“I know a lot about you, Jacob. I know things you may not even know about yourself.” Her shitty grin said she loved telling me that.
“I took that fucking job at Christine’s request. Don’t think your money or your power will lead me around on a leash.”
Stephanie chuckled. She was having fun. “Aren’t we the uptight type?”
“Call it what you will, but I’m not taking your shit.”
She walked to the basement door and opened it. “Now can we go?”
Fuck, the whole thing was becoming complicated. The woman would never take no for an answer. “Come on,” I said and led her down the steps. I turned back to see the surprise on her face, but there was none. I guessed the circles she ran in did some pretty crazy shit. Or she had pictures of everything.
Stephanie walked around the basement, checking out the machine in the middle of the room. She held the dildo in her hand and squeezed. Nothing about her demeanor changed. She noticed the paintings leaning against the wall and gave them a good amount of attention. She stooped in front of a picture showing me and a woman at a whipping station.
“You made her bleed,” Stephanie said.
“She asked for blood and pain. That’s what I gave her.”
“You give everyone what they ask for?” She stood and checked out the devices hanging on the wall. She lifted a leather horse mask from a hook and put it on. “What if I asked you to whip me?”
“I would have to pass,” I said. “You’re my employer.”
She was in her workout clothes again, and her ass still looked delicious. I didn’t think she was watching me through the leather mask, but I was wrong.
“You keep looking at my ass like that, and I might take it the wrong way.” She lifted the mask off. She placed the mask back on the hook and approached the dildo machine. “Five thousand dollars.”
“For what?”
“I want you to strip and get on your hands and knees.” Her eyes said she was serious.
“I’m not interested, Stephanie.”
“Yes, you are.” She moved to the camera. “Another five thousand if you let me take our picture.”
“Our picture?”
She nodded. “You’re going to strip. You’re going to get on all fours and let me put the collar and restraints on you. You’re going to let me turn the machine on and let it fuck you while I sit on your back and sing ‘Jingle Bells.’”
I couldn’t help but laugh. She put her hands on her hips, and I stopped laughing. “What’s this got to do with being a nanny?”
“Not a fucking thing, Jacob. But it will tell me how well you will follow orders. We’re paying you two a lot of money. We want our money’s worth.” She turned on the machine and switched on the overhead light. “Consider it an early Christmas present from you to me.” She started removing her clothes.
I waited until she was completely undressed. “I thought you were fucking with me.”
“Not yet, Jacob.” She moved around the vibrating machine and laid her hand beneath my chin. “I know you’re dominant, but so am I. I know what I want, and what I want is for your to get naked and get your ass down on the floor.” She took a crop hanging on the wall and bounced it in her hand. “I will whip your ass.”
I nodded at her crotch. “This is making you wet.”
She walked closer and smacked my ass with the leather crop. “I told you. I know what I want, so do what I fucking said.”
While I undressed, Stephanie returned to the wall where a variety of sex toys hung. She grabbed a twelve-inch strapon. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m a billionaire. I do what I want.” She dropped the strapon next to the machine. “If you want the job, get your ass down there.”
Naked, I walk around the machine. “You did your homework on me, is that right?”
Stephanie nodded, losing the grin.
I grabbed Stephanie by the throat and moved her against the wall, knocking over several paintings, the strapon trapped around her ankle. “Then you must fucking know how dominant I am.” I pointed toward the floor above us. “Up there is different than down here. Down here, people do what I say. You are poor in this room. You are weak in this room. You do what I say in this room.”
