Young virgin Lily is nearing the end of high school and feeling more trapped by the day. Her family is poor, her parents are drunk and angry, and it seems like she’ll never escape even as the neighborhood around her is replaced by mansions of the wealthy. Until the day widower billionaire Dominic Evans hires her to be his housekeeper. Lily quickly realizes that the sexy, reclusive neighbor is a broken, lonely man in need of a woman in his life again. But is the petite teenager prepared for the rough, passionate healing he needs—even if it means letting him fill her virgin womb?
Warning: this 10,200-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl taken by a strong man with a broken heart, reluctant first time oral sex, punishing first time anal sex, stinging spankings, secret encounters behind her parents’ backs, and a final loss of virginity and passionate impregnation that will leave you aching for more. Adults only!
Dominic cleared his throat, bringing my attention back to him. “I made a list of things that need to be done and how often,” he said, holding out a small folder to me. I took it, my hand shaking. “It’s mostly cleaning, some cooking, and other small household tasks. I assume you can handle that, Ms. Fay?”
“You can call me Lily,” I said softly, clutching the folder tight in my arms.
He raised an eyebrow and that enchanting smile spread across his face again. “That’s an unusually pretty name for a girl. I thought it was all Bethanys and Brittanys these days.”
I blushed and couldn’t help but return his smile. Something inside me tightened. “It was my grandmother’s name, Dominic. Er, I mean, Mr. Evans.”
His smile broadened and I almost melted. “Well, even though we’ve never met before, I see I need no introduction for some reason.” He held out his hand with mock seriousness. I grasped him, amazed at how large and rough his grip was compared to my own small hand. “Nonetheless, I am Dominic Evans. Nice to finally meet you, Lily.”
Finally? What was that supposed to mean? I caught myself again wondering at how I had been hired. Why had Mr. Evans reversed the decision of his assistant?
“Anyway, most of what I need from you is general upkeep of the household.” He ran a finger across the top of a mahogany table beside him, wiping a streak in the layer of dust. “As you can see it’s a bit of a mess. Work keeps me busy and it’s been a while since I’ve had a wo—” He caught himself and the smile disappeared from his face. After a ragged breath he continued. “I mean, it’ll be good to have help around again.”
The change in him in that moment—the obvious pain his slipped comment had caused—was staggering. So the rumors about his wife were true, I thought. And in that moment, like the foolish little girl I was, I swore that I would mend this broken man.