Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (15 page)

On the stage Master Liam had released Gloria from the chains
and had her bent over the table, facing Dove. The other woman’s gaze never
wavered as the big Scotsman ran his hands over her reddened skin before giving
her ass a brisk slap. The noise cracked through the air, and Anya started, then
bit her lower lip hard enough to sting when Jesse moved one of his hands to her
mound. He kept his fingers just above her slit and gently pressed his middle
finger down, somehow feeling like he was touching her clit even though he was a
good half inch away from that throbbing nub.

After a dozen spanks that had Gloria crying out and
involuntarily trying to wiggle away, Master Liam picked up a bottle of oil and
poured it down the curve of her bottom. Behind Anya, Jesse groaned deep in his
throat. He pressed against her, his cock seated firmly against her cheeks.

“He’s going to fuck her ass.” Jesse sank his teeth into the
side of her throat, and she stiffened, the pain mingling with the pleasure of
his hand still plucking at her tender nipples and his finger caressing her
smooth mound. “Someday I’m going to do the same to you, and you’ll cry from the
pain and pleasure of it.”

Hell, she wanted him to do it right now. He could take her
however he wanted as long as he filled the throbbing ache deep inside in the
way only he could.

“Please, Master, please take me. I won’t come, I promise. I
need you inside of me.”

He slid his finger down her slit and inside her, cursing
when her body clamped on him. “If you come before I tell you, I will be very
disappointed.”

She was unable to form any coherent words as Jesse stroked
his finger in and out of her pussy at the same pace that Master Liam was
sliding his fingers in and out of Gloria’s ass. Anya’s orgasm built and built
until she was shaking with the effort of not coming. “Jesse, Master, I can’t
hold back much longer.”

He eased his fingers out and moved her over to the side long
enough to open his leathers and pull out his big, very hard dick. Before she
could draw a breath, he had her back on his lap, holding her up with his upper
body strength.

“Guide me in.”

She positioned the fat head of his dick at her entrance and
cried out when he began to slowly lower her onto his thick erection. Inch by
inch he filled her. When her dazed gaze returned to the stage, she watched
Gloria’s face contort with pain and pleasure as Master Liam began to shove his
very big dick into her ass. Their eyes met, and a bolt of electricity seemed to
surge between them, connecting them together, feeding Anya’s arousal until she
helplessly milked Jesse’s cock with her delicate muscles.

Behind her Jesse cursed and set a brutal pace, raising her
up and down on his cock as if she were a doll, using the tight sheath of her
pussy for his own pleasure.

“Dove, I’m going to come inside of you, fill you up fast and
hard. Then, after Gloria has licked you clean, made you come all over her face,
I’m going to fuck you again.”

“God, yes.”

Anya panted, and Master Liam watched them, his jaw clenched
as he eased in and out of Gloria at a much slower, gentler pace. The other
woman writhed beneath him, her eyes barely open as he worked her. It was so
damn hot watching them have sex. Like Gloria had said, the knowledge that the
other woman was feeling what she felt left Anya in an almost mindless state.
There wasn’t room for anything more than pleasure.

Still, Anya wanted to come very badly, and that wouldn’t
happen until after she served her Master. She reached down to where Jesse’s
cock shuttled in and out of her pussy, and began to gently rub and tug at his
balls.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Make me come.”

She could feel his testicles draw up tight beneath her
fingers, his body losing its rhythm as he pounded into her. Desperate to please
him, to do as he commanded, she stroked a finger down his perineum and pressed
against the entrance between his cheeks. He made a strangled cry and lunged
into her, holding her hips so tight she was sure she’d have bruises there
tomorrow.

Not that she gave one flying fuck. He could cover her in
bruises, and she’d happily take them all, wear them with pride as symbols of
his pleasure in her. Each mark would be a testament to how good she made him
feel.

She held perfectly still, her attention on Gloria as Jesse
filled her up with his cum. The jerking of his dick inside her was delicious
torture, and her inability to join him made her feel savage. She raked her
nails down his thighs, and he groaned before capturing her wrists in his hands.

“Behave.”

