The Babysitter — Forbidden Shared Plaything (Part 4)

What am I getting myself into? This isn’t just about rekindling a relationship with my babysitter — it’s about being shared, something I hadn’t considered before.

The word “plaything” stirs something deep within me. It perfectly encapsulates my relationship with Sophia, my child’s babysitter. Yet, it’s been months since I last felt her touch.

The desire to surrender, to rekindle that connection, has been building relentlessly. I’ve reached my breaking point, and now, I’m ready to reclaim my role as Sophia’s plaything.

Daniel is on a business trip, and Charlotte spends her days at her grandparents’ house. So, I need a strategy to lure Sophia into my web of longing.

I dialed her number, my heart raced, and Sophia answered after the first ring. “Hey, Mrs. K. It’s nice to hear from you.”

“I’ve missed you, Sophia,” I confess, sounding like a love-starved teenage girl. My breath caught as I said the words, but it was true.

Sophia’s voice dropped an octave. “Oh, I’ve missed you too, Mrs. K.” Emotions churned within me as she spoke.