Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (13 page)

“You’re scaring me.”

He laughed and glanced down at his watch. “If I didn’t know
better, I would say you’re trying to flirt with me. I find a little fear makes a
submissive’s orgasm all the sharper, sweeter.”

She didn’t know what to say, frozen by the predatory look in
his gaze. “Sir, I need to go find my Master.”

“I’m almost tempted to keep you with me, but despite what
the submissive gossip says, I never force a woman.” Without giving her any
warning, he spun her around and gave her a hard slap on the ass that made her
yelp. “Off with you. If I catch you before you reach the hallway at the count
of fifteen, I’ll know that despite your protests, you do want to play.”

Stumbling in her haste to get away from him, she tried to
ignore his deep voice as he counted. When she reached the end of the hall, she
took a left and let out a scream when she ran into something very big hard
enough to knock her on her ass.

“Whoa. Easy, lass.”

She dragged in a breath. “Sorry.”

She scrambled to her feet and caught a quick impression of a
bear of a man in black combat boots and what appeared to be a leather kilt. His
skin was a beautiful light mocha brown that made his hazel green eyes all the
more startling. He had an amused but kind smile that dropped off his face when
Master Bryan rounded the corner seconds later. The man in his kilt held his
hand out to her, and she gratefully took it, her chest heaving like she’d run a
mile instead of the length of a hallway.

Bryan came to an abrupt halt and cocked his head to the
side. “Liam,” he said with a sneer, his English accent turning the word into
something that sounded like a curse. “I do hope you didn’t do something to that
girl to make her scream.”

The big man in the kilt pushed her fully behind him and said
in a heavy Scottish accent, “Well, if it isn’t the anemic Sassenach. So
desperate you have to chase the lasses now?”

Master Bryan drew himself up tall and looked down his nose
at Master Liam. “Hardly. Now go fuck some sheep and leave the girl alone.”

Master Liam laughed and looked down at Anya. “Is that true,
lass? Did you fancy shagging that wee
nyaff
?”

She wasn’t sure exactly what he’d said, but she knew what
“shagging” meant. “No, Sir. I was on my way to meet Master Jesse at the atrium,
and I got lost.”

Master Liam nodded and held out his arm. “Then it would be
my pleasure to escort you to your Master.”

“He’s not her Master…yet,” Master Bryan said with a small
smile. “Though he’d better collar her quick before someone calls his bluff.”

Ignoring Master Bryan, Master Liam tucked her hand under his
arm and led her down the hall. She and Master Liam walked in silence. When they
reached the huge entrance foyer without incident, she let out the breath she’d
been holding, a tremble going through her body.

“Easy now.” Master Liam paused and patted her hand. “Don’t
let that tosser intimidate you.”

She cleared her throat, trying to shake off the nasty
feeling in her limbs as the adrenaline faded. “Thank you for stepping in. I
don’t think he was going to hurt me, he said something about wanting to annoy
Master Jesse, but he sure does know how to scare a girl.”

Master Liam’s laughter boomed through the two-story room.
People passing by turned to give them an amused look. “That he does. Don’t let
it get to you. Some submissives adore him, but I think he’s a pompous ass.”

She giggled but wisely chose not to say anything. After
Master Bryan’s quip about not minding her manners, she didn’t want to give any
other Master a reason to be upset with her, especially a big man like Master
Liam. His biceps flexed against her hand as they walked, and she couldn’t help
but notice how good he looked in his kilt. She was Master Jesse’s through and
through, but only a dead woman wouldn’t appreciate the burly Scotsman.

Disconcerted by the growing attraction she felt to the other
man, she decided to put some physical distance between them. Master Liam had the
same aura of control and power Master Jesse had, but a little bit different.
Like dark chocolate instead of milk chocolate. Both were tasty, but she liked
milk chocolate the best.

She went to let go of his arm, but he placed his big hand
over hers, keeping her in next to him as they strolled across the foyer. There
wasn’t anything sexual about his touch, so she relaxed and let him guide her
through an archway to the left of the main doors. “I’m sorry again that you had
to escort me, Sir. I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening too much.”

