Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (14 page)

When he reached her lips, they both stilled, their breath
mingling without their skin touching. “What do you think?” He ever so softly
brushed her lips. “There is so much to show you, so many things for you to
experience. I want to make every one of them the best they can be for you.
Tonight is only the beginning. There is nothing you could do or want that would
shock me.”

She traced the seam of his lips with her tongue before
replying. “What if I wanted to have sex in public?”

“Done.”

“But—”

“No argument, Dove. If you want to be my submissive, you
will respect my wishes, trust me to lead you.” His tone gentled, turned to
auditory sin. “Think about it. All the attention focused on you, enjoying your
pleasure, being turned on by your cries as you’re being turned on by Mistress
Rebecca’s release.” He held her breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her
hard nub. “No one here knows who you are. You can do anything you want, indulge
in anything you want. I’ll be here to protect you, to make sure no one harms you.
Let yourself fly, Dove.”

She turned to face him, her breathing irregular as more and
more of the crowd began to play. His words tempted her, but she didn’t want to
fly alone. “Do you like playing in public, Master Jesse?”

He smiled and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “The
idea of showing you off, of letting the other Doms see what I have, how amazing
you are, how beautifully you come, does turn me on.” He took her hand and
placed it on the warm leather covering his very hard erection. “See.”

When she squeezed him, he groaned and nipped her ear.
“Master, I’m yours to play with. Anything you want, I’ll do.” She meant it with
every ounce of her being. While she couldn’t give him the truth, she could give
him herself.

A man cleared his throat, and they both looked up to find
Master Liam standing next to the couch. He’d taken his shirt off, and she
enjoyed his rough, masculine beauty. There was nothing soft about him, from the
dark fur covering his chest down to his low-riding kilt, which emphasized the tendons
angled to his groin. A lovely African American woman stood next to him with her
head down and her hands folded in front of her. She wore a simple white cotton
robe that hid her body in a demure manner that was at odds with the decadent
revelry around them. Her hair was pulled off her face in long, thin dreadlocks,
exposing her classic bone structure.

“Jesse, can I have a moment of your time?”

Her Master nodded and stood. Master Liam lifted his chin to
his submissive. “Gloria, kneel next to the couch and wait for me. You may talk
with Dove. Reassure her I’m not some savage, sex-starved beast.”

Master Liam’s submissive said in a mischievous voice, “But
you told me to never lie, Sir.”

“You’ll pay for that, lass.”

The two men moved a few feet away and began to talk in low
voices. Master Liam’s submissive peeked at Anya from beneath her lowered
lashes. “Nice to meet you, Dove. You have the most beautiful hair, like spun
gold.” She had an accent that gave her words an exotic cadence.

“Thank you.” Anya flushed and struggled for something to
say.

Gloria gave her a gentle smile. “New to this, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “I’m afraid I’m not sure what to do.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Your Master will tell
you what to do.” Gloria sounded so peaceful, so sure. “Open yourself to the
experience and trust him. Master Jesse is a good man, and he really likes you.
As part of my training Master Liam and Master Rory have taught me a lot about
reading body language. I can tell from the way Master Jesse looks at you, how
he follows your every move, that he’s fascinated by you.”

Anya glanced at Jesse out of the corner of her eye; he was
still talking with Master Liam. “I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“You are a beautiful woman. Skin like cream, full lips, and
the kind of body men want beneath them.” Gloria’s full lips curved into a
seductive smile. “The kind of body women want beneath them as well.”

Anya stared at the submissive kneeling next to her, pretty
sure the other woman had made a pass at her. Another first. “Umm, thank you.
You’re nice as well.” She groaned and shook her head. “I’m sorry. This is all
so new to me. I really do think you’re pretty.”

Gloria giggled, a surprisingly girlish sound. She leaned
forward, placing her hand on Anya’s knee. “Don’t worry. We were all new once.
Let me see if I can help you relax. Maybe if you know why I like this, you will
understand. I love being watched, love knowing I’m turning other people on.”
Gloria’s voice grew husky, and when she lightly caressed the skin just above Anya’s
knee, Anya didn’t pull away, entranced by this confident, sexy woman. “I also
love to watch, to see another woman filled with her Master’s cock while my
Master takes his pleasure with me. I like to look into her eyes and know we’re
feeling the same thing, the same pleasure, approaching the same indescribable
bliss of our orgasm. That’s what it’s like for me when I’m with a woman for my
Master’s pleasure. I take great joy in knowing how to touch her, to play with
her body in the same way I love my own being played with.”

