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The Nanny's Daughter


Kween Sheba


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(c) 2021





When Ayo's wife travels out of town, something he never considers comes up and he finds himself enamored to the pretty daughter of his child carer.

In what seems to be a premeditated move, Kate encourages him on. But something unexpected happens and what looks like sweet experience suddenly turns into a nightmare.










Episode One - The Nanny's Daughter





By six-thirty in the morning on Tuesday, I was already dressed for work in a smashing black suit. My wife, Rachel, had officially traveled to Abuja for a three-day conference.

Before she left, she made arrangement with Mrs. Edet, our long-standing nanny that she would be coming around in the day to cater for the children. It was a simple arrangement: she would come around, prepare their meal, bath them, prepare them for school (which was quite close by), bring them back from school after closing and remain at home until evening when I would return from work.

My wife had dropped the two kids with Mrs. Edet before when they were infants, so she was well known to us as a caring care-giver. Besides, she had proved to be trust-worthy and reliable.

The doorbell rang at precisely few minutes to seven. I went to it. A young lady was there.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted. "You are Mr. Ayo Johnson?"

"Yes, good morning."

"I'm Kate, daughter of Mrs. Edet, the nanny you were expecting."

I was surprised to hear that. "I see. And where's your mum?"

She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, just this morning, she developed some fever and is indisposed. Since we're on break and I'm available, I told her I would come around."

I couldn't believe my ears. "Mrs. Edet is sick? But, just yesterday, my wife discussed with her and we expect her here."

"She could not make it. That's why I'm here."
Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife on the line from Abuja.

"Excuse me," I said as I moved to answer the call. "Hello, darling?"

"Good morning, honey. Mrs. Edet just called me now. She's down, but she said she's sending her first daughter. Her name is Kate."

"She's already here," I replied shortly.

"Oh, that's good. Mrs Edet said we should not worry; that Kate is up to the task."

I grunted. "Okay. If you say so."

"Yes, darling. Just explain what she'll do to her."

"Alright, dear." We said few more things before she disengaged the line.

"Alright, Kate. Come inside."

"Thanks, sir."

I took her to the bedroom of the two kids. Ann, aged five, had already woken up while two-years old Elizabeth still slept on.

"Daddy!" Ann said.

"Hello, angel. Kate here is from Mrs. Edet and she will taking care of you." I turned to Kate.

"So, Kate, you'll take over from here."

I showed Kate the bathroom and the kitchen, locked my bedroom and was off.

The drive from Ojodu to my law office at Ikeja was very smooth, although the traffic had started building up. I had become a partner in the law chamber, courtesy of my father who was a senior advocate of Nigeria.




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

Thanks to all my friends and readers.

Your support is a good way of encouragement.

God bless you all.

I hope you will give this my new story the expected support. Thank you all.







The Nanny's Daughter


Kween Sheba


Cover picture: courtesy Pexels.



(c) 2021





When Ayo's wife travels out of town, something he never considers comes up and he finds himself enamored to the pretty daughter of his child carer.

In what seems to be a premeditated move, Kate encourages him on. But something unexpected happens and what looks like sweet experience suddenly turns into a nightmare.










Episode One - The Nanny's Daughter





By six-thirty in the morning on Tuesday, I was already dressed for work in a smashing black suit. My wife, Rachel, had officially traveled to Abuja for a three-day conference.

Before she left, she made arrangement with Mrs. Edet, our long-standing nanny that she would be coming around in the day to cater for the children. It was a simple arrangement: she would come around, prepare their meal, bath them, prepare them for school (which was quite close by), bring them back from school after closing and remain at home until evening when I would return from work.

My wife had dropped the two kids with Mrs. Edet before when they were infants, so she was well known to us as a caring care-giver. Besides, she had proved to be trust-worthy and reliable.

The doorbell rang at precisely few minutes to seven. I went to it. A young lady was there.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted. "You are Mr. Ayo Johnson?"

"Yes, good morning."

"I'm Kate, daughter of Mrs. Edet, the nanny you were expecting."

I was surprised to hear that. "I see. And where's your mum?"

She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, just this morning, she developed some fever and is indisposed. Since we're on break and I'm available, I told her I would come around."

I couldn't believe my ears. "Mrs. Edet is sick? But, just yesterday, my wife discussed with her and we expect her here."

