Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (19 page)

She complied, and when the tip of his cock slid past her
lips, over her tongue, and down her throat, she realized how very vulnerable
this position made her. He held her still, his grip in her hair bordering on
painful. In and out he slid, farther each time until she had to fight a gag
when the fat crown of his head slipped into her throat.

Convulsively swallowing in an effort to take him deeper, she
made him groan. “Relax your throat. Take me in, baby. You have no choice in the
matter. I’m going to fuck your face, and you are going to be a good girl and
take it.”

Arousal spun through her until she thought she could almost
feel his pleasure. She was so wrapped up in being what he wanted, what he
needed, that she got a glimpse of what her compliance was doing for him. His
powerful thighs rocked as he set an easy rhythm with his strokes. Precum slid
over her tongue with each thrust, and her mouth watered, easing his passage.
She was the one who was making him lose control. A heady sense of power and joy
filled her with a warm tingle that only heightened her own arousal. Opening
wider, she tried to swallow as much of him down as she could. Her Master was
trusting her to give him pleasure, to obey his will, and she tried to show her
obedience, her thanks, by making this the best blowjob he’d ever had in his
life.

The only thing in her world was his scent, his taste, his
flesh filling her.

He pulled out almost all the way. “Lick the head, then suck
it.”

Swirling her tongue over the fat mushroom cap, she then
probed the slit, and he growled deep in his throat. Emboldened, she tried to lick
farther into that small slit, to draw forth more of his liquid arousal. With a
curse he jerked her head back, then slid himself in and out of her mouth, his
pace becoming punishing. Tears prickled the corners of her eyes, her throat
burned, and her arms ached from being bound behind her, but those discomforts
only added to her arousal.

She’d endure all that and more for his pleasure.

He shoved himself all the way in until her nose was buried
in his pubic hair, and held her there, making the air burn in her lungs as he
filled her throat. One second passed, then another as the hot length of him
throbbed between her lips. At last he pulled all the way out, and she took a
gasping breath of air, her vision blurring with her tears.

He drew her up by her hair and turned her face so he could
see her. “My beautiful girl, you did so well.” He wiped her mouth, gathering
the moisture from her lips, then rolled one of her abused nipples between his
now slick fingers. “Someday I’m going to come down your throat, and you will
suck every drop from me, but right now I have other things in mind.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he pushed her down onto
the mattress on her stomach so her legs hung off the edge of the bed. The
comforter scraped across her sore nipples, and she turned her head to the side,
the rasp of her harsh pants filling the room. He kicked her legs wider, then
moved the panel of her panties over so that her pussy and ass were exposed.

“Should I fuck this pretty asshole?”

He pressed his finger against her puckered entrance, and a
jolt of pure lust went through her. With his other hand he swept two fingers
through her folds and brought the slick arousal to her anus. He then began to
slowly massage the swollen tissue around her clitoris, forcing more blood to
the area and further sensitizing her. Pressure was at her asshole again, but
this time it was the gentle laving of his tongue, licking up her honey spread
around that tight entrance. Good God, that felt so good, the alternating
stimulation from his hands on her pussy to his mouth on her ass, his touch
connecting the nerves of her body in the most pleasurable way ever.

He pulled his mouth away from her bottom, only to be
replaced by one finger. He slid gently into her anus, and she groaned against
the slight burn.

“Tilt your hips up and push back.”

She did as he asked. The burning lessened and became an
intense sensation that made her gasp. He began to slowly finger fuck her
bottom, deliberate strokes that forced her to concentrate on every tiny bit of
feeling. A second finger joined the first, pushing and probing against the
tight ring of her anus before slipping in. He held his hand still, filling her,
while he continued to massage her mound. Then he pinched her pussy lips, hard,
over her clit and rolled the skin. She arched and shouted at the intense burst
of ecstasy, pleasure detonating in her blood. He shoved a third finger in, and
she tensed, the burning more than an annoyance now; it was a real pain. Making
a soothing sound, he removed his fingers. Then he picked up his shirt from the
floor and cleaned himself off.

