Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (10 page)

“Scoot over.”

She quickly rolled to her side and moved to the center, her
gaze never leaving him. He crawled up after her and snagged the bottle of oil.
Without his instruction, she lay back and placed her arms over her head, lacing
her fingers together in an artless manner he found charming. She was all pale
skin, pink flesh, and golden curls. So beautiful, like the steam rising off a
river in winter.

He knelt beside her and batted her hand away when she
reached for him. “No, little one. I call the shots, not you. Put your hands
back as you had them.”

She complied immediately, and he rewarded her by pouring a
drizzle of oil over both breasts, watching the sheen slide off her stiff peaks
and over the smooth curves. Instead of touching her, he drizzled more oil over
her body, concentrating on the perfection of her skin and the way he could
almost see the blood rushing through her veins.

Once he had her completely covered with thin lines of oil,
he began to massage her thighs. Her immediate groan had him increasing the
pressure, making the muscles relax beneath his grip. He wanted her languid and
limp with pleasure.

Moving up her body, he ignored her erogenous zones,
concentrating instead on sensitizing her to his touch. She still moved and
wiggled but not as frantic as before her orgasm. He’d make her return to that
stage of intense need, but he wanted her to enjoy a slow rush into desperate
arousal. Later they’d play with how many times he could make her orgasm in one
night.

After all, there was only one first time.

The sight of her skin beneath his big hands made him realize
how small she was compared to him. He could easily hurt her if he wasn’t
careful…and he didn’t want to be careful. As he touched her, he wondered if she
could take him all the way. Eight inches was a lot for a short woman like Dove.
She’d have to endure pain for his pleasure, and not every woman liked that. He needed
her to be aroused to the point where she would endure anything as long as it
made her orgasm.

After he’d taken care of her arms, he moved back down to her
bare pussy, by far the smoothest place on any woman he’d ever had the privilege
of touching. He drizzled some oil directly on the split of her cleft, the
tempting trail of grape-seed oil down her slit making her tilt her hips and
moan.

“Dove?”

“Mmm, yes?” She opened her eyes and stared at him,
practically purring beneath his touch.

He hesitated, not wanting to reach for a condom, not wanting
anything between them. That in itself was a warning sign he chose to ignore.
The only woman he’d had unprotected sex with had been his wife. He knew he was
clean, he knew Dove was clean, and fuck how he craved to be inside of her, skin
to skin. He wanted more than sex; he wanted intimacy with her.

But that wasn’t his choice to make. “Do you want me to use
protection? My health records are on file with Wicked so you know I’m clean,
but if you want me to, I have no problem with it.”

She spread her legs, tilting her pelvis to him. “I only want
you inside me. Please, may I touch you?”

He took a deep breath, memorizing every detail of her body and
mask-covered face. A primal satisfaction roared in his gut at the sight of the
love bites he’d left on her neck. Poor woman would be wearing high-collared
shirts for a few days. Maybe someday she would wear a collar made of his suck
marks, a visible statement to everyone that looked at her that she was his. His
to cherish and protect. His to take care of and make sure she never wanted for
anything.

She cleared her throat, pulling him out of his daydreams.

“Yes, you may touch me.”

He’d expected a hesitant touch, maybe a blushing caress.
What he didn’t except was for her to leap on him. He had to spread his thighs
to brace himself in a kneeling stance, absorbing her eager hands while she
rubbed her body against his. Her enthusiasm overwhelmed him, and he let his
hands fall to his sides, giving her an unimpeded view of his body.

She made wonderful noises while she explored him, the hard
length of his cock sliding in the oil on her belly. Soon he too became covered
in oil, and their skin slid together, a maddening sensation of wet silk rubbing
over him combined with the scent of her musk. Her clever lips found his nipple,
and he cupped the back of her head while she worked him, her hands gripping his
ass hard enough that he wondered if he’d have her fingerprints there tomorrow.

She started to slide her mouth south, but he stopped her,
grabbing a delicious handful of her golden hair and holding her still. “We’ll
save that for another day.”

