The Forbidden Babysitter: Ch. 07

**Chapter 7**

**A Bull by the Horns**

The room was disorganized, clothes lay scattered and the bed was a disaster. Michael and Olivia sat beside each other just attempting to gather their thoughts after Alisa's visit.

"I really need another shower," Michael said. Looking over at him, Olivia smirked. Even after everything that had just happened she couldn't help herself. "It will never measure up to the last one."

Glancing at Olivia, she had a dopey smile on her face. "No, I don't think it will, but I have to wash her stink off. Come on, you need it too."

They washed thoroughly attempting to get the smell of Alisa off themselves. No matter how hard Michael scrubbed he could still smell her, still see that crazed look on her face. He shivered despite the warm water. Sensing his discomfort, Olivia wrapped herself around him, her head buried against his chest. They stood under the water wishing it could wash away the memory.

--

Having finished packing they got on the road. What started out as a getaway had turned into a nightmare. Michael couldn't wait to put the resort in his rear view.

Expecting Olivia to sit on the other side of the bench seat, Michael was surprised when she sat next to him. Holding his hand, fingers intertwined, her body was pressed tight against him the entire way home.

Pulling up to Olivia's house Michael shut the Bronco's engine off. The silence enveloped them.

"We need a plan. We have to figure out some way to get from under Alisa's grip. She will never stop until she has used us up and we turn out like David."

Looking at Michael, Olivia started to form an idea. "If we could turn them against each other David might give up whatever dirt he has on Alisa. He's the weak link here."

"Hmm... I have an idea on how we might make that happen, but--you're not gonna like it."

Sitting in the Bronco, Michael laid out the plan, the sun setting just as he finished.

"I hate this Michael, I hate that we have to stoop to their level." Olivia was frustrated. Michael tried to keep his voice steady. "I don't like it any more than you, but we'll never be free if we try fighting her with one hand tied behind our backs. If I thought there was any other way... you know I'd take it."

Looking away while he described his plan, Olivia only turned to look at him now.

"I trust you, you know that. I love you. We will do what we have to, what we both have to and then we're free."

Kissing, Olivia lingered to savor the moment. The calm before the storm.

"I love you too. Be careful, and don't underestimate David. He might be her worm but he's still dangerous."

Smiling at Michael, Olivia's confidence was infectious.

Michael watched her climb out of the Bronco and head inside. Only when the door closed did he fire up the engine and head home.

--

The house was still when he walked in. Lights on in the living room, but no kids, only absolute quiet.

Sitting on the couch, Alisa wore her usual evening attire: silk robe loosely tied, hair down, scrolling her phone like it was any other night. Like she hadn't just blackmailed them into a threesome and walked out like a queen.

Glancing up, Alisa's expression was blank and distant. "You're back. The kids are still away."

The silence stretched. Savoring the moment, Alisa stared at him, the corner of her mouth twitching. The quiet hung heavy between them for several long seconds.

"Did you drop off your whore?"

Michael snapped.

Crossing the room in three strides, he grabbed her by the throat, and yanked her up off the couch. The phone clattered to the floor. Her eyes widened, but she didn't fight him.

"How the fuck could you do that?" he snarled, voice shaking with rage. "To me. To Olivia. You threatened our own children -- don't you see how fucking twisted that is? What the hell do you want from me, Alisa?"

His voice cracked, desperation and heartache colliding.

"Why won't you just let me go?"

"Because---"

Staring straight into his eyes, Alisa was calm as ever. Her lips curved into the faintest smile.

"---You belong to me."

Something deep inside Michael broke. Gone was the man Olivia loved, the man Alisa wanted. Standing there was a man who was now an animal, wild and dangerous.

"Is that so?" he growled. "You want me that fucking bad?"

Shoving her back against the couch, his hands tore at her robe. Silk ripped. Buttons flew. She gasped, hands flying up in panic.

"Michael--what are youdoing--"

But she never said stop. Not once.

Stripping her naked in seconds, he threw her robe and panties aside like trash. Alisa's perfect body was bare--tits heaving, nipples hard, shaved pussy already glistening. Pulling her down onto the rug, Michael spread her legs wide, and drove into her with one brutal thrust, balls-deep in a single stroke. Screaming silently, Alisa's mouth hung open.

"You wanted the Bull?" he snarled, bottoming out so hard her back arched off the floor. "Now you get the fucking horns."

