The Babysitter

Part 4

It was at around 4pm the following afternoon when you arrived at the Hilton Hotel, feeling a little out of place as you arrived in your school uniform.

The receptionist glanced at you disapprovingly as you approached the counter, no doubt sensing that you were there for nefarious purposes.

"I'm here to meet Mr. Murphy," you said in what you hoped was a confident voice.

"Ahh yes, he's expecting you," the receptionist replied in a bored tone, before handing you a keycard. "Room 417. Take the elevator up to the fourth floor."

As you made your way to the elevator, a thousand doubts circulated in your mind and when you finally got to Cillian's floor, you were thinking about turning around and leaving.

Then again, the thought of his dominant, controlling nature sent a shiver down your spine, fueling your desire to see where this illicit affair would lead. You reached the door marked 417, your heart pounding as the seconds ticked by.

You waved the keycard over the sensor and heard the green light blink. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit by the setting sun, casting an orange glow over the ornate decor.

A king-sized bed beckoned from the center of the room, the sheets rumpled and inviting. Cillian stood by the window, his figure silhouetted by the fading light.

"Close the door," he commanded, and you obeyed without hesitation. The clicking sound of the lock reverberated in the quiet room. You took off your school backpack and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

Cillian turned to face you, his eyes burning with desire as you stammered out a quiet and nervous 'hello' while you inched your way towards him, unsure of what to expect.

You halted a step away from him, feeling his presence, his aura commanding and intimidating.

Cillian released a low chuckle, closing the distance between both of you, and breathed by your ear, "You're so predictable, Y/N, and yet I find that trait utterly endearing."

He handed you an envelope, which contained five crisp one hundred dollar bills. Your cheeks reddened as you looked at the cash. "That's more than you said you were going to pay me," you whispered, feeling a mix of shame and gratitude.

Cillian's rough hand brushed against your cheek, raising your gaze to meet his. "Well, trust me when I say that I will make good use of your time, and your body tonight so five hundred seems appropriate to me," he murmured, the promise in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as you nodded in response before telling him that you had to be home by nine.

Cillian simply chuckled at your response and assured you that he would have you home in time.

The anticipation of what was to come was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating, causing your heart to race and your palms to grow clammy. Cillian noticed your discomfort and took a step closer.

"What's the matter, little one?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"Are you nervous?" he asked, his hand tracing a path down your arm, making you shiver in anticipation. You nodded, unable to find your voice as his hand found yours, leading you towards the bed.

"Lie down on your back," he commanded, his voice dark and full of desire. You did as you were told, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you watched him strip off his shirt, revealing his toned body.

He crawled onto the bed, looming over you like a predator, and you felt a surge of panic mixed with excitement.

"Open your legs," he ordered, his tone commanding and unyielding. You hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes told you that there would be no disobeying him.