“Not at all, lass. My show won’t start for another hour.”

“Show?”

Ignoring her question, he paused and smiled down at her, his
dark green eyes sparkling with a mischief that matched his smile. “Your Master
is Jesse with the beard, right?”

“Yes.” He gave her bare neck a pointed look, and she
flushed, resisting the urge to cover the band of hickeys Jesse had put there
like a brand. “Maybe not officially, but he is. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Good. He’s been rather possessive of you, warning off the
other Doms and all that. It’s nice to see you’re as besotted with him as he is
with you.”

She blinked up at him, delight unfurling through her in a
slow, sweet wave. “He’s besotted with me?”

Master Liam didn’t respond, just led them into a lovely
atrium that reminded her of something from a Victorian picture book. Plants
grew everywhere out of giant brass pots, and a low hum of conversation filled
the air from the people seated at wrought-iron tables beneath the warm lights.
The air had a fresh, green smell, and she took a deep breath, searching for her
Master.

Jesse must have seen them first, because when she spotted
him, he was already on his way over. Her greeting died in her throat when she
saw the angry look on his face, and she tried to remove her hand from Master
Liam’s arm, but he tightened his grip. Jesse wore a pair of dark brown leather
pants tonight that clung to his long legs, and her favorite vest, the one that
showed off the sectioned muscles of his abdomen as he neared them.

Jesse’s voice came out in a low growl. “Liam, what are you
doing with my submissive?”

Instead of being offended, Master Liam chuckled. “Easy
there, cowboy. Your lass was lost, wandering around the S and M wing.”

Jesse paled and looked at her, his whole demeanor changing
to concern instead of anger. “Dove, what were you doing over there?”

She was proud her voice didn’t shake when she responded. “I
didn’t know where the atrium was, and I got lost.”

Jesse let out a low sigh. “I was worried about you.”

Master Liam let go of her hand, and she went immediately
into Jesse’s arms, closing her eyes and burying her face against his chest.
Jesse stroked her hair with a gentle touch. “Thank you for bringing her to me,
Master Liam.”

“You’re lucky I found her. Master Bryan was chasing after
her when she ran into me.”

Jesse tensed, and his grip tightened to the point where she
had a hard time drawing a breath. “I’ll kill him.”

“Relax. Nothing happened. He may have scared her a bit, but
he never laid a finger on her.”

Jesse tilted her head up and looked in her eyes. “Is that
true?”

Wanting to avoid any confrontation between the two men, she
downplayed the incident. “Yes, Sir. He said he was just trying to annoy you,
but he still creeped me out.”

Both men laughed; then Master Liam shifted next to them, and
Jesse turned his attention back to the other man. Jesse put a possessive arm
around her waist. “I’m in your debt.”

The Scot grinned and rubbed his chin. “That you are. Does
your girl fancy a bit of voyeurism? One of the lasses I’m training would love
her.”

Jesse grinned. “Let me have a moment alone with her. Where
are you set up tonight?”

“Over in the London Theater.”

“Is Master Rory with you?”

“Nae. He’s off dealing with some
eejit
over mineral rights in North Dakota.”

Jesse ran his thumb over her shoulder, the touch making her
relax further. “If I don’t see you again tonight, thank you. It’s nice to know
I have such good friends.”

“Most welcome. I know you’d do the same for me.” He gave
Anya a wink that had a decidedly carnal edge to it. “Hopefully I’ll see you
again in a bit.”

Master Liam turned, his kilt flaring briefly to reveal his
heavily muscled thighs. She watched him walk away, then turned to look up at
Jesse. “I’m sorry I caused so much trouble.”

Not responding, he led her over to a black wrought-iron
bench toward the back of the room. After taking a seat, he pulled her onto his
lap and stared intently into her face. His lips moved like he wanted to say
something, but he didn’t. Worried she’d upset him, she cuddled closer.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

He closed his eyes before placing his lips against her head.
“What am I going to do with you?”

“Let me make it up to you with a blowjob?”