He had barely started when he felt her crack on the third push -- a tiny, involuntary moan slipping out.

"You like that?" he taunted, slamming in harder, grinding his pelvis against her swollen clit. "Huh? Say it, you psychotic bitch."

Shaking her head no, her eyes defiant, but her hips betrayed her by rocking back to meet him, greedy and shameless for more.

He fucked her like he hated her. Hard, deep, punishing strokes that made her heavy tits bounce wildly and her breath hitch in ragged gasps. Biting her lip, Alisa tried to cling to control, but her body continued to betray her--pussy clenching greedily around his thick cock, getting wetter and sloppier with every savage thrust, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down his balls.

Flipping her legs up over his shoulders--just like he'd done to Olivia in the Lion's Den-- Michael power-fucked her from above, folding her in half. The angle let him hammer straight into her G-spot with every brutal thrust, her eyes rolling back. Moans started pouring out, loud, broken, filthy, as her mouth fell open.

"Fuck--Michael--oh god--yes--"

He didn't slow. Rage, humiliation, years of being treated like a pet, every wrong she had ever inflicted suddenly poured out of him and into her cunt.

Pulling out, Michael flipped her over, yanking her ass up. "Who am I?" he growled, and railed her from behind like an animal. Skin slapped skin loud enough to echo through the house. Juices ran down her thighs in shiny rivulets.

She was begging now. "My Bull--please--harder--yes--"

"I'm not your Bull. I'm your King. Say it!" He pounded her so deep her knees slid on the rug.

"God yes--my King--give it to me--please--"

Pulling out of her pussy, Michael's cock glistened with her juices, he pressed the fat head against her tight little asshole.

Alisa's eyes flew wide. "Wait--"

Too late. Pushing in slow at first, Michael savored the tight resistance, then snapped his hips and buried every inch. Alisa screamed--half pain, half ecstasy--as he started fucking her ass raw. He destroyed her, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her soaked pussy while he reamed her tight hole with long, vicious strokes.

Yanking her upright by the hair, Michael pulled her back against his chest. Wrapping one powerful hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin. Dropping the other hand between her legs, fingers attacking her swollen clit in fast, brutal circles. This wasn't for her pleasure. This was to break her completely.

Broken gibberish began spilling out between desperate, choking gasps as Alisa's mouth fell open. "F-fuck--Michael--too much--ahh--please--nngh--"

He didn't let up. Pounding her ass mercilessly while his fingers punished her clit, he forced her body to surrender whether she wanted it or not.

Then it happened, Alisa lost all control. She came so hard she sprayed across the rug, pussy gushing like a broken fountain, body convulsing violently in his grip. A wordless wail tore out of her throat as her ass clenched and fluttered around his cock like it was trying to wring him dry. She couldn't even form words anymore--just shaking, squirting, twitching, completely ruined.

Fucking her through the orgasm, Michael then yanked out suddenly, leaving her gaping, twitching, and leaking on the floor.

Standing over her, his cock throbbed, veins bulging, angry and denied.

"Finish me off. Mouth. Now!"

Alisa was wrecked--hair wild, makeup smeared, thighs shiny with her own cum. She was like an animal as she crawled to him on all fours, eyes glassy with lust and shattered submission. Swallowing his cock to the root, her need had consumed her. She worshipped it like a desperate whore. Sloppy, choking, gagging herself on him, tongue swirling around every thick inch, hands cupping and massaging his heavy balls while she moaned around his length like it was her god.

"Please," she begged between sucks, thick strings of spit dripping down her chin onto her tits. "Please cum for me--let me have it--I'll be good--I swear--I'll do anything--"

Grabbing her hair, Michael skull-fucked her a few more brutal times until tears streamed down her cheeks, then stepped back.

"Earn it. If you're fucking worthy."

Throwing everything she had into it -- Alisa deepthroated until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis, gagging loudly, tears streaming down her face while thick ropes of spit dripped from her chin onto her tits. Working him like the cheapest, sluttiest whore in heat, Alisa sucked, slurped, and begged with wild, frantic eyes. Her voice came out hoarse and broken between needy moans.

But Michael didn't cum.

Pulling out of her mouth with a wetpop, Michael's cock was still rock-hard and glistened with her spit, he looked down at her like she was nothing.

"Fucking pathetic."

Turning, Michael walked away, leaving her on the living room floor--naked, ass leaking, face covered in spit and tears, body still twitching from the orgasm he'd forced out of her.

