help but moan his name as he brought her to climax.
But the ecstasy was only beginning. Mr. Jones moved on top of her, his hard cock poised at the entrance to her dripping pussy. Slowly, he pushed inside, and Lily felt her walls stretch to accommodate him.
He began to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic. Lily responded eagerly, matching him stroke for stroke. She felt his hot breath on her ear, his words driving her wild with desire.
“You’re mine, Lily,” he growled. “Mine to use however I want. You’re my little slut now.”
Lily whimpered as she felt herself hurtling towards a second orgasm. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, that it could ruin her life forever. But in that moment, she didn’t care – all she wanted was the pleasure that Mr. Jones was giving her.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, she came again, her body writhing beneath him. Mr. Jones followed soon after, his hot seed spilling inside her.
They lay there for a long moment, both panting and sweating. Lily knew that she should feel guilty, that she should be rushing out of there before the Joneses came home. But as she lay there in Mr. Jones’ arms, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
She knew that what they had done was forbidden, that it would have consequences. But in that moment, she didn’t care – all she wanted was to be with him, to feel his strong arms around her once more.
As they lay there, the candles flickering in the darkness, Lily knew that she was trapped in a web of forbidden desire. But somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was his, body and soul, and she would do anything to stay there, in his arms, forever.