He laughed and stroked his hand down her side, some of the
tension leaving his body. “I’ve been greedy with your time, keeping you all to
myself and not showing you what the club has to offer.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

He pulled back, his dark brown eyes boring into her. “How do
you know? You’re so young, and there is a whole world out there to explore. I
should let you go so you can experience life without being shackled to an old
man.”

Disconcerted by the turn in their conversation, she sought
to reassure him and herself. “Please, Master Jesse. Things are so much better
when I’m with you, and you’re not old. You’re wonderful. Plus I don’t want to
be alone or with anyone else. If there are things you think I should
experience, that’s fine. I trust your judgment. I want you to be the one who
teaches me, who helps me explore. Just please don’t leave me.”

He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Easy, little one. I’m
not going anywhere.” He cleared his throat and smiled. “Have you ever watched
anyone have sex?”

Heat flared in her face like someone was roasting her from
the inside with a blowtorch. “No.”

“Would you like to?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s not something I ever thought about.”

“What about watching Master Liam pleasure his submissive? Be
honest with me about your desires, Dove. I will find them out one way or
another, and it would be much easier for you if you admitted your dark and
dirty secrets.”

Now the heat in her cheeks flared to the temperature of the
sun. “As long as you’re with me, I think I would like it.”

He lifted her off his lap and stood. “Follow me.”

A short time later they were in a dimly lit room illuminated
by flickering gas lanterns hanging from the high ceiling. Anya took a deep
breath to brace herself, and the scent of sex and perfume filled her. Sumptuous
red-velvet couches surrounded a circular stage that rose a few feet off the
floor. Those were almost all occupied, with only a few empty spots at the back
of the room. The stage itself was large, with a black leather table, chains
hanging down from the ceiling, a spanking bench, and a couple of other
contraptions that weren’t familiar to her. The couches were securely fastened
to the floor, something that allowed people to have sex without worrying about
sliding their couch into the people behind them.

She curled up next to Jesse on a couch right by the stage
that Master Liam had saved for them and let her gaze wander over the crowd,
only able to clearly see the people closest to the lights illuminating the
elevated platform. There were a variety of couples, and most were engaged in
some kind of play. She didn’t know what to watch first: the man on his knees
giving his Master a blowjob, the pretty brunette with her breasts bound in rope
being fingered by her Master, or the Mistress in a long, elaborate ball gown
with her submissive beneath the skirt, doing a damn good job of eating her
pussy if her sighs of pleasure were any indication.

A sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air, and sex
saturated her mind. Her own arousal was growing by the moment, helplessly
pulled along in the sensual spell being woven by the couples around her. She’d
never considered that watching someone have sex would turn her on so much. When
Jesse brushed the side of her breast with his hand, she sighed.

“Do you like this, Dove?”

She nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from the Mistress
quickly approaching her orgasm. Her beautiful skirt moved as the broad
shoulders of her sub pressed her legs farther apart. Her body arched into a
bow, her mouth opened in a soundless scream as the submissive did something to
make the Mistress clutch frantically at his head beneath her skirt.

Jesse laughed softly. “You haven’t even seen the main event
yet. Masters Liam and Rory are the head submissive trainers for Wicked, and
tonight Master Liam will be training one of his students. Master Liam loves an
audience, which is probably why he and Master Rory share their submissives.
That way there is always someone to appreciate their technique.”

Her pulse sped up, and her pussy clenched as the Mistress
wailed out her release. “They share?”

“Oh yes. For Master Liam and Master Rory, watching and being
watched adds the spice they’re addicted to.”

“What spice are you addicted to?”

He leaned closer and softly brushed his lips over her
forehead. “You. I crave you to the point where I’m almost savage. Being with
you is very…intense.”

Her heart ached for his words to be true. “Is intense good?”

Kissing his way gently down her face, he made her quiver
deep down in her belly, her body a physical manifestation of her emotions. His
kisses affected her to a soul-deep level. They were so controlled, yet they
ghosted over her skin as he slowly made his way to her mouth. The soft down of
his beard brushed against her in an entirely pleasurable stroke.