Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (22 page)

“You do like this, but you won’t like what I’m about to do.”

He leaned back; then the blunt head of his cock pushed
against her asshole. She immediately clenched and earned a harsh slap. “Open
up, Anya, or I swear I will fuck you until your voice is gone but not let you
come. Now open that pretty ass for me and push back on my cock. I want you to
fill yourself with me. I want my good girl to make herself hurt for my
pleasure.”

Trying to relax, she pushed back, conscious of the soft
sounds of encouragement he made. Each tiny inch set her on fire inside, a burn
that truly hurt. He was so big, so long that by the time she had him almost all
the way inside, her body was slicked with sweat. A sense of pride mixed with
her desire, a warm glow that made her work all the harder for him. She wanted
to be everything he’d ever wanted in a submissive, because he was everything
she’d ever wanted in a man.

“Fuck, you’re tight. But this will make you even tighter.”

Before she could wonder what he meant, he slammed his dick
in the rest of the way, and she screamed. He ran soothing hands down her back,
over her abused bottom, and across her throbbing clit. “Shh, you can take it.
You can cry if you want, but you will take it.” He massaged her shoulders, then
down her back, his touch calming even as his dick was a shaft of burning pain
inside her.

A moment later something pushed at the entrance to her
pussy, and she shuddered.

“It’s a vibrator, Anya. Not too big. This should help you
get past the discomfort.”

He grunted and started to slide his dick out as he pushed
the toy into her. What felt like an enormous cock in her pussy came to life,
vibrating against her G-spot. A switch flipped in her head, and when he slammed
his dick back into her, she yelled, this time with pleasure.

He was so fucking dirty, she loved it. Every time he went
balls-deep, he would shove the vibrator hard into her wet pussy. All too soon
she began to tremble with the need to come. He slowed his strokes but leaned
down over her body.

“Come as much as you want, Anya.” He pressed deeper, making
her burn, and reached around to fondle her clit. “In fact, come right now, with
your ass stuffed full of my dick.”

She almost lost her grip on the headboard when the first
wave hit, sweeping over her and pulling her out to the warm depths. He began to
fuck her harder, no longer holding back, using her orgasm as an excuse to move
like he wanted. The vibrator continued to hum, making her twitch and jerk as
her release was never really allowed to end.

“Jesse, Master…oh, thank you.” She pushed back at him,
meeting his thrusts.

His gripped her hips and changed his angle, stretching her
in a new way. “Your pretty little asshole is close to tearing, all snug around
my cock. We’ll have to make sure you wear a butt plug before we do this again.”
His words came out strained, and she threw her hair back, looking over her
shoulder at him.

His gaze was fixed on where his cock was going in and out of
her body, the firm line of his jaw clenched and a light smattering of sweat on
his chest. The shadowed ridges of his abdominals flexed and contracted with
each thrust, driving her crazy. All too soon she began to feel the tension
returning, and she abandoned herself to it, losing her mind in the rough vortex
of desire Jesse pulled from her.

Her next orgasm came when he pinched and rolled her nipples
while jabbing at her with short strokes. The one after that from another round
of spanks, and then a third from him rubbing her clit. By the end of the last
one, she was barely holding on to the headboard.

He withdrew long enough to unhook her from the headboard
before throwing her onto her back. With a low snarl he spread her legs and
placed her ankles over his shoulders.

“Tilt your hips. Lift them up for me.”

She did and whimpered when his cockhead pushed against her
sensitive anus. When he slid in, she had to grit her teeth against the pain. He
must have seen her discomfort because he went slow, then began to move the
vibrator in and out of her pussy. He looked feral, almost savage as he focused
on where their bodies joined.

He slid in, the vibrator out, over and over again until it
almost felt like she was being fucked by two cocks. Despite being worn-out to
the point of fainting, her hips snapped up to meet his thrust, her body craving
another orgasm. The greed she had for Jesse bordered on compulsion, but she was
helpless to resist him. He wanted another orgasm from her, and she wanted to give
it to him.

