Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (6 page)

He had every intention of turning their play rough, to
establish some space between them, but she opened her eyes and looked up at him
in wonder. “Would you kiss me, please?”

A warm hum buzzed through his spine, burning into his hips
and filling his cock with a hard pound. What man could resist such a look? He
cupped her face with his hand and raised her up with his arm beneath her back. Her
anticipation was almost tangible, and he found himself spiraling up into his
Top space, a place where focus on his submissive sharpened and his senses
expanded, before their lips even met. At the first brush of his mouth against
hers, he groaned, electricity sparking through his nerves and lighting a fire
deep in his gut.

At first she was hesitant, carefully brushing her lips
against his. Then she became a little bolder, licking along the seam of his
lips and making his cock ache to be inside of her, between those pretty lips,
deep inside her undoubtedly hot cunt. Soon he had her squirming against him,
torturing his dick and driving him to distraction.

“Please,” she whispered against his mouth. “More.”

He took control of the kiss, plundering her lips, demanding
she open her mouth to him. With a soft moan, she did, and at the first stroke
of his tongue against hers, she gripped his vest and pulled him closer. Well,
while Dove may be meek and gentle in her mannerisms, she was a bit of a
demanding handful when aroused. He liked the dichotomy of lady in public and
hot slut in the bedroom—a lot. If it made him a sexist pig in some people’s
minds, big deal. He knew he worshipped his submissives, treated them like
goddesses, so what some dumb-ass thought wasn’t even a factor. And when he
loved a woman, he loved her with all his heart.

Her tongue danced with his, stroking against him in a manner
that made him wonder what it would be like to have her pretty lips wrapped
around his erection. As if reading his thoughts, she began to suck on his
tongue, her wiggles becoming more distracting by the second. The scent of her
arousal mixed with her perfume. As the first stars dotted the sky around them,
he had to pull himself back. They were moving too quick, skipping some important
steps, though he couldn’t remember what the fuck they were at the moment.

He tore his mouth away, dazed by such an unexpectedly
aggressive response from such a shy girl. Although she didn’t look very shy
now. Her lips were parted and pink from his kisses, while her hand not curled
around his back roamed over his chest, touching him as if she couldn’t get
enough of him. God, it was so arousing to be with a woman who wanted him as
much as Dove did, and after only a kiss.

“Straddle me.”

She quickly complied, her legs stretching to accommodate his
hips. When she reached for him, he pulled back. “You said you wanted more, and
I’m going to give you more, but under my terms. If you agree to play with me,
you also agree to surrender your will to me, however temporarily. I will not
abuse your trust, though I may abuse you.” He gave her a wink to soften his
words. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, her blonde curls tumbling over her shoulders.
“Yes, Sir.”

Moving slowly, fighting his own urges to fuck, he ran his
hands up her arms, taking time to appreciate the silk of her skin. “Show me
your breasts.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Slip the straps off your shoulders and show
me those beautiful breasts. You’re my woman right now, and your body belongs to
me. I want to see your breasts, so you will show them to me.”

He placed his hands on her hips and indulged in a squeeze,
loving the give of her body beneath his grip. She looked down at his chest
again and reached up with one trembling hand to her shoulder and slid the first
strap down. The bodice must have been tight because even when both straps were
down, it stayed in place.

Impatient for his treat, he said, “Arms behind your back.”

“But—”

He released her hips and gripped her chin, then forced her
to meet his gaze. “Arms behind your back. Your choice, Dove. You can either
stop questioning me and do what I say, or leave.”

Anxiety mixed with his arousal as he watched her debate his
words. She searched his face, maybe hoping for some leniency, but he kept his
expression cold. If he wanted this woman as a potential submissive, and maybe
more, he had to let her know from the beginning how deep his need to dominate
ran. And truth be told, he liked it rough. Not every woman could take a hard
pounding without hurting, and he didn’t want to be with a woman who couldn’t
take it and enjoy it.