"She could not make it. That's why I'm here."
Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife on the line from Abuja.

"Excuse me," I said as I moved to answer the call. "Hello, darling?"

"Good morning, honey. Mrs. Edet just called me now. She's down, but she said she's sending her first daughter. Her name is Kate."

"She's already here," I replied shortly.

"Oh, that's good. Mrs Edet said we should not worry; that Kate is up to the task."

I grunted. "Okay. If you say so."

"Yes, darling. Just explain what she'll do to her."

"Alright, dear." We said few more things before she disengaged the line.

"Alright, Kate. Come inside."

"Thanks, sir."

I took her to the bedroom of the two kids. Ann, aged five, had already woken up while two-years old Elizabeth still slept on.

"Daddy!" Ann said.

"Hello, angel. Kate here is from Mrs. Edet and she will taking care of you." I turned to Kate.

"So, Kate, you'll take over from here."

I showed Kate the bathroom and the kitchen, locked my bedroom and was off.

The drive from Ojodu to my law office at Ikeja was very smooth, although the traffic had started building up. I had become a partner in the law chamber, courtesy of my father who was a senior advocate of Nigeria.




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

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'...did I pee?' He laughed.

'No darling. It happens when you have an orgasm.' I nodded.

My attention went back to his hips. He answered my unspoken question.

'That, Lolly, is my cock and it will go inside you where you felt me touching you a bit ago.' I swallowed hard.

'...go inside me?' He kissed my neck softly.

'Yes. I'm going to take you, Babe. I'm going to Bleep you with my cock.'

Before I could respond, he shifted his hips and used his hand to guide himself. I felt it pressing against me. I squirmed against him, whispering in fear:

'H-how is that going to fit in me??' I twisted my hips away, trying to close my legs as I felt a little panic. The piercing eyes stared daggers into me.

I felt his hands on my hips grip tightly, holding the yielding flesh in a vice like grip. He leaned closer to my ear, whispering threateningly:

'You will not deny me entry. If you submit, I'll be gentle. If not, I can make this more painful for you then it will already be.' He pressed his hips forward, the pressure increasing as he illustrated his point.

his eyes seemed to pierce directly into my soul; there was no give to his will and I knew there was no way out of this. After a few seconds, I forced myself to relax, opening my legs to him again. He sighed, his legs trembling.

'Good girl.'

Before I could protest, he captured my lips as he thrust his hips forward. I felt a pain like a sharp rubber band snap and I opened my mouth to yelp, but he absorbed my cries with his mouth and kissed me passionately.

He moaned deep in his throat, his body shaking above me. He broke the kiss, drawing in a sharp breath and cursing.

'God you feel so good...' He kissed my pulse again and slowly rotated his hips. I winced at the discomfort; I felt like I was being split in half. He kissed my neck firmly, pulling away briefly enough to apologize.

'I'm sorry love... It's going to hurt for a little bit.' There was only one solid question in my mind.

'Is it really inside me?' He moved his hips again and I could feel it moving in me. He began slowly moving his hips back and forth, pulling out a little and then going back in. It hurt at first, but it soon started to feel good like before. The man was still shaking. He murmured.

'You're so tight... So good... I want to ride you hard but you aren't ready... God damn...' He did pick up the pace, however. When he pulled out, I felt a new kind of emptiness that was soon relieved after he surged back in, gyrating his hips.

He hit a really sensitive spot inside me and I moaned again, wrapping my legs around him as he moved within me.

He cursed under his breath and pumped faster, harder. It felt so good inside me and I soon wanted him to fill me more, get deeper, go harder.

I struggled against the chains binding my arms down and he lifted a hand, gesturing like he did before. The links disintegrated around my wrists like sawdust and my arms sprang free and wrapped around his shoulders.



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My back arched from the sensation, my mind completely hazy as I felt his mouth in the place I had never been touched before.

My legs quivered and my knees spread a little more, my body inviting him in without my permission.

his tongue swirled around my clit, awakening each nerve ending and setting them each ablaze. I didn't understand what I was feeling, and under present circumstances I didn't care.

He paused and I felt his eyes on my face. Through my panting, I managed to choke out,
'Please... don't stop... ohhhhhh...' his tongue slid up through my folds, turning my legs to jelly and my words to unintelligible moans and groans.