On the stage Master Liam pulled out of Gloria, his
condom-covered dick shiny with the oil used to ease his passage. He grabbed a
handful of Gloria’s hair and awkwardly dragged her across the stage. He stepped
off first and brought Gloria down, pushing her onto her hands and knees. Jesse
pulled out of Anya but didn’t move her much, just sliding his still-hard dick
between her butt cheeks. He gripped her thighs and widened his legs, forcing
her to spread almost to the point of making her hips ache.

Not that she cared. The ravenous gleam in Gloria’s eyes had
her heart beating triple time.

Master Liam bent over and gave Gloria’s ass a hard slap. “Go
clean Dove for her Master.”

The beautiful black woman crawled across the floor like a
panther, licking her full lips in a manner that had Anya twitching and moaning.
Once Gloria was between her legs, Master Liam knelt behind her and lifted his
kilt, spreading her ass open with one hand.

Looking up at Anya, Gloria began to lick the soft crease
where her thigh met her sex, and Anya’s empty sheath contracted, pushing out
some of the cum Jesse had put inside her. Gloria sighed and then sealed her
mouth over Anya’s pussy, sucking hard. Her lips felt so soft and her tongue
smaller than what Anya was used to, a delicate swipe that made her toes curl.

Master Liam slammed himself into Gloria without preamble,
making the woman grunt against Anya’s swollen flesh. Jesse groaned and grabbed
Anya’s wrists, pinning them to his hips while Gloria nibbled and sucked at her
flesh, sticking her tongue inside Anya’s sheath and eating every trace of seed
she could find. Then she worked her way up to Anya’s clit, each thrust from
Liam pressing her face hard into Anya’s wet flesh.

Jesse rocked between the curves of her ass cheeks, making
her yearn to have him there like Gloria had her Master. She looked down,
mesmerized by the sight of the woman’s dark lips sealing over her swollen clit,
the sensation of her teeth nibbling at the very tip. Master Liam swore and
groaned, his strain from holding back his own orgasm showing in the ruthless
way he fucked Gloria.

It all began to blur together: Gloria’s mouth, the slap of
Master Liam’s hips hitting Gloria’s ass, and finally Jesse’s lips against
Anya’s ear. Everything felt so good, Anya never wanted it to stop, but she
would die of pleasure if it didn’t. “Come for me, Dove. Make that greedy bitch
lick up every drop.”

Gloria sucked hard on her clit, working with her teeth and
tongue until Anya arched against her. One final swipe of the other woman’s
tongue, and Anya lost herself in bliss, falling over the edge into her release,
her body shaking against her Master as he held her tight, held her safe in the
middle of the storm of sensations. He talked her through what had to be the
longest orgasm of her life, telling her how beautiful she was, how proud he was
of her for trusting him, and how much he wanted her.

Master Liam said through gritted teeth, “Clean his balls,
girl, and come while you do it.”

Gloria complied, and her harsh cries became muffled as her
head worked below Anya’s tender pussy, her dreads tickling Anya’s skin. Jesse
tensed; his hips surged forward. He grabbed Anya’s breasts and began to kneed
them, rough movements that roused her own passion. She watched, fascinated as
Master Liam looked between her breasts, pussy, and Gloria’s busy head, his face
tensing, his whole body going tight.

With a roar, Master Liam jerked and strained against Gloria,
pulling her up toward him so that he held her tight to his chest while he
emptied himself into her willing body.

Jesse lifted Anya off his lap and turned her around. Without
being asked, she straddled him and tilted her hips, sliding him into her
channel. They both froze, their bodies slick against each other with sweat.
God, when he looked at her like he was now, she felt so connected to him, like
their souls were brushing together as well as their bodies.

He pushed her back so he could grab her breasts, squeezing
them hard enough to hurt. The pain made her jerk her hips, and his long dick
sank even deeper, far enough to make her body ache from the strain of taking
him.

She loved it.

