Governess

Thearpy

Cyrus POV

It's been a while since I've been on my own. Now that I think about it I've never been on my own. From birth, I was handed off to someone else to take care of me. I didn't need a therapist to tell me I had issues with human attachment. I realized every person that had ever been in my life had been paid to do so.

Today I lost my caretaker to a different force. Death. As a child I had been through the stages of grief so much I had grown accustomed to the feeling. After a while emotions were no more.

"One of your biggest problems is you think everyone can be replaced," my therapist said leaning up from her chair.

Short skirt, mid-thirties with traces of the ring she removes before our sessions. A necklace hanging from her neck with each of her children's birthstones. Garnet, amethysts, aquamarine, and a diamond.

She and her husband's unhappy marriage must lighten up in the fall seasons because that's obviously when their mating ritual takes place.

I smirked to myself realizing my thoughts. But honestly, I was tired of the games. In all honesty, I kept her around because I enjoyed her desperate attempts of trying to"seduce" me. I leaned up to be met face to face with the doctor.

"Everything can be replaced when given the right things to replace it. Society has made people put a price tag on their souls." I said being able to feel the breath she had no idea she was holding.

Her breath hitched as my hands went up to her skirt towards the center. In my mind, I had made a bet that she wasn't wearing panties. And I was right. She parted her legs further and leaned back. My other hand made its way up to her throat. My fingers curled as they made their way inside her. I kissed her neck making my way up to her ear.

Her breaths were uneasy as the pace of my fingers quickened. I felt a gush of liquid rush past my hands and onto the floor.

After I realize what I had done to the woman I gave her a minute to catch her breath. After which she looked at me with questioning eyes.

"My rug, Doc. I didn't permit you to cum yet you did. So I'll give you a choice. Clean your mess OR let me fuck your face" I said sternly

I saw her face turn the shade of a tomato. But her eyes sparkled. She was such a nasty little slut but I admired her for that and her ambition to please me.

She made her way onto her knees and unbuckle my pants. She gulped at first glance but she quickly went to work.

Tears in her eyes. Running mascara. In the heat-filled moment, I had somehow sat down while aggressively using her mouth as my plaything.

The door flew open and I was met with a breathtaking girl. From across the room, she wasn't phased or disgusted by my current state with psych.

"HI I'M ALANA. YOUR FATHER TOLD
ME ABOUT YOUR MANY SEXUAL TENDENCIES. I'M GOING TO LEAVE MY CARD ON THIS TABLE OVER HERE. I DONT WANT TO WALK OVER THERE WITH ALL THOSE SEXUAL FLUIDS" She yelled from across the room.

She turned and closed the door. My new "caregiver". My dad never talked to my caregivers it was always my mom who assigned them. Something more was at play.

I kept thinking about how my new governesses. She was perfect. Huge hair, big eyes, and old soul. Her voice. That's what pushed me over the edge. Doc got up off her knees and swallows.

"Good girl. Maybe next week I can give you a lesson on asking for your release. Maybe then I wouldn't haft to punish you in such a slutty way." I said wiping her tears away.

She nodded and headed towards the main entrance of my house where her car was parked.

I fixed myself then exited the room. On the bench to the right of me was Alana. Eyes closed rocking side to side with her AirPods in.

"I like to be fuckkkedddd like a sluuuu-"

she opened her eyes and put my hand out to shake her hand. I was met with a handful of lemon-scented hand Sanitizer.

"I'm not shaking your hand until you sanitize it. I saw you with that woman," she spoke with humor but it was laced with seriousness.

I rubbed the hand sanitizer in and the smell expanded into the atmosphere around us.

"Well, I guess I will see you tomorrow when I start." She waved and started walking towards the door.

I chuckled and made her turn around while giving me a concerned stare.

"What is so funny Mister? Am I mistaken? Do I not start tomorrow?"

Her concern was genuine and her confusion was adorable. The look on her face for what I'm about to say next will make my day.

"Firstly Alana call me Cyrus. You are not mistaken about starting tomorrow." I spoke still looking at her face

"So what seems to be so funny Cyrus. Why did you find the need to laugh?" Alana was getting aggravated by not knowing. She hated not knowing.

"I chuckled because you stated that while walking to leave," I said

"Yea and? " she spoke with the demeanor of a pouty child.

"Alana this is a LIVE IN job. Meaning you live in MY estate with me. 24 hours a day 365 days a year ." I said slowly while waiting for the shock factor to show on her face.

"The WiFi jumping in this bitch and y'all got a Chef that cooks soul food. So I'm cool with that" she said smiling.

"You not concerned about your family?" What if I'm crazy? What if I'm a murder." I screamed as she walked away

She stopped and started walking back to me

"All of my family members are dead. I don't even own goldfish. I can see crazy in your eyes but not towards me. You are fighting a different battle. Anyone could be a murderer it just depends on what your breaking point is." She said smiling while continuing to walk down the hall.

She is just as crazy as me. But she wasn't bitter about it like I was. I was intrigued, to say the least. Extremely turned on.

Our encounter made me reflect on my favorite line from Deadpool.

"I'm touching myself tonight"

I don't know what my father was thinking when he hired her. But this was going to be interesting for sure.