He rammed into her now, the bed shaking with his thrusts.
Each blow drew a cry from her until the room filled with her constant short
screams. His dick swelled in her ass. She forced herself to look at him. Fuck,
he was magnificent, about to come, his muscles locked solid and a fierce twist
to his mouth.

With his head thrown back, he fucked her with abandon,
taking his pleasure from her willing and abused flesh. She looked down,
watching her clit brush his groin, a swollen bud of pink against his fur.
Gripping him hard with her ass, she earned a low groan, and he looked down at
her.

“My Anya.”

Intense emotions of joy and contentment flowed through her
at the tenderness of his words, a sharp contrast to the punishing way he was
using her. When he tugged hard on her clit, she spasmed, the pleasure too much.
Ignoring her cries, he continued to tug at her until her ass and cunt clamped
down, delicious shivers of desire mixing with an intense rush of endorphins
that blindsided her. She froze against him, but he thrust in a half dozen more
times, his breath ragged before he gripped her ass hard enough to bruise.

“Coming. Oh fuck yeah. So fucking good.”

Knowing her Master was coming gave her the edge she needed
for her own orgasm to roll through her, a slow rush that swept her away. His
cock pulsed inside of her, bathing her with his seed, a soothing balm against
her skin. Over and over he said her name, slowing his strokes. When he pulled
out the vibrator and turned it off before tossing it on the bed, she cried out.
And then he began to slowly pull his semihard shaft from her bottom, a stinging
burn making her cringe.

“Hold on, baby. I’m going to go draw a bath for us. I’ll be
right back.”

She curled up on her side, her lower half throbbing with the
beat of her heart. One moment she hurt; the next she felt like she was sinking
into the mattress again. When he picked her up, she offered no resistance, only
smiling dreamily up at him as he told her how well she’d served him, how brave
she’d been, how special she was to him.

The heat of the water licked at her as he sank them down
into the tub. When the water touched her roughly used anus, she yelped and
tried to struggle away, the sleepy feeling gone as her butt stung and burned.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve put a special kind of bath salt in the
tub that will soothe you. Give it a chance to work.”

“Ow,” she complained as he turned her so her back lay
against his front. “It stings!”

“Easy, baby. Just breathe. Let it pass.”

He slowly stroked his fingertips up and down her arms
beneath the water, a soothing touch that had her relaxing inch by inch. Soon
her body quieted, and her mind was content to drift, no real thoughts
intruding, only living in the moment. She felt so connected to him and reveled
in the sensation of her sore bottom, proof she’d served him well.

“Go ahead and fall asleep, Anya. I’ve got you.” He wrapped
one arm around her waist.

She let out a long sigh and stretched before curling into a
more comfortable position with her cheek pillowed on his chest. His heart beat
sure and steady, a dim thunder that blended in with her own. The warm water
cradled them, and when he began to stroke her hair, she wondered how she would
ever have the strength to leave him.

Jesse leaned against the counter of his kitchen and watched
Anya and his mother doing the dishes while they talked about a sewing machine
in rapturous voices usually reserved for women talking about diamonds. Growing
up, his mother had made his clothes—cheaper than buying them—and he’d never
realized how much work she’d put into it. Listening to her now talk about
staying up late after he was off to bed to finish a new pair of pants for her
ever-growing boy made his love for her tighten his chest.

Anya looked beautiful tonight. She wore her long blonde hair
in a braid that swung around her back as she moved. Instead of her usual
sweats, she wore a pair of jeans that cupped her ass in a way that made his
hands twitch to grab a handful. While her pale blue flannel shirt wasn’t sexy
in the traditional sense, he enjoyed how it hugged her breasts. Plus the color
brought out the natural pink in her lips and cheeks. She was the kind of girl
all the guys would have been drooling over back home in Texas.

Fresh-faced, curvy body, and sweet as sugar.

Mark and Teddy were busy playing with watercolors at the
kitchen table behind him. He’d go back and help them work on their paintings in
a few minutes. Right now he wanted to watch the two women he cared the most
about. The last few days had passed by in a blur of passion, warmth, and
laughter. It had been a long time since his home had been filled up with so
much feminine joy.

