Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (21 page)

“Ah, that’s right.” She unfolded her hands and leaned back
on the couch. “A beautiful young lady alone in Paris for the first time. No
wonder you’re worried.”

He grimaced at the mental image of Frenchmen trying to
seduce his woman. “I don’t want to ruin it for her. I want Anya to go to Paris
and experience everything she can. I don’t want to hold her back, but at the
same time, a really selfish part of me wants to keep her here. To not give her
an excuse to run.”

“Have you talked with her about this?”

“Not yet. Things are…well, they were kinda complicated for a
bit.”

“I see. So what can I do to help you? I like Anya. She has a
sweet soul, and the boys adore her.”

“I know this is a big imposition, but I was wondering if you
could help out with the boys for the next two weeks. I’m going to take some
time off from work to spend it at home.”

His mother laughed and patted his knee. “It’s not called
helping you with the boys. It’s called being a grandparent. You know I have
nothing to do since you moved me up here from Texas. I’d love to come and stay
for a bit. If I don’t come, I’ll rot away in my apartment, watching reruns of
Judging Amy
, contemplating buying ten
cats to dress up in doll’s clothes.”

“You’re right. You would just sit there doing nothing. You
have your business, your bridge club, your animal rescue group, Daughters of
the American Revolution, your gardening club—”

“Those are all things to do. My grandchildren, my son, are
more important than any of that. I don’t like seeing you alone, Jesse. Like me,
you’re not one of those people who can go through life without a partner. I say
go after Anya with both hands.”

“I’m—uh—I asked her to take a spare bedroom in the house.”

Her eyebrows flew up; then she managed to smooth her
expression. “Thank God our bedrooms are on separate wings of the house.”

“Gah, Mom, really?”

She rolled her eyes. “Mothers have sex too, you know.”

He leaped off the couch and backed away. “Okay, seriously,
if you never ever say that again, I’ll send you on a cruise.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Jesse, you have my
blessings if that is what you’re looking for. I’ll help with the boys, and you
can devote yourself to courting Anya. You have only two weeks to give her
memories that will shine bright even when she’s across the ocean in the City of
Lights.”

So far, Anya’s first day staying with Jesse and the boys in
the main house hadn’t gone quite like she expected. Case in point, the massive
TV screen in front of her. Coated in butter.

Jesse shook his head, utter bewilderment on his face. “I
still don’t understand it. Teddy must have bent the laws of reality and space
to do this in the time it took me to get Mark a drink from the kitchen.”

She bit her lower lip, trying to keep from laughing. “Don’t
look at me. I was out with your mom at the bakery.”

The memory of his mother pointing out the wedding cakes made
her flush from the inside out. Jesse had told her his mother was aware of their
situation, but he didn’t tell her that his mother was ready to marry him off.
On the drive to the bakery Anya had been peppered with questions about herself,
her family, and her schooling. Oh, Jesse’s mom had never been rude or pushy,
just very…thorough.

Anya must have passed her test, because on the car ride
home, Jesse’s mother began to list his good qualities. For a while there she’d
sounded like a used-car salesman. This was all moving really fast for Anya, and
she wasn’t sure how to handle it. She’d never been in a situation like this
with a man before, let alone a man and his family.

Jesse’s mom came back in with paper towels and bottle of
spray cleaner. “I’ve got this. You two go say good night to the boys.”

While Jesse turned right away to leave, Anya put her hand on
his arm to stop him. “We can’t leave your mom to clean this up alone.”

His mother shook her head. “Out, both of you, now. I like
doing things a certain way, and I don’t want you two mucking up my work.”

Jesse grinned and grabbed Anya’s hand in his own. Her
muscles melted, and a fire started in her belly. This was the first time today
they’d been alone, and the desire that had slept, coiled low in her belly,
stirred to life. His bare feet made almost no sound on the thick carpet, and he
turned lamps down as they passed into the study, heading for the boys’ rooms on
the other side.

They said their good nights, and each boy gave her a big
hug. The warmth of their affection clung to her, and when Jesse closed the door
to Mark’s bedroom, he smiled. She couldn’t help but smile back.