Taking her down with him, he rolled them onto their side,
slinging her leg up over his hip. She was still a little too high to penetrate
from this position, so he busied himself with kissing her while inching her
toward his aching erection. The closer she got to his dick, the more aggressive
she became. Damn, he might have to tie her up for his own safety.

That was fucking awesome.

He could actually feel the heat of her pussy before the tip
of his cock brushed her wet folds. He knew from last night how tight she was.
He didn’t want to hurt her, so he teased her, reaching between them to fist his
hand below the head of his cock, only letting the tip penetrate her. She moaned
and shuddered against him, tossing her head back and trying to press herself
down on him.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

She struggled to do as he asked, and he pulled away
completely. Immediately her big blue-gray eyes opened, and the vulnerability he
saw in their depths strengthened his dominant nature. Holding her gaze and
gritting his teeth, he began to sink into her. Right away her body clamped
down, and he had to fight her, pushing up with his hips while sliding her down
his body. Her little fingernails pricked his arm and shoulder, but she managed
to keep looking at him.

So many emotions raced through her eyes, and he wished again
that damn mask was gone. He was almost all the way in when she shivered against
him, and her mouth tightened with pain. While he knew from experience most
women didn’t enjoy a man bottoming out in them, Dove kept working her hips
until her lips relaxed, and her eyes became half-lidded with pleasure. She used
his shoulder to push herself down until her oh-so-damn-tight pussy had him in a
death grip.

Holy fuck and thank
the saints she likes it deep and hard.

On their side like this, sex became incredibly sensual. It
had been his initial intention tonight to take her any and every fucking way he
could, but now in the face of her obvious affection and desire for him, he
wanted to make love. This wasn’t just about fucking, the meeting of a physical
need. Being with her, looking into her eyes, reading the devotion and pleasure
in her touch fed an empty place in his soul. The need to fill her, to make her
his, to give her everything she needed roared through his blood.

He shoved in a little bit deeper, making her cry out.

Well, maybe not make love in the traditional sense.

He rolled onto his back, easily taking her with him. She
kept his gaze the whole time, her blue-gray eyes blazing as he tilted her hips
so her clit was smashed against his pelvic bone.

“Too much?”

She had to swallow hard before she spoke, and even then her
voice was ragged. “No.”

“Prove it. Ride me.”

She placed her hands on his chest and slid her body up and
down with a liquid roll of her hips, making his eyes cross.

Goddamn, she felt good.

He rocked against her, setting a smooth pace and slowing her
down when she tried to rush. Her hands kneaded his chest, each stroke burying
him in her up to his balls. When she gave that pleasure-pain cry again, he
wondered if she might have a tiny bit of masochist in her. She certainly enjoyed
forcing her body to take him. And hell if that didn’t arouse the dark side of
his desire.

Remembering their conversation from yesterday about her
wanting to be forced, he let the chain on his lust slip a little bit. “I said
fuck me.” Reaching up, he grabbed her nipple in a hard pinch, and her cunt
tried to suck the cum out of him. “Now do it.”

She threw her head back, her hair a blonde halo in the
flickering lights. Slicked up and wet all over, she was everything erotic,
everything female. Soon she kept him in all the way, grinding against him and
making a whimpering noise. He reached between them and began to pull on her
clit again.

“Oh, please, Master, please.”

He pinched her clit hard, harder still until she bucked
against him and screamed, her breasts thrusting toward the ceiling and her
pretty gumdrop nipples as hard as rocks. When he released her clit, she went
completely still, her thighs locking around him and her pussy clamping down.

“Go over for me, baby.”

Then she began to come, and he had to fight with every inch
of his willpower not to join her.

Before she was finished, he flipped her over onto her back
and began to fuck her in earnest, their bodies sliding together. She turned her
head and captured his lips, devouring him while working herself against him in
a way that made the seed boil in his balls. She clung to him like she was
afraid she’d be taken away. He reached between them and played with her clit,
coaxing it back to hardness.

“Next time I’m going to put a clamp on this pretty little
nub. Nothing too bad, but it will have a long chain leading to the clamps I’ll
also put on your breasts. That way, when I fuck you and your breasts shake, it
will tug at your clit at the same time.”