Then I felt something probing uncomfortably at my entrance. I bit my lip as I felt him touching me and stretching me a little.

Then I felt him suck on the sensitive little bud again and I completely forgot any discomfort. My belly was tightening in a weird way, but the way he made me feel I didn't want to care.

He drew on my clit repeatedly and I gasped, moaned, and writhed beneath him. I felt him insert his finger inside me and he stroked my inner walls, adding a new dimension to the sensation he was forcing onto me. The tightening within me kept growing with each second.

He flicked my nub with his tongue as he simultaneously swirled his finger inside me and the tightness exploded within me, unleashing a torrent of pleasure. My senses barely noticed the brief bit of pain as they were overcome by the intense sensation.

I heard myself whimpering softly as the cascade of pleasure began to ebb after a few moments. My heart no longer pounded with fear; the negative emotions temporarily gone as I basked in the glow of the new contentedness I suddenly felt.

Then, I became aware of something wet on the inside of my thighs and dripping down my bottom onto the table; I thought that perhaps I had peed myself and felt my cheeks grow hot with shame. I opened my eyes as I felt a shadow loom over me.

Piercing red eyes studied my face as my heart began to beat normally. He smiled and I noticed his lips were shiny and wet.

'You are absolutely exquisite when you come...' He leaned down to me again, kissing me gently. He tasted different. I swallowed hard.

'What just happened? ...what did you do to me?' I raised my head and looked down between us. his clothes were now gone and he was settled between my legs again. What I saw protruding from him made my eyes widen. He continued, seemingly unhampered by my attention on other places.

'You just had an orgasm. It happens when you feel really good.' He paused and licked his lips, the shiny stuff disappearing. I blinked, raising my gaze back to his face, and my cheeks felt hot again as I asked quietly,
'...did I pee?' He laughed.

'No darling. It happens when you have an orgasm.' I nodded.

My attention went back to his hips. He answered my unspoken question.





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He stood probably around 6'7, dwarfing my smaller stature of 5'four. He was medium boned, muscular, and pale as the moon. He wore a charcoal gray hoodie with a lighter gray graphic tee beneath. his face was sculpted, not overly so, but enough to eliminate any boyishness.
Pale, perfect skin and a symmetrical face... and eyes with very dark irises and light-absorbing full pupils. Full, spiky hair crowned his horrifyingly handsome face, making a mixture of terror and lust course down my spine, coating every nerve ending and focusing all my senses on him.

He casually leaned over me on the table, speaking in a low, dominating voice.

'Have you changed your mind, darling?' I gaped up at him, his face mostly a silhouette due to the crappy lightbulb hovering above. He raised
an eyebrow at me in expectation.

I blinked and closed my mouth, regaining enough of my stubbornness to turn my head away and close my eyes, as if trying to deny his
existence. I heard him hiss in a deep, threatening way.

'So be it. I'll have you, either way... And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more.' The hairs along my arms rose again, his words stirring
something deep within me.

He lept up onto the work table, kicking my legs apart roughly and settling between them. his hips rested against mine and he ground them into
me, bringing to my attention something very hard between us.

He dug his cold fingers into the neckline of my white tshirt, ripping it from me, jerking me off the table and startling me with the brutality of the
force he used. He gazed down at me, his hands caressing over the lacy white bra. He mumbled 'White for purity... White for virginity...' My spine
turned to ice. How did he know I was a virgin...?

Then he leaned down, taking the fabric between the cups into his mouth. He yanked back and it sprang free, the bra snapped in the middle,
ruined. I was completely bared to him, unable to cover myself or hide from those crimson eyes.


My captor cursed under his breath before almost violently attacking my right breast with his mouth. He bit the nipple between his teeth, flicking
his tongue over the hardening peak before sucking the soft tissue into his mouth.

My back arched off the table and I gasped involuntarily at the onslaught. his hand gripped and roughly kneaded the other as he worked over my breast with his mouth. I felt his sharp teeth sliding over my skin threateningly, knowing at any moment they could rip into me if he wanted.

My heart pounded with a mix of fear and a rising, unknown desire within me.

He released my breast from his mouth with a wet smack, his dangerous eyes glaring into mine.

'Your heart is calling to me...' He moved forward so that his face was at my neck. He nuzzled the throbbing pulse near my throat, sighing.

