Out of sheer guilt, from seeing the children so upset, I had handed them each a big bowl of ice-cream and sat them in front of the television for an hour before their early bed time. After that, they were more than happy to go to bed at the time they were meant to. I had pretty much won them over already, and all it took was a bowl of ice-cream, before suddenly I was the coolest babysitter in the world.
With the children both fast asleep in their beds upstairs, I had called James and told him that it was okay for him to come around for a few hours before Mr. Jackson got home. I was pacing back and forth in the lounge room when there was a soft knock on the door.
I had set out some blankets for snuggling on the couch with, the bottle of wine that Mr. Jackson had left for me, along with two glasses, the movie Grease which happened to be James`s favourite movie, and the money for some takeout if we got hungry. I took a deep breath before moving over to open the door for him.
I opened the door and he stood there on the front step, looking as sexy as ever, with dark skinny jeans, a Flash Gordon shirt on and his hair slightly curled at the front.
"Hey," I breathed and he smirked, before pulling me in for a warm hug, "Come in," I said, stepping back to let him through. I pulled his denim jacket of his shoulders before hanging it up on the coat stand and he shot me an appreciative glance.
"This place is pretty nice, huh?" he commented, his blue eyes roaming around the house.
"Mhm," I agreed, my hands clasped behind my back as I walked into the lounge room to sit down the couch.
"Does the old guy have any beer?" he asked, wandering into the room behind me.
"Uh no, he just left me this wine to drink..." I replied, gesturing to the expensive bottle of Moët on the coffee table.
"What about a liquor cabinet?" he pressed, walking into the kitchen to take a quick look around.
"Uh, no...I think he seems pretty straight, like not much of a drinker, you know?" I lied, hoping he would come away from the kitchen and just sit down with me.
"Mr. Jackson? Straight? Yeah right..." he scoffed, before meandering over to where I was sitting on the couch.
I put my legs up so I could lie back on the arm rest, cushioned by multiple pillows. He slipped a hand between my knees and separated my legs, I stifled a gasp at the unexpected contact. But all he did was turn around lie down in between my legs, his head resting on my torso.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, curiously, slightly taken aback by the fact that James seemed to know who he was.
He shrugged, "Oh you know, just with the company and all, you wouldn't expect him to be too conservative..." he replied, with a light chuckle.
I picked up the remote from the side of the lounge and pressed play on the movie, before running my hands through the front of his hair.
"I actually don't know what he does to be honest...but my first time here, he warned me not to go in his study...so, it must be something pretty important..." I admitted, training my eyes on the large plasma screen television.
James sat up abruptly to look at me, cocking an eyebrow, "You seriously don't know what he does?" He asked.
"No...I really don't..." I answered, simply, feeling dumb for not knowing exactly what it was that my employer did for a living.
"Ever heard of Jackson Industries?" He queried, and I shook my head in response, causing him to flash me a devilish grin, "Well, I guess, that's understandable...you are only sixteen..."
I frowned at him, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He chuckled again, angering me slightly, "Diana, the man owns a company that manufactures sex toys that are, well, designed by him..."
My eyes widened comically and my mouth nearly hit the floor, "W-What?" I gasped, in disbelief.
"Come on, where's his study? I'll prove it to you..." he said, standing up, gripping my hand in his before pulling me up from the couch.
"Upstairs..." I murmured, as he eagerly dragged me away from the living room.
He jogged up the stairs with me in tow, and I could tell that he was almost excited about showing me Mr. Jackson`s study. We reached the closed door and I hoped that it may have been locked. I wasn't sure if I was ready to see such a thing, but much to my dismay, James twisted the knob and the door swung open with ease.
I gasped at the sight, the study would have looked like any normal office, had it not been the various sex toys in glass cases sitting around the desk. There were whips, chains, gloves and masks, hanging from the walls and oddly shaped vibrators on display. It was like a house of horrors, only it was sex themed.
James walked into the room, unfazed by the objects that were surrounding him. Laughing, he picked up one of the biggest dildos in the room and started swinging it around in his grip. I tried to fight the giggles that threatened to bubble up from my throat but failed miserably. I let out a loud and embarrassing cackle as James proceeded to whip the long, rubber dildo around like a sword.
"Okay, okay, James, stop..." I managed between fits of laughter, "Put it back..."
He obliged by tossing the object back down onto the desk before making his way over to me, his expression turning solemn as his eyes became hooded with lust.
His gripped my waist, his thumbs pressing into my hip bones and pulled me into him, so his lips were a mere breath away, "You know, this room's starting to give me ideas..." he rasped. I stared hopelessly up into his eyes, drowning in his pools of sapphire
"Yeah?" I breathed, before he closed the distance between us and captured me in a warm, welcoming kiss. I let out a small moan and he seized his chance to slip his wet tongue inside to explore my mouth.
His hands snaked around my waist, reaching up underneath my white skirt to firmly grope my bum. He hooked a finger around the flimsy strap of the lacy thong and slid it to the side, his fingers ghosting past my back entrance to find my centre. His finger began tracing my pink inners teasingly as the kiss deepened.
