Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 1(11)

“It was fun, Daddy,” she gushed as he looked at me again. She told him all about school and how we did homework before getting dinner ready for him, making him smile as I started plating everything. I grew up with a mom that prepared her husband’s dinner, and I blushed as I looked down at the plate that I’d automatically fixed for Nick. “Oh, my goodness,” I said as he came in to pull some milk from the fridge for Carmen. “My mom…she used to make a plate for my dad, and I just did that. For you. I’ll take this one,” I offered as he glanced at the generous helpings of food with a slow grin.

“That looks good to me,” he replied as his brow raised. “I don’t think that you’d consider poisoning your boss, would you?”

I blushed deeply as I shook my head quickly, well-aware of the fact that I never fixed a plate for Sean. He was always rushing about if he was home at all, which was very telling to me now. “No. Never,” I stammered as he took me in with sharp eyes, reaching for another plate that he fixed for Carmen. The helpings were smaller but healthy, and I laughed as I watched him take both to the table. I got my food and walked over as well, seeing a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“I figure we could both use a little relaxation and if we’re not going anywhere, I don’t see a problem with wine with dinner. I have a cellar with some good bottles, something that Rebecca thoroughly enjoyed while she was visiting.” Nick seemed to sense my hesitation before he cracked a smile and poured the wine for us.

I made dinner every weekday night that we were all home, something that Nick seemed to enjoy. He didn’t travel for a month and a half, giving me time to become aware of his habits. Nick was not a man that slept a full night, working and spending time with Carmen until she went to bed much of the time. He worked out in the evenings in the basement if we didn’t get to talking, in which case Nick woke up at five thirty in the morning to make the effort.

I worked out a lot when Carmen was at school, though I did go down in the evening before I saw Nick in there. I didn’t disturb his time, but I couldn’t help but to watch him in his low riding work out shorts and bare torso. I stayed longer every time I knew that he was down there, admiring his muscled body as I crouched around the corner to look a little longer. Nick was perfect, not ready to step onto the stage in a bodybuilding competition but very fit.

All the while, I got closer to Carmen by the day and loved our time together. She was giving me real hugs after a couple of months and seeking my opinion on things in her life, making me realize that she missed her mom. I was always there for her and in the process, Nick. I fed them and tidied up when any mess was made. I started to consider the house my home and cared for it as such.

I noted that Nick seemed to be focused on work and his daughter. There were not the late nights with the guys or even a trace of a woman, making me respect him. Carmen didn’t need to see her dad with another woman for quite some time, and it seemed to be the three of us night after night.

I wondered if he’d marry again someday as I watched him with Carmen or even as he worked out at night. I was addicted to him as the weeks passed, finding my sexual need again after I’d watch him and return to my floor too desperate with a desire to remain there, at least until I slumped against the wall after some time and masturbated to the sounds coming from the gym.

I went on my laptop to order vibrators from online sites, as well as dildos and various other toys that were offered. I found quickly that my hand wasn’t enough as I continued to spy on my boss, applying the various toys into my life to quench my growing lust.

I felt like a hormonal teenager every night as I went upstairs to pleasure myself. It was exciting to do it near the gym as well, fueled by the sounds of music as well as the weights. That was reserved for nights when I was confident that he’d be in there for a while and I couldn’t make it to my room.



I missed Nick when he was traveling, occupying my time with Carmen and just taking care of the house. I worked out some nights alone, imagining him here in my head as I pushed myself on the machines. I fantasized about him coming in and watching me the way I did him, longing for him to take it further. There was a lot of equipment in here, and I thought about him taking me on one of the benches where I could watch him in the mirror.

I was mid-fantasy one night when I heard Carmen’s little voice, blushing furiously as I turned my head to look at the door. I saw her pale face and pushed the button to shut off the machine before I walked over to her. “What’s wrong?” I asked as she looked sadly at me.