He held out his hand, and she took it. “While they’re a
handful, they’re so sweet they melt my heart.”

“My mom used to say the cuter the baby, the bigger the
trouble.”

He laughed and closed the door to the study behind him. When
he turned and met her gaze, her body flashed with pleasure, need burning
through her veins. His brown eyes had gone dark, and something about his
mannerisms changed. He became taller somehow, more imposing. When she realized
he’d let the leash on his Dominant side slip, her arousal shot through the
roof.

“I want you to go to my room, take a quick shower, and then
present yourself naked on the bed.”

“Um…” She chewed her lower lip, unsure if she was allowed to
ask him questions.

“What is it, little one?”

“What do you mean by present?”

He smiled and released her hand, then took a step closer.
“It means I want you kneeling on the bed with your thighs spread, your hands on
your knees, and your head down. It’s a beautiful position that allows me to
admire you at my leisure. All of you.”

She looked up at him, silently begging him to kiss her. He
took no mercy, just holding her with his gaze. “Go, now.”

As if his words had released her, she practically ran to his
room. Once she had his door shut behind her, she stripped out of her clothes,
throwing them over the pale wood floors and onto the heavy mission-style
furniture. His bathroom was equally impressive, all shiny modern chrome and
black marble. She took a quick shower but carefully cleaned every inch of her
body. She wanted to be fresh for him so he could taste her all over.

After drying off, she clambered onto his big bed. She slid
across the cream silk comforter to the middle, taking her hair down from the
bun she’d put it up in while showering. It fell down her back, sticking to her
still-damp skin. Her heart raced; she trembled with anticipation. Jesse’s scent
hung heavy in the air, and she breathed him in. Settling back more comfortably,
she put her hands on her knees and began to wait.

She’d been sitting there for no more than a few minutes when
the door to the bedroom opened. It shut with a soft
click
, and Jesse’s deep rumble of approval tightened her nipples.
He paused next to the bed and set some things on the side table. Metal clinked
against something, and she wanted to look, but he’d told her not to, so she
sat.

“Come here. Crawl to me.”

She rose up onto all fours and tossed her head back, looking
at him for the first time since he’d entered the room. He wore his dark brown
leathers, and his chest was wonderfully bare. The thought of touching the deep
reddish-brown fur over his tight muscles made her giddy with anticipation. He
picked up a remote off the table and pressed a button, turning on the fireplace
across the room. Another switch and the lights went out, leaving him
illuminated by flames.

It was the right element for him, flickering golds and
oranges that made his body glow. The bulge in his leathers caught her eye, and
she licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to have him shove that big
dick down her throat again. She became instantly wanton around him, easily
slipping into her basest desires without a shred of embarrassment. Why should
she be ashamed? He loved her reaction to him, and she loved everything about
him.

Stopping before him, she sat back on her haunches again and
spread her legs. His harsh exhalation thrilled her, and she arched her back,
lifting her breasts for him to enjoy.

“Why, Anya, you are wet. Have you been touching yourself?”

“No, Master. I’m wet because I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Such a sweet girl.” He palmed her breasts, rubbing his
thumbs gently over her nipples. “Unfortunately while I will be eating that
pussy tonight, I won’t be fucking it.”

She frowned up at him. “Master? Why not?”

“Because I’m going to fuck your ass instead.”

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensual threat of
his words. God, what would it be like to have that burning in her bottom from
being stretched around his long cock? Would it feel better for him? Would she
be able to endure the pain for his pleasure?

“But first, I have something I think you’ll love.”

She shivered in anticipation when he pushed her back,
spreading her legs wide. Kneeling next to the bed, he spread the lips of her
pussy and licked her. Just like that, her desire became painful, an ache to
come, a tensing of the muscles that would only get worse. He pulled away and
grabbed a small vial off the table. Opening it, he dropped a single bead onto
her mound, then capped the bottle.