He held her hands above her head when she reached for him,
and began to pound into her mercilessly. A couple of times he bottomed out, but
when he did, she’d writhe against him and moan his name. Fuck, the things he
could do with her. Images of taking her everywhere and anywhere filled his
mind, the last being his bed at home. It had been so long since he’d had a
female in his bed. Five years. No one had seemed like they belonged there until
now.

She arched beneath him; her breasts pressed to his chest.
“Oh, Jesse, you feel so good. Fill me up with your cum. I want to feel you
shoot inside of me.”

Unable to resist any longer, he gave up his controlled
rhythm and let his body dictate his moves, reverting to an almost animalistic
state where the only thing that mattered was spending himself in the depths of
her body. The burn shot from his spine to his pelvis, and he ground her ass
into the table. As the first stream shot from him, he roared, a cleansing fire
scouring him from the inside out. He emptied himself for what felt like
forever, a deep contentment settling over him.

When he came back to reality, he was once again kissing
Dove, long and slow kisses that went perfectly with the sweet submissive
beneath him. She had her body wrapped around him as much as she could, and he
slid his hands down her back, cupping her ass. When he slowly pulled out, her
mouth froze against his, and she let out a soft hiss of pain.

“Are you all right?”

She nodded and blew a warm breath against his skin. “You’re
a lot to get used to, Master. But I love it. You make me feel so full, so
taken.” She placed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “I’ve never been with
someone like you.”

“How so?”

She leaned back and twirled her hair. “You are just
so…so…wonderful.”

Happiness flowed through him, mixing with the relaxation.
“Trust me when I say if anyone in the room is wonderful, it’s you.”

She smiled at him; then something moved through her eyes,
and she looked away. “Thank you.”

Puzzled by the abrupt turn in her emotions, he pulled her against
him. “Do you think maybe I could call you sometime?”

She stiffened. “No.”

“No?” He tried to keep his hurt from showing. “Do you have a
boyfriend?”

“No. No, no. Nothing like that. It’s just, well, I mean,
you’re you, and I’m me.”

“Yes, and that’s why I like you.”

“You like me?”

“Silly woman, of course I do. I wouldn’t put up with your
bratty ass if I didn’t.”

“I’m not bratty.”

“Oh yes you are, and willful, but that’s okay. I like it.
Gives me a reason to spank you.”

She wiggled against him. “We haven’t done that.”

He chuckled. “No, we haven’t. I’m not going to push you for
your number, but I want you to know the offer is there to take it outside of
the club when and if you feel comfortable. I promise you I don’t have a torture
room set up in my basement. In fact I’m terribly dull.”

Instead of laughing she pulled his arms harder around her.
“You are an amazing man.”

“Well, you can’t really base your opinion of me on what
you’ve seen here. Someday, in the far-far-far-far-far-off, distant future, I
hope you’ll let me take you out to dinner. And then have you for dessert.”

She laughed and gently elbowed him. “That was so cheesy.”

He grinned and nuzzled her cheek. “By the way, nice hickey.”

“What!” She tried to pull away, but he held her close.

“Don’t worry. If you wear a high-necked shirt, no one will
see.”

Anya tugged her turtleneck higher, glad it was the last day
this week she’d have to wear something around her hickey-covered neck. Gosh darn
that man. He’d left what amounted to a necklace of love bites all over her. It
was like he’d marked her as his property. The thought at once scared and
tempted her. She could all too easily see herself spending the rest of her life
with Jesse and the boys. Unfortunately she didn’t think he’d want anything to
do with her once he found out the truth.

During their brief meetings throughout the week he’d not
even commented on the glasses she now wore. They were purely decorative, part
of her disguise in a weird way, but he’d smiled and chatted as usual, letting
her fill him in on the twins’ antics as they clambered all over him. While he
may have seen her the same, she couldn’t look at him without wanting to touch,
taste, and surround herself with him. She knew how good he was in bed, and it
was driving her nuts to have him right in front of her but unable to touch
because of her deception.