The Caretaker

***MATURE CONTENT*** 18+ only

Don't read if you're uncomfortable with graphic details.

Prologue

"You can't treat them like this! I won't let you force them out of their own house," Ibha panted and blocked his way as she paused to catch her breath. Climbing up the steep mountain at utmost speed was not something she did every day. Her sweat trailed its way down her deep cleavage and soaked her tight cardigan that accentuated her large bosom as she stood before him with her arms wide open, so as to stop him from entering the villa.

His icy gaze fell over her perfect figure and intimidated her as he studied every part that allured him. She had come dressed in white denim shorts that hung low around her waist and exposed her honey kissed legs that shimmered with sweat. The pink cardigan she wore was sealed with only four hooks at the top, exposing her pierced belly button that teased him when her bosom rose up and down while she continued breathing heavily before him.

Aaron found it interesting to see her dressed like that unlike the days when she would strut around in her maxi dress, she looked all the more tempting now than when the sunrays would pass through her transparent maxi dress and reveal her figure.

"This is my estate, I can do as I please. I don't need an air head local to tell me what to do," he remarked and warned her with his deadly gaze to stay out of it, but Ibha was adamant on standing up for the old couple's rights.

"I think you've mistaken, you maybe his grandson, but that doesn't make you the owner of this estate," She crunched her brows and pointed her finger at him.

Aaron despised being pointed at especially by a women, he drew in a deep breath and reached for her waist. Slipping his fingers inside, he tugged her shorts and brought her closer to his body before she could react. With half of his fingers resting inside her shorts, he gazed deep into her frightened eyes and smirked.

"You won't let go that easily, will you?" he whispered and pulled out a rolled paper from his pocket. Bringing it closer to her, he gently brushed the edges back and forth against her firm breast and watched in delight as she quivered with his touch. He always managed to find a way to tease her whether they were standing in the presence of his grandparents in the villa or examining the tea plantation in the hills.

Ibha loathed the way he treated her, yet she failed to resist his lustful advances. There was something in the way he manhandled her, the more he did it , the more she secretly enjoyed it. By now the part he teased had stiffened and protruded inside her cardigan, it screamed for attention as it was clearly visible to his eyes.

Aaron smiled wickedly and stopped before embarrassing her further. "You like it, don't you?" he whispered and caught her attention as she failed to reply. "I meant the facts...you like facts, don't you? Well I've got some for your clarification," he said and handed over the roll of paper in her shivering hands while his remained fastened in her shorts.

Ibha felt uncomfortable with his hand resting there, but that didn't stop her from reading what proof he had brought to strengthen his case that the estate belonged to him.

"No, this can't be!" Ibha gasped and bit her lips after realizing that it was legal document that stated him as the rightful owner, just the way Mr. Sharma had explained. "I won't let you get away with this," she snapped and without thinking further tore apart the document.

"There goes your worthless paper, I'm sure you forged it!" She accused him and felt accomplished after tearing the document.

Aaron chuckled and tugged her by the shorts again and this time he slipped his hand further inside. Feeling the smoothness of her silk panty with the back of his hand, he cooled her flushed cheeks by blowing his breath over her face.

"You think I'm a fool to hand over the original documents to you?" he said and suddenly pushed her behind , causing the door to open with a bang. Ibha winced as she hit her head against the door. "Aaron please, don't do this! They are your grandparents, where will they go?" she pleaded and regained her composure while he walked in angrily.

His gaze scrutinized the hallway like a hawk waiting to target its prey who was none other than his stubborn grandfather. "and the question remains the same, since when did you start caring so much for the old couple, huh?" he enquired suspiciously as she continued pleading.

"They may mean nothing to you but they are the world to me. I'm in debt to the kindness they have shown my father and me. I would go to any extent to repay my debts," she announced and caught his leg. "Please I know grandpa hates you, but I believe you both can sort it out together like gentlemen. Aaron, I beg you don't force them out," she begged as her eyes swelled with tears.

Aaron gazed down at her and studied her weary expression, it surprised him to see her cry over his grandparents who weren't even related to her by blood. "So the official caretaker of the oldies is ready to do anything to repay her debts, huh?" he remarked and looked at her sarcastically as she nodded her head.

"Fine, I'll let you repay them," he said and looked away.

"Really? You mean you won't throw them out?" Ibha choked in delight and looked at him in utter disbelief.

"Hold your excitement, dear. I'm just offering you an opportunity to repay them, accepting it is where your loyalty will actually be put to test," he corrected her and shifted his gaze back on her.

"What do you mean?" Ibha tilted her head and looked at him puzzled.

"Be my slave and I'll let the couple stay..." he said and noticed her pale face. "Serve me with pleasure, whenever and wherever I want...no matter how I want it," he said it in a hoarse whisper and yanked her hair before making her stand on her feet.

"So what is you answer now, Ibha Gurang? Or do I need you fiancé's permission,' He asked and clutched her hair tightly. Ibha pondered over the thought of becoming a slave to Aaron, she knew what it meant, but also knew what it would mean if she were to reject his deal.

"As long as you stick to your promise..." she stuttered and lowered her gaze in defeat while he sniggered in victory.