The cool liquid slid down to her slit, where his tongue
caught it. He spread the oil around her clit, focusing only on that little
bundle of nerves. He worked her so well, teasing and arousing until her heels
dug into the mattress and her hands fisted the sheets. Damn, he was going to
make her come from sucking on her clit.

Right before it pushed her over the edge, he pulled back,
causing her to cry out at the loss of his mouth.

“Wait,” he said against her sex. The warmth of his breath
made her clit feel like it was on fire.

“Oh God! It burns!”

“Yes, it does.” He gave an evil laugh that went well with
the burning torment between her legs. “You are going to become so sensitized a
wisp of silk over your poor clit is going to be too much.”

She groaned, unable to form words, and he massaged the nub.
Holding his thumb against the tip, he pushed the little hood back, fully
exposing her to his touch. He began to pinch and pull her clit, her hips
jerking in response to his touch. He stood and pressed on her lower stomach
with his free hand, making her endure his touch, feel the painful fire morph
into bone-clenching need.

“Fuck!”

“Such language. Flip over on your stomach and put your ass
up into the air.”

Only too eager to do something that would give her relief,
she did as he asked.

“Higher. Push that ass out.”

Whimpering, she arched farther and groaned when oil poured
over her puckered entrance. His fingers followed, pushing the oil into her
bottom. Thankfully the lubricant he used on her bottom didn’t burn. She whined
at the stretch, at the ache that slid down to her clit and rebounded to her
ass, creating a loop of sensation that had her thrusting against his fingers.
He added a third, and she shook, on the edge of orgasm.

“Go over, baby. I’ve got you.”

With that he reached down and lightly slapped her clit,
giving her exactly what she needed to come. She moaned into the blanket, a
long, intense release melting through her bones. It was the kind of release
that made her slowly wiggle, feeling so good and relaxing. Through it all he
continued to stroke her ass.

“Good girl. Now crawl up the bed until you reach the
headboard.”

She eagerly complied, the bed dipping when he joined her a
moment later, now deliciously naked. His shadow filled the wall before her,
looming over her in dim light of the fire. She reached the top and paused,
waiting for him, the pulsing bundle of nerves that was her clit once again
hardening under the relentless stimulation of the oil. He reached over her and
wrapped a leather cuff first around one wrist and tied it to the headboard, and
then the other. It forced her to hold on to the headboard, not giving her
enough slack to lie down.

Effectively trapped, she tugged at the bonds and melted a
little more at the realization he’d left enough slack in the cuffs that she
could slip out if she wanted to. The knowledge that she was a willing captive
made it all the more delicious for her.

Leaning over, he whispered into her ear, “You once said you
liked to be trapped, forced to do things. Well, I have you imprisoned now, and
no matter how much you beg, cry, or plead, I’m going to fuck that tight little
ass of yours.” He placed a kiss on her banging pulse. “If you are in true pain,
the kind that you can’t endure, use your safe word, ivy, and I’ll ease off. If
you want to play into it, get into the role of reluctant damsel, I have no
problem playing back. Trust me when I say having you at my mercy is a turn-on.
So feel free to say no and protest all you want. Unless you say ivy, I’m not
stopping.”

His warmth left her, and she startled a moment later when
his brisk hand came down hard on her ass. “I’m going to beat you until I’m
satisfied, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

She moaned, low and deep, clutching the wood of the
headboard. True to his word, he rained blows down on her bottom, working her
over until every inch of her skin seemed to vibrate. He rubbed his hands over
her burning cheeks, then slapped both palms hard on her ass.

She yelped. “That hurt!”

“Good. I want it to hurt. I want it to burn for you, Anya.
Because you are a bit of a pain slut, I bet your pussy is dripping wet right
now.” He shoved his hand between her legs, easily sliding his fingers into her
swollen sex. “Feel that? Nice and hot for me.”

“No, I don’t like it.”

He began to finger fuck her, and she moaned, rocking on his
hand, showing her words to be a lie. Well, she didn’t really like it; she loved
it. Hadn’t she always liked some pain with her sex? Even if it was just biting
her lip until it bled, she would always do something to give that bit of added
spice her body craved.