Chapter 9

• ~Blue~
• I head back down the hall after putting the baby in her playpen, and see Zeus’ door is slightly ajar. I hear a moaning coming from inside and he better not have a woman in there. He just got home and needs to help me get Pearl’s things put away in the nursery.
• Peeking through the gap in the door, I can see him resting back on the bed with his eyes shut, but he’s alone. Oh my gosh, he’s touching himself.
• I watch as his fingers unbutton his dress shirt, and I can now see how truly fit he is. His body is like a bodybuilder, but not too big. It’s perfect. He sure doesn’t look like a man in his fifties, even though I know he’s technically immortal. He looks no older than thirty-five, aside from the white hair.
• My eyes fall to where his hand is stroking down his hard shaft, and a hint of pre-come arousal drips onto his hand. Watching him, I can’t help but be turned on. He’s so handsome, and I always liked older men, but I want to hate him, too. He’s a Neanderthal and has no respect for women. Reaching into my pocket, I feel the cool metal from the nipple clamp I hid while going through his dungeon. My core tightens as I watch him stroke himself and my thighs clench.
• I have half the mind to go in and take care of it for him, but I resist. Taking the clamp from my pocket, I rub it across my already hard nipple, wanting to attach it, but I will myself not to.
• Fuck… I’m so wet.
• As I move to get a better view, I see his body go rigid, and he releases, making me gasp. When I do, the clamp bounces onto the tile floor with a loud clanking sound.
• My head shoots up to him as I see him move around. I hope he didn’t see me.
• “Who’s there?” he asks.
• Mortified, I rushed to my guest quarters, panting to catch my breath, and hoping he didn’t see me watching him. What has gotten into me? Or better yet, why do I want it to be him that’s gotten into me? I can’t do this. I can’t. He’s my boss and a womanizer. He’d never want someone like me, anyway. This job suddenly got so much harder. Literally and figuratively.
• ***
• ~Zeus~
• As I got up from my bed, I took a quick look to see who was at the door. Surely it wasn’t the nanny. Maybe one of my ladies to whom I’ve given a spare key. Yet, no one was there. I assume it was just an echo from down the hall.
• After going to my adjoining restroom to clean up, I head to the kitchen to see if the maid has started dinner. I’m surprised she came back to work after all Pearl’s screaming.
• As I walk out, I step on something hard. When I look down, I see one of my nipple clamps.
• “Now where did you come from?”
• Reaching down, I know I didn’t put that there, and it wasn’t there when I went to my room. I notice everything around me, and with the slightest thing out of place, I know. Picking it up and running it between my fingers, I can feel the metal and it’s still warm. Suddenly, I realized what happened. The cute little nanny must have gotten an eye full of big Zeus and kept a little trinket from my playroom.
• Walking down the hall, I quietly step at her door and rest my ear on the door face. I can hear panting on the other side and a wet slapping sound. Just as I thought. She was watching me and now taking care of herself.
• “That’s right, Blue. Show Daddy what you like,” I whisper to myself.
• I can hear her say my name through the door as she pleasures herself to the thought of me. I want to throw open that door and have my way with her, but I resist. She’s my nanny, and I can’t screw this up. We’re just on day one and I need to control myself.
• When I finally hear her come, and verbally announce it to herself, I smile, licking my lips with satisfaction. That’s what you get, you little vixen. Wait until Daddy Zeus really shows you what I have in store for you. No… I can’t. She’s just my nanny.
• Walking back to the kitchen my maid Franny shakes her head at me with disapproval.
• “What?”
• Pointing at me with a spatula, she scolded. “You know what you did.”
• I just laugh. Franny knows me too well. She’s the only woman I’ve ever hired that doesn’t fall for my bullshit. She’s an older woman, feisty as they come, and funny as hell. I love getting her riled up.
• Reaching to grab a taste of the pasta sauce on the stove, she smacks my hand away. “Not until dinner. Zeus, don’t mess with that poor woman. She’s not a toy for you to play with.”
• “Why? Do you have eyes on her?” I tease.
• “No. Baby Pearl needs her.”
• “Well, you could have taken extra hours and helped me.”
• “I told you I don’t take care of babies. I raised mine and I’m too old for that. If you would watch where you put that thing, you wouldn’t be in this mess. You should have listened to Trevor.”
• She’s right. I should have. “What do you know about vasectomies?”
• “My husband had one. It’s a simple process.”
• “They snip the jewels, huh?”
• “Something like that. Why? Are you thinking about it?”
• “Yeah. It may be time.”
• “Well, billionaire or not, you have enough kids to care for. I think it’s time you take responsibility and do the right thing. We both know you won’t keep your dick in your pants.”
• “Franny, I never heard you cuss.”
• Stopping what she’s doing, she puts her hands on her hips in a huff, making me laugh a little. “Are you kidding me? Have you met yourself? I’m considering taking up drinking again just to deal with your annoying ass.”
• I hear a giggle behind me, and Blue is standing there looking a little flush. Walking past, she starts helping with dinner, avoiding my eye contact.
• “Where did you go?” I ask, knowing full well where she went.
• “I… uh… had some things to do in my room.”
• Yeah, I’m sure it had something to do with flipping her bean while thinking about me. I would have loved to watch that.
• “So, Pearl has been quiet all evening. Where is she?”
• “I laid her down for a nap. She’ll be up soon. We can show you what a baby should eat for dinner. Not pureed tacos.”
• Franny’s eyes shoot to in an instant. She looks really mad, making me cringe. “You fed that little baby tacos!”
• “And guacamole,” Blue added.
• “What?” Slapping me with the spatula, Franny chases me around the kitchen island.
• “How was I to know?” I ask, trying to avoid her slaps.
• “You idiot. You could have killed her.”
• “I’m sorry! Geez. You leave after you cook dinner and I thought she’d like it. You make the best tacos.”
• “My god, you’re a moron.”
• “Don’t worry, I got some baby formula. I’ll show him later what to do.”
• “Oh, I’m sure you will, bad girl. Show Daddy just what to do,” I think to myself as I look her over.
• “No wonder the child couldn’t stop screaming. Zeus, you need parenting classes.”
• Blue clasps her hands together with glee as she sequels, “That’s a wonderful idea. I’ll set it up first thing tomorrow.”
• Rolling my eyes, I knew I was in for a long ride. Is it too late to call the childcare worker and say I want to change my mind?