Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (27 page)

A knock came from her door, followed by a male voice. “
J’ai des fleurs pour vous
.”

Her heart lightened as she wondered if Jesse had sent her
some flowers. He did that pretty often and each time with a wonderful note. “
Une momento, s’il vous plait
.”

Grabbing her purse from the counter, she dug around and got
out a tip before opening the door.

“
Mettez-vous les
fleurs sur la table, s’il vous plait
.”

Standing on the other side with an armful of pink roses wrapped
in gray velvet stood Jesse.

She inhaled sharply, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Jesse couldn’t be here. He was in America…and yet here he stood, his cologne
scenting the air between them. He wore a pair of jeans that hugged his hips and
a stylish black button-down shirt. When her gaze reached his face again, he
smiled and handed her the roses.

“These reminded me of you.”

“Jesse?”

“Are you going to invite me in?”

She tossed the roses into the room, then flung herself at
him, the momentum pushing him back against the plaster wall of the hallway. A
moment later he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her to his mouth, her
toes dangling off the floor and her hands buried in his hair. Warm, solid,
alive, he was really here.

Their tongues met, dancing and tangling with each other
until she didn’t know where he ended and she began. With a soft growl, Jesse
tore his mouth from hers. She reached for him but had to grip his shoulders
when he wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her back into her flat.

“You’re still wearing your collar.”

“I never took it off, Master.”

He kicked the door closed and began to kiss her again, then
slammed her into the wall. Holding her there with his chest and stomach, he
reached down and twisted her panties over to the side. When he thrust a finger
inside her, she cried out, and he hissed.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. You haven’t put anything
inside that little pussy since you left, have you?”

Trying to rock herself on his fingers, she shook her head.
“Wanted to wait for you.”

“Mmm, but you have gotten off while you’ve been here. I’m
sure of it. Did you use your fingers or do you have a toy?”

Her ability to speak fled as he shuttled his fingers in and
out of her aching body in a rhythm that swiftly drove her crazy. Her entire
body tensed, and she throbbed so close to the edge she could almost feel the
first blissful release of her orgasm.

Before she could fully go over, he removed his hand and left
her straining. “Bad girl. Am I going to have to train you all over again?”

“Master, please. I’ve missed you so much.”

His gaze softened, and he slowly lowered her legs to the
ground. “Not as much as I’ve missed you. Now go present yourself on your bed
for me.”

She did as he asked, removing her clothes while he pulled
the curtains enough to hide her but still light the room. Seeing him prowl
around, touch her things, and smile made her heart so full she could barely
breathe. A small smile tickled her lips as she realized Jesse would finally see
the surprise she’d done for him.

After looking at a bottle of wine on her counter, he started
to return to her, then came to an abrupt stop. Unable to hide her smile, she
looked down and tried to keep from giggling. Oh, she would have loved to see
his face when he spotted the gold ring now piercing the hood of her clit, but
she didn’t want to give him any excuse to punish her. Besides, etched into the
ball holding the ring together was the letter J.

“When did you get that done?” His voice was thick with
desire.

“Right after I arrived. One of the girls at Wicked had hers
done, and the way she talked about it and how much her Master loved it made me
want one. I knew I’d need some healing time, so I decided that if I didn’t get
it done now, I never would.”

“Am I correct in assuming the J on your clit ring is for
Jesse?”

“Yes, Master.”

He chuckled and stroked her thigh. “Baby, it’s beautiful.
Now lie back so I can get a better look.”

Only too eager to get that marvelous mouth where she needed him
the most, she did as he asked and spread her legs wide, giving him the
unimpeded view she knew he liked. Holding her gaze, he quickly stripped out of
his clothes, his big dick pointing up past his belly button once he was fully
naked. At the sight of his cock, her whole body clenched with need, and he made
a low, growling noise.

“Remember, no coming until I say.”

“Yes, Master.” She would try, she really would, but she
didn’t think anything could stop her from coming once he touched her.

He crawled up the bed toward her, all menacing male power.
When he lowered himself to his elbows between her legs, her breath caught in
her throat. He looked at her pussy for a long time before fingering the little
ring. “Show me how you like to use it.”