'How does it feel... knowing I could drink you dry if I wanted?' He squeezed my breast hard, stealing a gasp from me. his tongue caressed the
flesh over my racing pulse; I involuntarily angled my head to give him better access. He murmured appreciatively.

'You smell so delicious...' his teeth scraped over my pulse, drawing a shiver out of me. He chuckled a little, the sound a deep, throaty sound. He
spoke softly,

'I could kill you if I wanted... Tear open your throat and drink away your life.'

He kissed over my pulse again, lingering and letting his tongue snake out again to caress the sensitive flesh. A small whimper of fear and
something else escaped my trembling lips.

'Tell me what you think about that, Lolly.' My name sounded strange on his tongue.

I licked my dry lips, noticing how his eyes followed my tongue. I spoke, hesitantly, in a quivering voice.

'I think... if that's what you really wanted, you would have done that already.' He was inhumanly still for a moment, before a slow smile spread over his perfect face.

'Smart girl.'

He squeezed my breast hard again, extracting a gasp from me, opening my mouth to him. He leaned down, capturing my lips with a strange
hunger I'd never known before. My mind went completely blank as he pulled away to see my reaction.

I blinked, my brain feeling a little hazy as I stared back at him. I bit my lip, replaying over in my head what had just happened. Is this what a kiss
was really like? Then it seemed to dawn on him.

'That was your first kiss?' He looked taken aback for a few seconds. Then his pupils dilated a bit and he growled deep in his throat before
leaning back down and taking my lips again. My current situation forgotten, I lay there, trying to sort out how to react, the first time today when
I was completely at a loss for words or action.

I let instinct take over. He claimed my bottom lip, sucking gently. I pursed my lips together a little, putting a bit of pressure on his upper lip. his
hips ground against me again as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing against my lips.

Not knowing what else to do, I let him in and he swirled his tongue around mine, the sensations rendering my mind blank and my body limp. He
whispered against my lips,

'That's it... don't fight me.' He kissed me passionately, his hand starting to knead my breast again, flicking and rolling my nipple with his thumb
while the other slipped beneath my head, gripping the back of my neck as his fingers intertwined in my hair.

He began kissing along my jawline, moving back toward my neck. Each kiss kindled the fire growing just under my skin and I began to feel a
thirst within my body I had never known before.
his grinding began to feel good and I moaned beneath him as he sucked on my neck. My arms struggled against the chains, wanting to touch
him. He spoke, his words muffled by the sensitive flesh of my throat against his lips.

'Not yet, my darling.' He worked his way down my neck, pausing at my breasts again. his face moved away from mine as he maneuvered himself
lower over me.

He kissed the soft skin above my belly button, his hands shredding my dark-gray, knee length leggings. He flung the remnants of clothing off
the table, dipping his tongue in my belly button before kissing lower. Distress began to filter through the haze in my mind.

I mewled a soft,

'Wait...' My captor paused at his task.

'Trust me, babe.' He resumed, kissing softly above my panty line and my hips, silencing any protest I may have had. I felt his hands gently pushing my knees apart, giving him access to my sacred part.

I felt him blowing a steady stream of cool air over me and realized that he had somehow slipped my underwear off me while I was distracted.

Before I could protest, he latched onto my sensitive nub and sucked softly, drawing a moan from me.
My back arched from the sensation, my mind completely hazy as I felt his mouth in the place I had never been touched before. My legs quivered and my knees spread a little more, my body inviting him in without my permission.



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I stopped my food to stare at him for some seconds. ‘Work for you?’ I asked incredulously.

‘Yes.’

He took a bit of the chicken before he answered. ‘As my Personal Assistant.’

I chuckled again. ‘I did not study humanities or secretarial studies,’ I pointed out.

‘It doesn’t matter. All you need is training on the job. With your intelligence, I know you’ll excel.’

I could not help but grin. But where did this his confidence in me come from? We knew each other just some days ago, yet he was ready to
vouch for my intelligence. Gosh!

‘The job is still on for now. I want it to be filled as soon as possible, and I’ll like you to take it up. I’ll pay you double of what you earn now.’

Now, this was becoming serious. Double of what I currently earned? That would be fantastic. But how would Madam Rose feel? She was the one
that brought me to Lagos and she was not just my employer, she was a good friend of my mother and she was like a mother to me. I had only
spent about three months plus in Lagos, would it be right for me to abandon the job and start another one?