Looking up at him, she silently pleaded with him to stop.
Unfortunately for her, that made him want it all the more. He wanted to push
her past her inhibitions, to allow her mind to go beyond what society
considered right and wrong, to make her fly deep in subspace. Once he had her
breasts in his hands or his mouth, he would give her pleasure like she wouldn’t
believe. But in order for that to happen, she had to trust him, had to follow
his rules. Everything he wanted to do to her hinged on her ability to give up
control to him.

Getting her to reveal her body was one of the first steps
toward her allowing him into her mind and her soul. There wasn’t an inch of
her, inside or out, that he didn’t want to know. He was surprised by the
strength of his feelings, but he forced those thoughts to the back of his mind.
He’d address them later. Right now establishing this basic trust with Dove was
the most important thing.

He released her chin and sat back, waiting for her to make
the next move. Biting her lower lip, she reached out and touched his hands
before looking up at him. “Can you, would you help me? Please?”

Her voice trembled on the last word, a vulnerability that
called on his protective side. “Put your hand over mine, Dove.”

She complied, and he steadied her with his other hand
against her bottom. Leaning forward, he ran his chin over the soft mounds of
her cleavage, growling low in his throat. Her cool floral fragrance intoxicated
him. She took in a deep breath and let it out with a rough groan that made his
lust surge. He tugged down the top with her hand resting on his releasing one
breast, then the other. He leaned back and looked at her, drinking in her tight
nipples, as pink and tempting as gumdrops. Leaning over, he blew a hot breath
on the tips. They went from soft pink to a deeper mauve, and he had to fight
the urge to bite them until they were rose red.

She arched her back to him, a silent invitation he took.
Beginning at her neck, he slowly kissed his way down, nipping her delicate skin
and earning him more moans. Her hips began to rock against his pelvis, and by
the time he reached the outer pink of her nipple, she was making a needy sound
low in her throat. Using the edge of his beard, he brushed the tip of her
breast. She cried out.

“Sensitive?”

Her pleasure-dazed eyes struggled to focus on him. “Yes.”

“Mmm.” With his free hand, he held her breast and squeezed
it. “I’d like to tie your breasts up with silk rope, force the blood into them,
and make them even more sensitive. I bet we could make you orgasm from playing
with your nipples.”

To prove his point, he took one stiff peak into his mouth
and began to suck. With his hand holding her ass, he encouraged her to move
against him, making sure to raise his hips to meet her strokes. He switched to
her other breast, biting at the tip and relishing her little cries. Her rocking
began to speed up. How he would love to fuck her, to ride her until she
couldn’t walk. His cock ached, and his control began to slip. He was a breath
away from jerking aside her panties, pulling down his zipper, and slipping into
her heat.

With a low groan, he released her breast and pushed her away
until she fell onto the bed on her back.

“Why did you stop? I want more, please.”

She was such a delectable treat, her dress pulled up to
reveal her silver panties and her luscious breasts trembling with her hard
breaths.

“Touch yourself for me, Dove. Show me how you like to come.
Let me see that pretty pussy.”

With her bell-adorned ankles still around his hips, he was
able to hold on to her calves when she tried to pull away. He needed to cool
off, but he didn’t plan on letting her arousal come down for a long time. While
she may have dated some stupid young college boys, all eager to rush to the
finish, he had more mature tastes. Experience had taught him the longer he
built the arousal, the harder the orgasm. And he wanted to blow her mind.

Once again she gave him that pleading look, and he bit back
a growl of need. “Show me your wet cunt, Dove. Now, or get out.”

She closed her eyes and hesitantly placed her hand over her
panties, softly touching herself. Her strokes were tentative, as if she
expected someone to tell her to stop. There was no way he was going to be
merciful and allow her to not do something that was bringing both of them
pleasure even as it embarrassed her. Besides, he rather liked the combination
of her hot blush with the way her hips tilted toward her touch. Her body knew
what it wanted; now he just had to get her mind to agree.

“Not good enough. I’d bet the farm that isn’t how you touch
yourself when you’re alone, thinking about a man moving inside of you. What do
you think about when you touch your hard clit? Who do you picture suckling that
nub until you scream?”