I had never looked at James this way before, but he was doing a damn, fine job of changing my mind about him.
I reached up and ran my hands through his mess of light blonde snarls, tugging slightly on the strands, eliciting a deep grumble from his mouth. Without any warning, he thrust a single digit inside my heated sex and began pumping slowly. I feared the children would hear us if we were to do anything in the study, it was only a few metres down the hall from their room.
So I grasped James`s hand and pulled his fingers away from my womanhood. He shot me a look of confusion and I gestured for him to go to downstairs. He nodded quietly before leaving the room, I pulled my skirt down and padded out, closing the door softly behind me.
We crept downstairs and once we'd reached the lounge room, our heated make-out session began again. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, they were roaming my body yet I couldn't quite get enough of his touch. He swung me around so he was now standing behind me, one hand wrapped around my abdomen to keep me flush against his body, while the other hand tugged my dress up.
He began rubbing his fingers along my slick folds before burying two digits deep inside my core.
"You were always such a cock tease when we were growing up, Diana..." he chuckled, breathily, his breath hot in my ear. He bit down on my ear lobe, causing me to writhe in pleasure.
"Felicity tells me you've never been fucked before, huh? Is that true? Want me to fuck this tight little pussy, yeah?" He groaned, between the sloppy kisses he was placing up and down the nape of my neck.
I knew one thing, I was definitely going to be having a talk with Felicity later on about keeping secrets. I could hardly blame her though, James was her brother, and that entire family was made up of loud mouths, it was in their genes to not care about privacy.
I breathed hard, my chest heaving as the waves of arousal rocked my frame, causing me to buck my hips back onto Louis's fingers.
"That's it baby, fuck my fingers..." he growled, and I complied with his order, rotating my hips until his fingers had disappeared inside me, far enough that they were knuckle deep in my centre. He began sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh just beneath my jawline, surely leaving a mark.
"Get undressed then come and lie on top of me, babe..." he whispered, before releasing me. I immediately began shimmying out my dress, bra and panties before slipping out of my shoes.
I heard James`s jeans hit the floor behind me and sound of pressure on leather as he laid down on the couch. I turned around, drinking in the sight of his huge member springing up against his stomach and I suddenly felt very nervous.
This was it, I was about to lose my virginity...to my friend's brother, on our first date. I wasn't winning an award for having the most class anytime soon that was for sure. But school was almost over, I wasn't a little girl anymore, James was sexy and I could make my own decisions.
But I couldn't help being frightened of the pain that I would soon be experiencing. I moved to straddle him but he stopped me by wriggling his finger, gesturing for me to turn around. I slowly twirled so my bare ass was facing him, and I felt his hand reach out and roughly grab onto my waist, before he pulled me backwards down onto him.
It was a scary position, his arm hooking around my chest to secure the upper half of my body as if he was restraining me before entering me, knowing that I would soon be writhing in pain. I just need a few moments to gather myself.
"James..." I breathed, feeling him position his cock at my soaking wet entrance, "Wait..."
"Shhh...just relax..." he murmured back, and I tensed, which is probably the worst thing I could've done.
"No...no, no! James!" I began, the panic rising in my voice before I cried out, feeling the head of his engorged member rip past my inners, tearing open my walls as he rammed himself inside of me.
I whimpered and my body began reflexively writhing and bucking, in an attempt to escape the pain, but his arm, that was wrapped around my top half, kept me secured down on his hardened length, no matter how much I moved. I gasped for air, the breath leaving me from having my muscles seize up in agony.
"Shhh..." he hushed again, as he began slowly thrusting inside of me. The slap of skin smacking against skin, was the only sound that could be heard in the quiet house, as James`s hand moved to cover my mouth to silence my moans.
Then, much to my horror, headlights shone through the blinds of the front window and I shrieked against his hand, wriggling out of James grasp. James and I both raced to get into our clothes and before I knew it, James was out the back door, jumping over the neighbours' fences. I rushed to put the second wine glass away just as I heard the key slide in the door.
I stood in the kitchen awkwardly, my hair a mess and my clothes rumpled. The air smelt of sex and I was sure my thighs were still a little wet from having Louis inside me.
Mr. Jackson stood in the doorway, clutching a black leather brief case, and with his free hand he shut the door, his eyes narrowed at my flustered figure.
"Hey..." I breathed, smoothing my skirt down nervously, struggling to even out my breathing, "You're home early..."
He stood as still as a statue as his eyes raked up and down my figure, my heart hammering away in my chest. Oh god, he knows.
"Tell me...Diana, have you had anyone over tonight? I'm going to give you one chance to give me the truth...so answer carefully..." he spoke, slowly, his voice low and threatening.
I bit my lip, contemplating his words, deciding it wasn't worth it to lie to him. If I did, I would probably lose my job, and this job was too well paying to lose. I nodded slowly and then, his lip curled in anger.
"You want to know what happens to naughty girls, Diana? You're about to find out..." He growled.