Yet, there was expectation in the eyes of De Gov’nor. I had to apply wisdom.

‘Give me some time to think over it. I appreciate that confidence you repose in me, but I’m just about four months old on my current job. Let me
think over it but I’ll give you my response soonest.’

He stared at me briefly and grinned. ‘Very smart answer,’ he said.
We ate the rest of the food in silence. After the meal, he popped champagne. The impeccable was very good. De Gov’nor symbolized goodness

and right now, I relished the moment of goodness with him.
I thought back to the last few weeks I spent in Benin, before relocating to Lagos. Events and circumstances had certainly transformed me. I had
moved from the simple lady based in Benin to Lagos babe. Mummy and Jennifer would be shocked to see how really I had changed. Even
Madam Rose, my Lagos godmother, would be surprised. Well, life was always full of surprises and I was not an exception.   

‘I really had a busy schedule today,’ De Gov’nor said. ‘I need a very good body massage. You should be able to give a good massage, right?’

I grinned. ‘That will be no problem.’

He soon stripped himself to his boxer and singlet and lay on his belly on the bed. I tried the massaging, and from his responses, I did not do
badly. I was surprised that he soon slept off. Shuo! Could a man be so tired that he would ignore sex? I thought all men were forever crazy
about sex. Sure, I still had a lot to learn.

I was even more surprised that throughout the night, he did not attempt any coital act. In the morning, he kissed me good morning the way a loving husband would kiss his wife. This De Gov’nor was a character. 

‘How was your night?’ he asked.

‘Fine. What about yours?’

‘I feel refreshed. Thanks for that massage.’

I grinned. Did that mean my only mission was to give him massage?

I went to the bathroom to have a good bath. I had come with an extra cloth which I changed into. 

‘You’ll get alert soon,’ he said, smiling at me. ‘Don’t forget my offer.’

I grinned back. ‘Of course, I won’t forget. Good bye.’

‘See you again.’ 

I nodded in affirmation and left. I would have to fund my taxi fare today, I thought and grinned. From Ikoyi to Berger was moving against the
traffic. Within forty minutes, I was at Roses Hotel. It was few minutes to eight.

‘My baby,’ Barbara gushed, hugging me. It was at that moment De Gov’nor’s transfer got inside my account. I checked the amount. It was twenty thousand naira. Wow, twenty k for a massage of few minutes. 

‘Give me your account details,’ I told Barbara. ‘I want to send some money to you.’

‘Wow, Queen is a big babe now. A big, Lagos babe.’

I grinned. ‘Courtesy of you, Barbara. I owe it to you.’

We hugged briefly again. 

‘How was the place? I hope he’s treating you better by the day.’

‘You know what? He’s asking me to come and work for him as his P.A. He said he would pay the double of my current earnings.’

‘How lucky you are! Miss Queen Alade, P.A. to Mr. Steve Renoya.’

We laughed briefly. ‘But then, I can’t take it,’ I said.

Barbara gazed at me. ‘Why?’  

‘I can’t just leave Madam Rose like that. She’s like a mother to me.’

‘You can explain things to her. I think she’ll understand.’

I still shook my head. ‘I told De Gov’nor that I’ll think about it, but really, there’s nothing much to think about. My mother will be livid in anger if she gets to know that I’ve stopped working for Madam Rose. And then, no, I can’t even walk up to Madam Rose and tell her such a thing.’

Barbara shrugged. ‘Well, it’s okay if that’s what you feel. But really, Queen, you are moving up.’

I got Barbara’s account details and transferred half of what I just received to her. I felt she really deserved it. Two days later, I got a call from De
Gov’nor. 

‘Thank you for the other day,’ I said.

‘Oh, it’s nothing,’ he said condescendingly. ‘So, when are you going to resume as my P.A?’

I thought fast. ‘I’m still thinking over it,’ I said.

He laughed shortly over the line. ‘You know what? The longer it takes you to consider the offer, the more I am convinced that you are the one for the job.’

I laughed too. ‘Really? There are many ladies that are qualified for the job, sir. Some are even better qualified.’

‘You are the one I’ve shortlisted for it. You are the one I want to take up the job.’

I nearly said I would, but when I imagined what the countenance of Isi Irabor would be, and how disappointed Madam Rose would look, I
withheld my assent.



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