The Billion Dollar Sitter Read Online Free
Author: Eliza DeGaulle
ridiculous ice cream I could think of. Peppermint chocolate rocky road cookies and cream caramel waffle cone with M&Ms, Reese’s Pieces, a mint, pistachio, vanilla, blueberry blend, coated in hot fudge and caramel with lots of sprinkles. And a cherry on top.
After my order, I laughed, realizing such a ludicrous combo of flavors would probably taste terrible. And they made it, homemade. It was as wonderful as the burger – Tyson had some wizards in his kitchen, who I realized would never fail to surprise me.
This was the good life. I had to wonder what I had done for such a reversal in karma for me. All this to just take care of a beautiful well behaved kid?
A cry. Said kid needed me. For this compensation, I was going to give it my all. Not like I wouldn't have anyway, but damn, I had to earn that ice cream.
I hopped over to Ty Jr.'s room. Tears flowed and I picked him up, petting him, doing my usual check. Nope, no poopies - much to my relief. He still cried even as I cradled him. Hungry. I knelt down to something that resembled a mini-fridge, but wasn't - in fact it was sort of the opposite. A monument to excess and convenience, it kept the formula at the perfect 90 degree warmness - warm, but not hot. All I had to do was screw on the nipple and it was good to go - night and day compared to the mess with microwaves, warm water, and waiting a few minutes with a crying, hungry child screaming into my breast. The appliance must have been stupidly expensive, not to mention the power bill must be insane.
But there's nothing a parent won't do for their child to ensure their health and happiness. There are plenty of can'ts, though. A billionaire parent though? There's no such thing as a can't.
The formula wasn't even store bought stuff. If I had any guess, it was made by the same culinary wizards who made my heavenly bean burger.
"Open up, Ty, I'm sure this stuff is ambrosia."
He turned his head away from the rubber nipple.
"Come on, I'm sure it's really good." Curiosity got the best of me, and I sipped a bit. Yeah, it was baby formula, but exquisite baby formula. "I would have killed for this stuff when I was five months old. Well all I could really do was cry loudly, but you get what I mean, right, Ty?"
More effort, more calming, more petting, and finally his mouth stayed open for the bottle. I sighed in relief. I had a good idea of what this kid was used to.
"He's been so restless since he's lost his mother." The voice of Tyson spoke up behind me, as he gently closed the door. "She was always right there to give him her breast, and he readily accepted it. It's a bond that's hard to match, instinctual."
"I kinda figured that out. Got him to open up, though. Taking it all down now."
"I can't say I blame him. Flesh is far preferred to rubber, if you ask me."
I cracked a smile as I looked back at him.
Then things took a turn for the unexpected.
He wrapped his arms around my stomach, pressing the silky fabric of the material against my skin. I swallowed. "Mr. Knight?"
"I have hopes that soon you will be able to give him such things, Marci. A milky breast instead of impersonal plastic."
"Uhm, I don't think I'm going to be lactating any time soon. I guess I could work at it, but it'd be really, really hard."
His hands shifted up my body, to the topic of discussion, taking each of them into the palms of his hands. "It will come sooner than you think. You're a born mother, Marci."
"Mother?" I repeated, trying to process his words as he played with my tits.
"Yes. Ty Jr. needs a strong woman in his life, someone for him to look up to."
"I can't replace your wife, Mr. Knight."
"No. You're not her clone, or her reborn. I've realized it would be silly for me to act as such."
More massaging of my breasts, his child still in my arms. I did enjoy Mr. Knight's touch, the pleasures so thick, my nipples hardening as he sought to please me.
"Um, Ty Jr. Has fallen back asleep." That was enough to get him to release me,
After my order, I laughed, realizing such a ludicrous combo of flavors would probably taste terrible. And they made it, homemade. It was as wonderful as the burger – Tyson had some wizards in his kitchen, who I realized would never fail to surprise me.
This was the good life. I had to wonder what I had done for such a reversal in karma for me. All this to just take care of a beautiful well behaved kid?
A cry. Said kid needed me. For this compensation, I was going to give it my all. Not like I wouldn't have anyway, but damn, I had to earn that ice cream.
I hopped over to Ty Jr.'s room. Tears flowed and I picked him up, petting him, doing my usual check. Nope, no poopies - much to my relief. He still cried even as I cradled him. Hungry. I knelt down to something that resembled a mini-fridge, but wasn't - in fact it was sort of the opposite. A monument to excess and convenience, it kept the formula at the perfect 90 degree warmness - warm, but not hot. All I had to do was screw on the nipple and it was good to go - night and day compared to the mess with microwaves, warm water, and waiting a few minutes with a crying, hungry child screaming into my breast. The appliance must have been stupidly expensive, not to mention the power bill must be insane.
But there's nothing a parent won't do for their child to ensure their health and happiness. There are plenty of can'ts, though. A billionaire parent though? There's no such thing as a can't.
The formula wasn't even store bought stuff. If I had any guess, it was made by the same culinary wizards who made my heavenly bean burger.
"Open up, Ty, I'm sure this stuff is ambrosia."
He turned his head away from the rubber nipple.
"Come on, I'm sure it's really good." Curiosity got the best of me, and I sipped a bit. Yeah, it was baby formula, but exquisite baby formula. "I would have killed for this stuff when I was five months old. Well all I could really do was cry loudly, but you get what I mean, right, Ty?"
More effort, more calming, more petting, and finally his mouth stayed open for the bottle. I sighed in relief. I had a good idea of what this kid was used to.
"He's been so restless since he's lost his mother." The voice of Tyson spoke up behind me, as he gently closed the door. "She was always right there to give him her breast, and he readily accepted it. It's a bond that's hard to match, instinctual."
"I kinda figured that out. Got him to open up, though. Taking it all down now."
"I can't say I blame him. Flesh is far preferred to rubber, if you ask me."
I cracked a smile as I looked back at him.
Then things took a turn for the unexpected.
He wrapped his arms around my stomach, pressing the silky fabric of the material against my skin. I swallowed. "Mr. Knight?"
"I have hopes that soon you will be able to give him such things, Marci. A milky breast instead of impersonal plastic."
"Uhm, I don't think I'm going to be lactating any time soon. I guess I could work at it, but it'd be really, really hard."
His hands shifted up my body, to the topic of discussion, taking each of them into the palms of his hands. "It will come sooner than you think. You're a born mother, Marci."
"Mother?" I repeated, trying to process his words as he played with my tits.
"Yes. Ty Jr. needs a strong woman in his life, someone for him to look up to."
"I can't replace your wife, Mr. Knight."
"No. You're not her clone, or her reborn. I've realized it would be silly for me to act as such."
More massaging of my breasts, his child still in my arms. I did enjoy Mr. Knight's touch, the pleasures so thick, my nipples hardening as he sought to please me.
"Um, Ty Jr. Has fallen back asleep." That was enough to get him to release me,
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