“You’ve been a good girl, Dove. Ride me until you come.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders, going slow, taking
her time with him. A delicious numbness fuzzed her nerves, almost like she was
floating. Then she met his gaze. The desire and the possession there had her
groaning. He was marking her as his, publicly, in a primal way that told the
other Doms to back off. She might as well be wearing his collar, because she
didn’t want anyone except him. The thought of being his submissive, his woman
made her heart pound even harder.

He shifted so her clit bumped over his pelvis, the rough
hair there scratching against her swollen nub in a delicious way. She somehow
felt even more sensitive after Gloria’s mouth had been on her. Every stroke
with Jesse was a dream of pleasure, an experience she would crave for the rest
of her life.

When he pulled her down to kiss her, his hand went to the
back of her neck like Master Liam had held Gloria. A collar made out of flesh.
She moaned against him, eagerly opening her mouth, then sucked on his tongue.
Never before had she felt so alive. The wonderful building sensation of her
orgasm slowly rolled through her, matching the long, unhurried pace of their
strokes.

When Jesse grabbed her ass, she gasped and began to move
faster. He spread her cheeks with his hands, and suddenly a wet tongue licked
at her anus. She jumped, but Jesse held her tight, not letting her move away,
making her kiss him with savage nips at her mouth. He held Anya open wider, and
the tongue was replaced with two slender fingers.

Bucking against Jesse, she held him tight, burying her face
against his neck and crying out. He began to thrust beneath her, slamming into
her body and hitting her cervix with a muscle-tightening rhythm. The fingers in
her bottom sped up and began to scissor open, widening her back passage. Is
this what Jesse would do before he took her ass? Get her so worked up like
this, to the point where she was begging him to take her back there?

“Dove, come for me.”

She ground her pelvis into his in a tight circle, mashing
her clit against him, then tensing. When the fingers in her ass withdrew,
leaving a stinging burn behind, she lost control. Her shout had to have raised
the roof because it came from the bottom of her soul. Jesse swore viciously and
held her still, making her feel the pulsing of his dick inside her as he came
again. She groaned at each twitch, sensitized to the point of it being too
much.

As if he understood, Jesse didn’t pull out after he
finished, instead holding her to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and
someone placed a blanket over her shoulders. It was warm and smelled faintly of
vanilla. A relaxing and comforting sensation that, when combined with Jesse
holding her so close, made her instantly sleepy.

He shifted her and slowly pulled out. She rose so he could
tuck himself back into his leathers, then settled against him with a sigh, so
glad she could finally just relax. Never in a million years did she think she’d
do something as hedonistic, as wonderful as the night Jesse had just given her.
With his presence, his constant reassurance, his control of her, he allowed
Anya to immerse herself in the moment. Anything she did was with his blessing
and for his pleasure, making what had already been an incredible sexual
experience border on nirvana. The world drifted by, and she lost herself in the
gentle sound of Jesse’s voice as he talked with people around them, his
occasional soft laughter rumbling against her ear like distant thunder. Through
all of it, he never stopped touching her, making her feel pampered and loved.

Jesse pulled past the gates leading to his home and took a
deep breath of the spring air, the top down on his Jaguar and some classic rock
playing on the speakers. He felt remarkably good, almost revived, and he who
knew to thank for that.

The beautiful, amazing young woman who wouldn’t stop lying
to him.

He’d learned a long time ago that one lie led to another and
sooner or later that house of cards came falling down. It was a painful lesson
he was going to impart to Anya next Friday if he didn’t get her to admit she
was also Dove this week. To aid him in his quest, he’d switched around his
schedule so he could come home two hours early every day.

His personal assistant had practically cheered him when he
said he was taking some time off, and he’d realized he hadn’t had a real a
vacation in five years. Oh, he’d taken the boys to visit family across the US,
but they hadn’t gone anywhere fun just for the hell of it. First because the
boys had been too young, then because he couldn’t face returning to some of his
favorite vacation spots without his wife.

Carol loved to travel and had dragged him all over the globe
before she passed, showing him things he never would have found on his own.
She’d been a free spirit, someone whose life had burned bright and fierce, then
ended all too soon. If she was watching over him—and he knew she was—she’d be
rolling her eyes and telling him it was about time he got his head out of his
ass.