Curling up, shoulders shaking, Alisa started to cry like the broken queen she finally was.

--

The next morning Michael woke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Waking downstairs, Michael expected the usual icy Alisa, but instead she was in the kitchen wearing a soft robe, hair loose, moving quietly like she was afraid to make too much noise. Plates were already set. Looking up, her eyes soft, almost shy. This was his wife from twenty years ago.

"I made your favorite," she said, voice small. "I... I wanted to try again. I can be better, Michael. I can do better. Please. Let me show you how good I can be."

The sight disgusted him. This wasn't remorse, it was another mask. The woman who'd forced him and Olivia into her sick game less than twenty-four hours ago was now playing housewife? He couldn't even look at her.

"What the fuck is this Alisa? What are you doing? Is this another game?" Getting up, Michael started to walk out.

Stepping in front of him, Alisa's hands trembled as she grabbed his arm. "Wait -- Please."

He tried to pull away, but she dropped to her knees right there in the hallway. Her robe coming open and her tits spilling out.

"I made a mistake, I was wrong at the resort," she whispered, voice cracking. "I took it too far. I was cruel and I did things I regret. I love you, Michael. I've always loved you. I need you, I can obey you now. Iwillobey you. Just... don't leave me."

Michael stared at the floor. It was twisted, grotesque--the same woman who'd called herself "Queen" and "Mommy" now begging like a broken, sniveling mess. "You don't know what love is Alisa. I don't think you've ever loved anything in your life. You're not good enough for me, you'd be better off with David," he muttered.

Alisa's face twisted and her tone changed instantly, the Queen reemerging. "David? That pathetic, spineless little worm? He's nothing!" She spit.

"A desperate errand boy who gets hard just watching me. He couldn't fuck me the way you do. He could never own me like you do. You're the only one I've ever wanted like this. You are the only man I will ever obey."

Her persona and tone changed, becoming more desperate and pathetic the more she talked. Crawling over, she wrapped around his leg, clinging desperately. "I'll do anything, Michael. Olivia -- keep her. Fuck her every night if you want. Let me watch or join, just don't leave me. Please. I'm begging you -- please don't leave me."

Sobbing now, Alisa's face pressed to his thigh, clutching his leg like it was her salvation. He let her keep talking--every false word, every guilty confession, every desperate offer--until she was a shaking, snotty mess on the floor.

Reaching into his pocket, Michael stopped the recording, sent it to Olivia, and walked out without another word.

--

Meanwhile, Olivia had already tracked down David at the coffee shop he always frequented before work. She showed up wearing a full Catholic school-girl uniform -- pleated skirt, jacket, white polo tight against her tits, knee-high socks, hair in pigtails, innocent little cross necklace. David didn't recognize her.

"Excuse me," she said sweetly, voice soft and shy. "I think I'm a little lost..."

Blinking, David's eyes widened as he drank her in. "Holy shit. You look... damn. You new around here?"

"Yes sir, I'm looking for salvation," Olivia said sweetly, batting her lashes. "Do you know where I can befilledwith the Holy Spirit?"

Turning red, David's breathing became ragged.

Smiling demurely, Olivia continued. "I need to get on my knees... and pray. Could you show me aholyspot? Somewhere we can talk about... sins of the flesh."

"I know a holy spot," David said, glancing at Olivia's ass. "And you can definitely get on my knees there. Walk with me."

Drinking in the sight of her uniform, David licked his lips, then frowned slightly. "You're not a hooker, are you?"

--

Before they even reached the Lion's Den, David was rock-hard. In Room 7 he looked around nervously, this was Alisa's room but it should be safe to use right now. All worries were forgotten the second Olivia bent over the platform, flipped up her tiny skirt, and showed him her perfect ass in white cotton panties, he was hooked.

"Sex is a sin," she purred, looking back at him with big doe eyes. "But anal is okay. God won't mind if it's just my tight little asshole, right?"

David practically drooled. "Why yes, I do believe that ass is divine. I also happen to believe I need to worship it properly."

"Thank the Lord, I have found my salvation," she purred, biting her lip. "Now... Can you be gentle with me?"

Pulling the handcuffs from her jacket pocket, Olivia dangled them from one finger. "I'll let you fuck my ass, but I have to cuff you first. Some guys get carried away."

Glancing quickly at the cuffs, David then stared at her perfect ass, licking his lips.