“Hmm, not today.”

She wiggled, wishing his finger was back pressing on that
soreness, making her endure for his pleasure. “Please, Master. Take me any way
you wish.”

“Rest assured, Anya, you have no say in the matter. If I
want to turn you over and fuck your tits, the only thing you’ll be able to do
is lick the head of my cock.” He gave her ass a hard slap that made her cry
out. “You do like your pain, don’t you?”

Sinking into the warmth flowing through her, relaxing into
the mattress, she moaned softly. “I like turning you on, Master.”

He smacked her again, harder. “Be honest with me, Anya. Your
sore nipples, your stinging ass, they all make your pussy wet, don’t they?”

She nodded and earned another slap, this time where the
sensitive skin of her bottom met her thigh. “Yes! It feels wonderful. Bad and
good at the same time.”

He leaned over, his weight crushing her back, his cock
sliding between her ass cheeks. “When I do fuck you in that pretty, tight
asshole, I don’t think I’ll stretch you too much first. I’ll make your ass
burn, make you cry, then make you come until the bed is soaked beneath you.
There is something so sensual about licking the tears from a woman’s cheeks as
she comes hard around my cock. They won’t be tears of pain but of release.”

She shuddered, rubbing her butt against his dick as his
words wove a magical dark spell around her. “Oh, please do that now.”

He laughed, a rough chuckle that brushed across her skin.
“You are so sweet, but I want that cunt clutching at me. I can feel it when I
bottom out in you. Most women complain that it hurts, meaning I have to be
careful, but you like it, don’t you? I can fuck you as hard, as deep as I want,
slam into your cervix, and it will only make you wetter, needier.”

She nodded and clenched her hands, one big ball of craving
for his dick.

“Say it.”

“I-I love it when you fuck me until I ache.”

“Hmm.” He shifted so his cock pressed at her entrance. Her
vagina contracted as if trying to suck him in. “I want you to walk around
tomorrow sore. When we move you into your new room, I want to know you can
still feel me between your legs. I enjoy knowing my submissive is wearing my
touch on her body, even if it can only be felt, not seen. I bet when you press
your thighs together tomorrow, you’re still-swollen pussy will ache and get
wet. Because I intend to fuck you hard tonight and again when we wake up.”

All she could do was keen her need as he slowly breeched her
entrance, sliding through her well-lubed passage but still having to fight her
body. She tightened around him, enjoying his grunt as he had to use the muscles
in his legs to push into her. With an endless stream of moans flowing from the
pit of her belly and out of her throat, she clenched down as hard as she could.

“Goddammit, Anya.” He pushed off and slapped her ass twice.
“Open up for me. You aren’t going to suck the cum out of me with that tight
pussy yet.”

He gave her a hard pinch on her butt, already burning from
his slaps, and she gasped, her muscles relaxing and allowing him to slide all
the way in. With a groan of his own, he picked her up by the hips, her toes
barely scraping the floor. He was so strong, able to throw her around and use
her body any way he wished.

It was such a fucking turn-on.

At first he kept his strokes slow and teasing, making her
conscious of his every move. She begged him for more, harder, but he ignored
her and continued the mind-blowing feeling of his dick moving in and out. Soon
she fell into the rhythm, her bound arms and dangling legs making it impossible
to do anything but feel. Then he slammed into her and hit deep, shoving hard
against her cervix.

She screamed, and he stilled, his cockhead pressing inside
her, no doubt anointing her stinging cervix with his precum. Her pussy throbbed
around him, the desire spiking higher until she became mindless with it. But he
continued to move in and out, taking her to the peak, then stopping, leaving
her to clutch her inner muscles around him in a vain attempt to milk her orgasm
out.

“God, little one, you are so tight, and your pussy is
incredibly snug.” He eased back out all the way and shoved in, driving another
scream from her. “That’s it. Take all of me. Every fucking inch.” The last words
were punctuated by him pulling out until the bulbous head of his cock stretched
her entrance, to an incredibly long slide back until he bottomed out.

