And, right now, what he wants more than anything is a babysitter to watch his two children, Max and Casey. Evan is recently widowed and his full-time nanny was forced to move out of town on short notice.
Needless to say, he finds himself in a bind. And, who better to help him with his predicament than his impressionable (and willing) nubile young intern?
When Savannah learns of Evan’s needs she’s ready to assist him in any way she can. However, in her excitement, the inexperienced Savannah makes an error in judgement that cannot go unpunished.
And, Evan Thomas is man who holds everyone accountable.
Will Savannah learn the error of her ways and serve Evan as he commands or will she require extensive training under his watchful eye?
Twists, turns and a stunning climax you won’t soon forget are all revealed within!
WARNING: This 8,300+ word story contains graphic scenes of spanking, discipline/punishment, intense oral sex, and first time anal sex. All participants in this title are 18 years of age or older.
An Excerpt from the Book:
“I am not a slut.” I demanded softly, barely a whisper this time.
“Yet, you are desperate to suck my cock, aren’t you Savannah?” he asked suspiciously.
I lingered for a moment… I wasn’t a slut. Was I? My mind was in a fog of desire. I don’t know if I really didn’t know or if I didn’t care anymore. All I knew was that I wanted his beautiful cock more than anything.
“Yes sir…” I said, capitulating.
“And, that’s because you are a slut isn’t it Savannah?” he asked once more.
I nodded in silent agreement, looking up at him hungrily.
“Say it.” He ordered as he returned my gaze.
Any resistance I’d had was gone. I continued to look him in the eye and whispered, “I am a slut sir.”
“Ahhhh, yes. Good girl. Now tell me that you want to suck my dick Savannah. Say it now!” he bellowed.
My pulse raced. The restraint I’d been under all day was nearing its end – or so I was hoping. I moaned, “Yes, please, I want to suck your dick sir. Please…”
With those words, he moved the salty cum coated tip millimeters from my partially opened mouth. I could smell his musky scent and yearned to swallow him as far as my hungry throat would accommodate.
“Suck, whore.” He said calmly.
Whore?I felt my chest flush red at the sound of that word being used to describe me. My mind was blank, unable to form a word of protest. Instead, I grabbed onto his throbbing stiffness with both hands and plunged it as deep within me as I could.
He lurched forward and groaned, “Ohhh, yes. Suck that cock dirty slut.”Gabrielle Demonico