"A girl's gotta feel safe, ya know?"

Shaking her ass, Olivia sealed the deal. David was mesmerized.

While all the blood was in his other head, Olivia cuffed him to the wall, wrists locked tight. The moment the clicks sounded, her sweet face vanished.

Realization dawned on David a second too late, "Oh no -- not again."

"Actually," she said coldly, standing over him, "I have something I want you to listen to."

---

She hit play. Alisa's voice filled the air--weak, pathetic, everything she said about David spilling forth for everyone to hear. What really sealed Alisa's fate was her sobbing and begging Michael. She was no Queen, just a whore begging for a bone.

Staring at the recorder, David's face froze.

"No... that's not her," he muttered, shaking his head. "That's not my Queen. She would never--"

But the recording continued. Alisa's voice cracked again, broken and desperate, offering Olivia to Michael, promising to obey, asking to watch or join if he would let her, promising to do anything if he just didn't leave her.

David's face went white.

Then red.

Then the rage hit like a freight train.

"That fuckingbitch," he snarled, voice trembling at first, then rising into a furious shout. "All this time she's been calling me her worm, her pathetic little toy, making me crawl and beg while she's on her knees crying like a cheap whore forhim?"

Slamming his cuffed fists against the wall, David breathed hard, eyes wild with betrayal.

"I gave her everything. I covered for her. I did her dirty work. And the whole time she was laughing at me behind my back?" His voice cracked. "I loved her... I fuckingworshippedher..."

For a moment the anger faltered, replaced by something raw and broken -- grief twisting across his face as the full weight of years of degradation crashed down on him.

Then the rage came roaring back, colder and sharper than before.

"Fuck her," he spat, teeth bared. "She's no Queen. She's just a pathetic, manipulative cunt who used me up."

Looking at Olivia, David's eyes flashed with humiliated fury. "You want proof she's a psycho? I've got years of it. Texts. Videos. Bank records. Payoffs. Criminal shit that'll put her away for a long fucking time. I'll give you every single thing I have if it buries that bitch."

Olivia smiled coldly. "Good, send it all. Now."

--

Six weeks later

Stepping out of the courthouse into the bright afternoon sun, Michael's shoulders were tight, his jaw clenched. The hearing had been brutal, but it was done. Looking stressed as hell, he scanned the steps like he expected another fight.

Standing outside the courthouse, Olivia waited. Spotting Michael, she paused, trying to read him. Looking around he found her, and the biggest grin broke across his face.

She ran. Full sprint. Jumped straight into his arms, legs wrapping tight around his waist. Michael caught her, hands grabbing her ass as they kissed hard -- tongues sliding, no fucks given about the people staring.

"We're free," he said, looking up at her, voice rough with relief. "Sole custody. The kids are ours. Alisa's going away for a long fucking time. It's over, Liv."

Laughing through happy tears, Olivia kissed him again, grinding against him right there on the courthouse steps.

---

They didn't make it far. The moment the front door slammed shut, clothes started coming off in a desperate frenzy: her top in the foyer, his belt clattering on the stairs, her skirt left in a heap in the hallway. By the time they stumbled into the master bedroom they were naked, hands all over each other, starving.

Pushing Michael onto his back, Olivia climbed on top, kissing him deep and slow, tongues lazy and wet. Sitting up, she straddled him, fully naked, tits heavy and nipples hard. Reaching between them, she lined up his thick cock, and sank down inch by inch.

"Fuck..." she breathed, staring deep into his eyes.

They held hands, fingers tightly intertwined as she rode him slowly. Not rushing. Just rolling her hips, feeling every thick inch stretch and fill her. The tightness of her pussy gripped him, her clit dragging against his base on every downstroke. Pure deep, intimate, perfection.

Groaning, Michael squeezed her hands. "Goddamn, you are flawless."

Smiling down at him, Olivia's breathing grew heavier. "You're not half bad yourself," she teased, voice husky. Moving faster, her tits bounced heavily with every roll of her hips, her ass slapping loudly against his thighs. Her moans turned sharp and desperate until she slammed down one last time, taking him to the hilt. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his cock as she came hard, soaking his balls with her cum.

"My turn," Michael growled.

Flipping her onto all fours, Michael grabbed her hips, and slid back inside her soaked pussy. Starting with a steady rhythm, deep and controlled, he watched her ass ripple every time he bottomed out. Picking up speed, he pounded her harder, skin slapping loudly.