The doorbell rang, and both women looked up, catching him
staring. Anya flushed and gave him a shy smile while his mother’s knowing smirk
made his cheeks want to heat. Clearing his throat, he stood and brushed some
imaginary lint off his jeans. “I’ll go get it. Don’t leave for the ice cream
parlor without me.”

At the mention of ice cream, the boys abandoned their
painting and swarmed the women, each excitedly chattering about what kind of
treats they wanted. Anya gave him an exasperated look, and he chuckled. Rolling
her eyes, she picked up Teddy and sat him on the edge of the counter, listening
to his chatter while she rinsed dishes from dinner.

Jesse left the kitchen with a deep contentment settling into
his bones. Thoughts of Anya leaving all too soon tried to intrude on his
thoughts, but he pushed them away. Every day with her was a gift, and he wasn’t
going to waste it on the what-ifs.

He reached the foyer and flicked on the light before opening
the door. His good mood headed south in a hurry when he found his former
sister-in-law, Diane, beaming at him from the other side. For a moment he
really looked at her, made himself see her.

Tonight she wore a pair of black high heels and a short
green sweater dress that clung to her lean figure. His wife had been a runway
model before they met, something her sister, Diane, had also done. While Carol
had left the fashion world behind when they married, Diane had continued to
model. Now she was dressed like she was going to a fancy party instead of
playing with her nephews. Her long fingernails made it impossible to do things
like puzzles with them, and she could hardly walk let alone run in those high
heels. It was obvious she’d dressed to flirt, not to play with her nephews.

Diane preened beneath his gaze, and he realized with a start
that she thought he was admiring her. His mother’s words came rushing back to him.
He frowned at the other woman.

“What’s up, Diane? I thought you were coming over tomorrow.
You should have called first.”

Her smile faltered at his cold tones. “Well, I didn’t know I
needed to call before visiting my nephews.”

“But it would have been nice if you had.”

She frowned at him, the lines around her mouth deepening.
“Next time I will. I didn’t know I had to call before I came to visit
my
family.”

A pinprick of guilt jabbed at him, and he wished she’d leave
and stop fucking up what had been a wonderful day. “We were about to go to the
ice cream parlor.”

“Oh, I’d love to come.” She gave him a dazzling smile as
fake as her tits.

“I’m sorry, but our car is full.”

She blinked at him and took a step closer. “Who are you
taking with you?”

“My girlfriend.”

The whites of her eyes showed as she stared at him. “You
have a girlfriend?”

As if on cue Anya entered the foyer with a wide smile.
“Jesse, we’re almost ready to go.” She came up next to him and slipped her arm
through his in a proprietary manner. “Hi, Diane.”

Diane gaped at her; then her gaze narrowed until her eyes
were angry slits. “You’re sleeping with the help?”

Jesse moved Anya to his side but didn’t let go of her hand.
“No, I’m falling in love with a woman that is everything you aren’t. Kind, generous,
and beautiful inside and out.”

Changing tactics, Diane’s expression went from vicious to
sorrowful so fast it was almost funny. “How could you do this to my sister? How
could you bring another woman into her home?”

Resisting the urge to slap her, he took a deep breath and
drew comfort from Anya’s presence. “Fuck you, Diane. Your sister would love
Anya.”

Anya stepped in front of him and crossed her arms. “You will
not raise a scene like this with children in the house.”

“Slut,” Diane hissed.

Anya laughed. “I’ve been called worse by better.”

It amused him to see Diane struggling to figure that out,
but Anya was right. He couldn’t argue like this where his boys could hear her
shrieks. Fuck, they probably heard her bitching all the way down to the river.
He moved Anya away from the door again and tried not to smile at the hostile
looks she gave Diane. Who knew his sweet, innocent Anya could get so scrappy
when she was riled up.

“Diane. Go home. You should be ashamed at using Carol’s memory
to try and guilt me. You should also be ashamed for attacking Anya. She has
done nothing to you.” He blew a harsh breath out of his nose. “What is wrong
with you? I thought you were better than this, but I guess you’re still the
same girl that made Carol’s life hell at home.”