Gloria licked her lower lip, and Anya found herself
wondering what the other woman’s mouth tasted like. Though she’d admired other
women before, she’d never been aroused by them. Being attracted to Gloria was
strange and erotic. The thrill of the forbidden mingled with curiosity. While
the other woman kept her touch light and teasing, Anya half wished she would
stroke higher, to show Anya what she was missing. Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw they were now the focus of a great deal of attention, including Master
Jesse’s and Master Liam’s. The two men had stopped talking and were staring at
them with raw lust.

“That’s right. Do you see how much it turns our Masters on
to see us together? I imagine we’re quite the visual treat, vanilla and
chocolate if you will. When I’m up there, with Master Liam working on me, I’ll
be watching you with Master Jesse.” She leaned closer still, the weight of her
breasts brushing Anya’s legs. “If that’s all right with you.”

It took her a moment to find her voice, but when she did, it
still came out strangled. “Yes.”

“You will feel how powerful it is to be connected to a
crowd, to have their energy washing over you. I know it sounds silly, but I
swear I can feel it when someone is watching me. It is amazing.”

Anya lowered her head and peeked at Master Jesse, who
watched her with a dark stare that tightened her body in a hard rush like he’d
slammed his cock into her. Quickly looking away, she met the warm, seductive
arousal in Gloria’s dark eyes. Their skin rubbed together as Gloria entwined
her hands with Anya’s.

“Let me tell you a little secret. There is nothing I love
more than eating another woman out after she’s been filled with her Master’s
seed. To taste the mixture of arousal is wonderful, and I love how wet and soft
a woman’s cunt is, how swollen and hot, after a good fucking. Think about what
it would be like to have Jesse holding you while my mouth works your body. I
bet you have a very pretty, very sweet pussy.”

Good Lord, Gloria could tempt the devil into sin. The erotic
images she spun through Anya’s head had her almost desperate to be touched.
Before she could respond, their Masters returned, and Gloria sat back on her
heels, her eyes lowered and once again the picture of demure obedience. Anya continued
to stare at the other woman, unable to believe the wicked things the exotic
beauty had whispered to her.

A deep, primal beat came through speakers hidden somewhere
in the room, a cavernous industrial tone with lots of drums and bass. It somehow
added to the atmosphere, made it seem even more dreamlike. Though even in her
wickedest of dreams, Anya had never imagined being somewhere like this, with
someone like Master Jesse.

Master Liam chuckled and gripped the back of Gloria’s neck
in a proprietary manner. “What has my naughty submissive been whispering to
you, Dove?”

She swallowed hard and tore her gaze away from Gloria. Jesse
sat down on the couch next to her, and his nostrils flared. “Whatever it was,
it’s gotten her so wet and aroused that I can smell it.”

Embarrassed, turned on, and confused, she gratefully climbed
onto her Master’s lap when he held his arms open. As soon as she touched him,
the discomfiture and confusion receded, helped in part by the hard cock beneath
her ass. She was indeed wet, so wet that when her thighs pressed together
against her pussy, her fluids dripped down the curve of her ass. Goodness, if
Jesse touched her right now, she’d explode.

Master Liam turned, his erection obvious against his leather
kilt. “Enjoy the show, Dove.”

He gave her a naughty wink and grinned, making her feel a
little more at ease. It was hard to be anxious around men who exuded such
confidence.

Master Liam and Gloria made their way to the stage, and
Jesse cupped her chin in his hand, making her look up at him. “Whatever did
Gloria say to put you in such a state?”

“She…she…” Unable to get the words out, she silently pleaded
with Jesse to not make her say them. However stupid it sounded, talking about
it out loud would make her embarrassed. She looked into his eyes, begging him
not to make her say it.

Unfortunately, the man looking back at her didn’t have a
trace of mercy for her plight. “Tell me what she said, or I will put you in a
chastity belt and make you watch Gloria come over and over while you get
nothing.”