She turned her head to the bed, her tears soaking into the
fabric as he hammered into her. Oh God, she hurt so good. He released her hips
and grabbed her arms, forcing her body up into a curve, her breasts thrust out
and shaking with his pounding. She drew nearer, tighter than the bow shape he’d
put her in. He moved her forward until her clit rubbed against the edge of the
bed with his thrusts.

“Oh, Master, please…”

“No, you don’t come until I do.”

He tightened his grip on her arms and lifted her higher. Her
shoulders ached and her swollen clit pressed firmly against the mattress with
each hard pounding. He was relentless, fucking her until her body screamed for
its release.

“Come for me, Anya.”

Three hard and deep strokes later, she did.

The tension in her body snapped, hurtling her down into the
darkness where only pleasure and sensation existed. So fucking good, her body
drank in everything he had to offer, the scent of his musk filling the air
around her, saturating her with his presence inside and out. She tried to shove
back at him, riding out her orgasm on his cock. He released her arms, his body
shaking against hers as the first rush of semen blasted her abused womb.
Together they rocked, his body crushing hers into the mattress as he leaned
over to bite her neck hard.

That pain sparked a renewed contraction, and he groaned when
she clamped down on him. Resting fully against her, his thighs still on hers,
his twitching cock still buried within her, he began to whisper about how
beautiful she was, how well she surrendered to him. Words that her soul drank
down in a tone filled with such caring she couldn’t help the renewed tears
tracing down her cheeks.

Still inside of her, he untied her arms and massaged her
shoulders. His gentle touch seemed to stroke her soul, and she loved that he
was still connected to her, filling her with himself in a primal way that
satisfied her completely. She wanted to stay like this forever, to never leave
the comfort, the mind-numbing joy of being his.

Nothing mattered right now except her Master and his
pleasure in her actions. She’d made him feel this way. Her and only her. She
was his sweet, beautiful submissive. When he pulled out, she moaned in protest,
but he hushed her.

He left her side, and she tried to slow her breathing, to
regain some semblance of control. Moving was beyond her right now. All she
could do was sink deeper into the mattress until it felt like she was floating.
A few moments later he exited the bathroom, and the vision of his now naked
body walking toward her made her body tingle. She couldn’t find the energy to
move when he reached her side and pressed something blissfully warm and wet
against her abused pussy.

At her moan he made a hushing noise. “Easy, little one. I’ll
take care of you.”

After washing her, he patted her dry, then began to massage
her shoulders again. Any bones she had left dissolved, and she was a lump of
flesh on the bed, the enormous amount of endorphins and hormones his brutal
loving had called from her body receding and leaving her feeling empty and
washed-out. A shiver started somewhere deep within her and radiated outward.

He shifted her around the bed and managed to get her beneath
the sheets with utterly no help on her part. Sliding in, he curled himself
around her, surrounding her with his warmth. His heat filled the hollow space
within, saturating her with his presence. Jesse was here, in her bedroom,
holding her in his arms.

He was really here.

“Yes, Anya, I’m really here.”

She didn’t have the energy to blush. “I’ve dreamed about
this.”

He let out a pleased sigh, his breath tickling her ear.
“When?”

“Since the first time I saw you smile.”

He stiffened behind her; then his breath came out in a low
rush that seemed to sweep across her soul. His hold gentled, became something
more. She had to swallow hard, having never been held like this by anyone
before. Like she mattered, like she was something special.

For a moment she wondered if he’d held his wife like this,
then sent up a silent thank-you to Carol. Without a doubt she’d helped Jesse
become the amazing man he was. He was someone who knew what it meant to love
with his whole heart. She wondered if it scared him, but if his soft strokes of
her body with his hands were any indication, he didn’t seem too bothered by it.

Trying to turn off her overanalyzing brain, she sank into
the moment. The feel of his body hair rubbing against her and the firm muscle
beneath. His cologne and her perfume mixing together with the musk of sex.
She’d come harder tonight than she even thought possible. She drifted,
impossibly happy and content, cradled in his arms.