The blush that flooded her chest was a shade shy of crimson.
Instead of answering him, she pulled aside the panel of her panties to reveal a
very wet, very bare pussy. Not an inch of hair anywhere interrupted his view of
her pink flesh or the hard clit poking out from between her swollen lips and
begging for his touch. As far as distractions went, it worked pretty well, and
he forgot everything but the glistening pink in front of him.

Strengthening his grip on her calves, giving her the feeling
of being restrained, he sucked in a deep breath of air when she briefly fought
his hold before relaxing against him.

“I think about a man much like yourself touching me,” she
said in her sexy fucking whisper. “I think about sucking his dick, drinking
down his cum, about the weight of his body on top of mine while he takes me.”
She slowly swirled her finger through the honey gathered at the entrance to her
sheath, and rubbed it over her swollen lips. “I think about him taking me, fucking
me, forcing me to serve him until he is satisfied. I think about how deep his
dick would go inside of me, pushing until it hurt. Until I feel so incredibly
full, aching from it.” She arched her back and gasped, rubbing harder on her
wet cunt.

“Go on.” His voice sounded like he’d had a snack of broken
glass, but he didn’t care. Dove had his total attention.

The tip of her finger grazed her clit, and she moaned. “I
want that, to be forced to please him. Secretly we both know I’m more than
willing, but I like the idea of being his slave. Of giving him everything I
have. Of being his and only his.”

“Baby, that is so what I want.”

Unable to resist any longer, he ran one of his hands up her
leg, delighting in how smooth her skin was. She tilted her hips up, giving him
an even better view of her pink flesh. When his finger grazed her swollen
labia, she moaned and twisted, but she removed her hand.

“Nuh-huh. Keep touching yourself. You stop touching, and I
stop touching.” She gave him that pleading look again that only served to
deepen his lust and his desire for her to give up control. “Do it.”

Her answering moan made his dick surge, and he struggled to
keep himself focused on her pleasure. When her fingers returned to her clit, he
pulled her closer so her legs spread wider. Using his thumbs, he parted her
labia to look at her secret flesh.

“You are so beautiful. Like a ripe peach. I wonder if you
taste as sweet.”

“Oh please, Sir.”

He would have laughed at the desperation in her words if he
wasn’t feeling so close to the edge. “Not today, Dove. If you want that
pleasure, you’ll have to see me after you get off work tomorrow.”

“Please, please, please.”

He slid his thumbs into her, and she arched with a yell
against him, her hips thrusting down onto him. Fuck, she was tight and wet and
hot. She would feel so good around his dick. Pressing his thumbs against the
floor of her pelvis, he then began to slide them in and out, matching the speed
of her fingers now rubbing her clit. Her sheath tensed around him, squeezing down
on his invading digits like a fist.

“That’s it, honey. Give it to me. Come for your Master.”

Two more rubs of her clit and she tensed, her sex swelling
and almost sucking on his thumbs, making him grit his teeth as he imagined what
it would feel like to have her orgasm with his dick inside of her. Then she was
coming hard, her breasts shaking with her contractions as she snapped her hips
against his hands, straining his self-control. As it was he had to slip one of
his thumbs out and use that hand to hold her pelvis, restraining her as she
continued to writhe and moan.

When she’d finally quieted to little whimpers, he withdrew
his thumb and sucked her juices off, delighting in the musky taste of her cunt.
“Fucking delicious.”

She groaned and removed her hand from her pussy. “Oh my
God.”

With a laugh, he leaned over and drew her back to his lap.
“Now, imagine that, but your hands are tied and your legs are bound by silk
rope. You can’t get away from my touch, can’t stop me from playing with you how
I want. Your pussy, your body belongs to me.”

She buried her hand in his hair and pulled him down, kissing
him with enough passion he had a hard time pulling away from her. “Sweetheart,
it’s getting really late, and I don’t want you driving home and falling asleep
at the wheel. So though it pains me, literally, to have to put an end to our
night, I’m afraid I must.”