“She said she wanted to eat your cum out of my pussy.”

His gaze became speculative. “And that turns you on?”

She buried her face against his chest, then gasped when he
forced his hand between her legs. “Fuck, you are dripping wet.” He pressed his
palm against her sex, sealing it beneath his touch, and she cried out. “Oh
yeah, you like that thought. While I would never let another man touch you, I
must admit having Gloria between your legs is a rather pretty picture.”

“Master, I don’t know if I could do that.” She stole a
glance at him. “I don’t want you— Gosh, this sounds stupid, but I don’t want
you to think I want someone other than you.”

“Little one, I’m very secure in the knowledge you want me.”
He smiled and raised the hand that had been between her legs to her lips,
painting them with her arousal. “But I also want to push you, to make you
experience pleasures you’d never do on your own. That’s part of what makes me a
Dominant. I know you want it, but you’re afraid to take that step on your own.
If I feel it is what you need, it won’t be your decision to make. You will bend
to my will, and you will do whatever I tell you. If it’s having that dusky
beauty cleaning you of my seed, then you will spread your legs for her. If you
don’t, I will spread them for you with my cock still inside of you, and she
will clean your juices off my balls with her clever tongue, neglecting you for
my pleasure. And I will fucking love every minute of it because I’m sharing
this with you. My submissive, my Dove.”

Everything inside of her tightened. She pressed her thighs
together and groaned at the pressure. She needed more, needed him inside her,
needed to come over and over again. He must have seen her desperation, because
he gave her a cold yet fiercely aroused smile that was more like a snarl.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“But—”

He spun her around so she straddled his lap backward, her
back to his front, her legs looped over the outside of his thighs, exposing the
edges of her slick pussy and soaked panties to the stage. She groaned and
wiggled against him, silently pleading with him to let her have her release. He
spread his legs, forcing hers to follow until she was as exposed as she could
be to the stage.

On the platform Master Liam had already stripped Gloria down
and had her hands fastened to the chains dangling from the ceiling. Instead of
the chains being silver, they were brass and had been cut and polished to gleam
like the skin of a snake. The other woman had a beautiful, lean body with dark
nipples and closely trimmed curls guarding her mound. When Master Liam stroked
his hand over Gloria’s hip, Anya loved how erotic the contrast of skin tones
was. She wondered what it would look like when he fucked the other submissive,
and groaned low in her throat.

Anya was vaguely aware of the other people in the room, but
all her attention was split between Jesse at her back and the sight before her.

Master Liam was walking in a circle around Gloria, flicking
her with a black leather flogger on her breasts, ass, and pussy. Each gentle
blow brought a groan from the chained woman, and when Anya looked up at her
face, she found Gloria watching her.

Jesse’s lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of her ear.
“Watch how her body responds to him, how she seeks his touch, bends into the
blows instead of away.” On the stage Master Liam kicked the woman’s legs apart
until she stood in a wide stance, her wet pussy exposed to the crowd. “He’s not
going to let her come for a long, long time.”

Needy, wanton, Anya ground her bottom on his erection. The
flogging continued, each slap coming harder, leaving a rising red blush all
over the other woman’s body. When Master Liam flicked the leather strands
against Gloria’s pussy, she cried out, her hips thrusting forward but her gaze never
leaving Dove.

“See how she watches you? You’re as much responsible for the
honey dripping from her as Liam is. Watch how her gaze goes from your face to
your breasts and down to your cunt.” He reached around her and wrapped his
hands into the strings of her panties. “Let’s give her some of the prettiest
pink pussy on earth to look at.”

With a harsh jerk, he ripped the scrap of silk from between
her legs, exposing her bare mound to the room. Gloria groaned and shuddered, a
hungry look entering her gaze. Master Liam tossed the flogger off to the side
and pulled a pair of nipple clamps out of a small pocket on his kilt. He played
with the other woman’s nipples in a way that had Anya moaning with need. When
Jesse began to do the same to Anya, she thought she’d lose her mind. She sank
into the sensation, struggling to keep her eyes open as Jesse whispered into
her ear about how pretty her body was, how snug and tight her cunt would feel
on his cock.