Kayley

Four years ago...

I push Lionel inside his unit and walk out to pick up his shirt and shoes. I cover my eyes when he strips in front of me. What the hell is he doing? I ask when Lionel groans. I peek between my fingers and find him masturbating on his couch. My body tenses as heat surrounds me. I can't close my eyes or my fingers to cover my face. I turn around, spread his shirt, and swiftly cover his exposed crotch with it.

"Jerk," I mutter while flopping on a chair. My body aches from carrying Lionel to his apartment.

It's a good thing the party is close to his Osler apartment. It's his apartment when he's on duty as a resident at the nearby hospital. It's the accommodations provided by the hospital for their doctors. I'll move in here when I become a fellow.

Only fellows and professors are allowed to be in this apartment building. There are exceptions, and Lionel is one of them. He's the grandson of one of the founders of the hospital. He gets a unit fitted for a top doctor.

I look at the clock, and it's not even midnight yet. While my classmates enjoy our college graduation, I babysit this immature resident. I knew he would ruin my night when he showed up at my graduation.

Lionel came because no one would be there for me. My mother is in Paris with Mrs. Beth Icenhower, Lionel's mom. The Icenhower matriarch always takes my mother with her whenever she travels the world. My mom is her babysitter-slash-best friend. While I’m stuck as Lionel’s babysitter-slash-enemy.

He told me that Beth wanted him to throw a graduation party for me. He followed the request but turned it into his party. I couldn't even have one beer because Lionel kept snatching mine. My friends thought he was being protective. Well, it turned out that he needed me sober so I could drive him home.

After taking a few deep breaths, I walk into his room and find everything a mess. His sheets are filthy and need a change. Lionel wants to prove that he's grown up, but he can't live without a maid. I frown and walk to a closet to find some clean sheets.

A puzzle of a human heart rolls from the bed as I take off the old sheets. I sigh and roll my pencil-cut skirt before climbing to the bed. Lionel's superiority complex shows in his bed. Why did he choose a tall and wide one? It's difficult to cover it by just myself. And my skirt is making it harder.

I peek at the door to make sure Lionel remains on the couch. I pull down my skirt and climb on the bed wearing only my half-slip.

I almost fall from the bed when the door opens and Lionel walks in. He walks straight to the bed and drops next to me. I panic and wriggle away from him. My slip rolls higher to my thighs. Lionel puts his head on my exposed thigh after planting a soft kiss on my skin.

“What are you doing?” I yell when Lionel pulls me close to him.

Lionel hugs me by the waist and starts sniffing my belly. I turn into a statue but with a racing heart. Every time his breath lands on my skin, my body shivers.

I push him away, but Lionel sits up and looks at me. I try to keep my eyes on his face, but his abs and hard cock pull my eyes to them. "Why do you always appear when I want to fuck you?"

Is he talking about me? I shake my head. It's another woman. There's no way Lionel will think of me as somebody he wants to... fuck. He hates me.

My mother and I are maids for the Icenhowers. My mother worked as a nanny for Lionel and his brother, Lorenzo. After learning she had a daughter, Beth insisted on letting me stay with them. Mama tried to keep me away from the family, but they were fond of me - even Lionel. I grew up knowing my place but appreciated the love the Icenhowers showed me.

Things changed when Lionel was in senior year. He didn't want to take a pre-med course, but his family forced him. Lionel only needs to pass the medical board. A department awaits him at Osler.

To encourage him, the Icenhowers used the "you are luckier than Kayley'' line. Lionel hated the comparison. I became the subject of his ire. When he came home for his college breaks, he would spend it by ruining my summer. I ignored him before. But when he accused me of sleeping with the school's quarterback, I fought with him to clear my honor. He kissed me during our argument. It was my first kiss, but he only did it to prove that I let anyone kiss me.

We studied at the same university. I couldn't choose another university because the Icenhowers paid for my tuition. I'm not that smart to earn a scholarship from a good university. So, I had to depend on them again.

I was in pre-med; Lionel was in med school proper. Beth would often ask me to check on him. I ended up becoming Lionel's maid. I couldn't even go out on a date on weekends because he always had errands for me. He always had something to keep me in my dorms or at his place for the weekend.

And when I refused, he'd always use the "I'll tell Mom," card. I had no choice but to do it. The Icenhowers didn't expect anything in return from me, but Lionel always reminded me about their help and used it to exploit me.

"Cover yourself up," I grab the blanket and put it over him. He throws it away and pulls me closer to him. I raise my legs to kick him, but he quickly slides his body between them. "Get off me, Lionel."

Lionel snorts and traces my face with the tip of his nose. He's drunk and trapped in a dream. Lionel looks at me with desire. I try pushing him again, but he puts more weight on me.

“Lionel,” he kisses me before I can say the next word.

His tongue wriggles into my mouth, tickling the memory of our first kiss. I hated that kiss, but its taste and sensation remained fresh in my memory. Worse, I also remember my humiliating reaction to kissing him back. And I'm doing it again with him now.

Lionel’s free hand wanders to my legs. I push his hand away from my thighs, but he keeps it coming while he chases my lips. “Lionel!”

“Kayley,” I freeze when he replies with a smile.

Does he know it's me? Is he really drunk? Lionel throws my questions away with another kiss. I try to fight off his kiss and check if he's drunk or not, but he strengthens his kisses and imprisons me with his body.

"Lionel," I want to push him away, but I lose my will when his fingers find their way into the crotch cover of my panties.

He gags my mouth with a passionate kiss while scratching my crotch. Every time I push him, he does more in return. His fingers slide inside the cover and roll on my wet pussy. I gather my strength to fight him, but he keeps his position.

“Stop,” but I can’t pull his hand away when he begins brushing his thumb on my clit.

"Kayley wants to be my baby," his voice is too sexy as he plays with my wetness.

I haven't had any drop of alcohol, but he manages to make me drunk through his kisses. My body weakens as he rubs my clit more intensely. Lionel chuckles and kisses me when I moan. I let my imagination go wild and thought of his kisses as passionate and meant for me.

“Lionel.”

“Sh....” he stops my objection with a kiss and continues to roll my panties down.

Am I ready for this? Lionel is drunk; he wouldn't want to do this with me. But as he showers my neck with kisses, I slowly release the feelings I've been hiding from him.

I gasp when Lionel rolls his sturdy shaft on my wet slit. "Wait," but he doesn’t listen and slides the tip to my opening. Every time I try to speak, he silences me with a kiss or makes me cry by pushing his dick deeper into me.

"Everything will be okay, Kayley. It works perfectly in my dream," Lionel laughs as he breaks my innocence before I can prepare myself. "Sh..." he hushes me when I cry. "You're my baby now, Kayley."

He repeats the words, and I slowly believe him, even when I shouldn't.

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