Eager to please him, knowing how much he liked to watch her
play, she reached between her legs and began to gently tug at the ring, then
roll her clit with it. He leaned down and began to lick her fingers, his tongue
swiping her clit. She froze, a hard tremble nearly undoing her.

“Keep touching yourself, Anya.”

She wanted to scream at him, to grab him by the back of his
head, to force him to finish her, but she knew she couldn’t. He was so much
bigger than her, stronger. God, that was a turn-on. When she began to rub her
pussy lips, his tongue was there, licking in between her fingers, sucking on
her tender flesh, biting her.

He moved her fingers back to her clit; his tongue followed.
She arched when he hooked the ring with his tongue and tugged, her toes curling
as she tried with all her might not to come.

“Anya, come for me.”

With a scream that tore from deep in her belly, she
convulsed against his mouth, writhing beneath him as he continued to lick and
suck her while she came. She clutched his head to her pussy, rocking her lips
and shaking when he latched his mouth over her sex and shoved his tongue deep
inside. He was greedy about eating her pussy, drinking down every drop of honey
her body gave him and demanding more.

Once he’d wrenched a final shudder from her, he moved up her
body, pausing at her breasts. With a feral look in his eyes, he bit the mounds
of her breasts, hard enough to leave marks. Each sharp pain, then release
seemed to tug at her clit from the inside, rousing her again. When he reached
her nipples, she tensed, then moaned when he began to suckle first one, then
the other while he massaged the sore spots on her breasts.

The combination of pleasure and pain had her begging him to
fuck her, to fill her up, to take away her loneliness. She confessed how much
she missed him, how much he meant to her, and how happy she was that he was
finally here.

“If this is a dream, Master, I don’t want to wake up.”

Leaving her breasts in an aching, deliciously sore state, he
moved to her mouth and placed a kiss there that conveyed his love for her and
how much he’d missed her. He kissed her like she was the most precious thing in
the world. Pushing up onto his arms, he looked down at her. There was such
warmth mixed with his desire that her chest constricted even as her body cried
out for him. With his shoulders bunched up, the hard muscles of his arms
standing out in sharp relief, and her scent covering his mouth, he had to be
the sexiest man she’d ever seen.

Reaching between them, he placed his cock at her entrance,
the fine lines around his eyes tightening. She rubbed herself against him, not
able to get any farther than the broad head barely penetrating her because of
his fist. Looking down between their bodies, she moaned with need at the sight
of her swollen pussy against his fist.

“Anya, look at me.”

Their gazes met, and erotic lighting burned a path through
her body. Removing his hand, he began to slowly penetrate her tight sheath.
“Anya, I love you.”

Tears burned her eyes. She hugged him as tightly as she
could. “I love you too.”

Together they began to move, a sensual glide that took her
breath away. She refused to let him go, keeping their bodies pressed tight
together while she kissed his face, his neck, any part of him she could reach.
His languid motions took him farther into her body, bumping that part deep
within that sent chills skating up and down her spine. He groaned and increased
his tempo, their stomachs meeting with a slap, and she pulled him down for a
kiss.

The ring in her clit pulled, rubbed, and tugged with each of
his thrusts, making it feel like he was playing with her tender bud even as he
pinned her hands down to the bed. Putting pressure on her wrists, he pounded
into her, that hard, unyielding thrust she loved so much. Her body tightened
into a delicious coil of pleasure, the need for release making her wanton
beneath him. She whispered all the dirty, wicked things she would do for him if
he would only let her come.

His thrusts became ragged, and his grip on her wrists
increased to the point of pain. She reveled in the additional sensations mixing
with her passion, turning into something explosive.

“Go ahead, baby,” Jesse said in a tight, strained voice.
“Come with me.”

Grinding her pelvis against his, her back arching even as he
kept her arms pinned to the bed, she came with a harsh snap of her hips, her
body shaking as he bellowed and emptied himself into her with strong jerks of
his cock. The orgasm took her down into the deep pool of pleasure she’d missed
so much, the warm floating in the darkness only Jesse could give her.

He collapsed on top of her, rolling them onto their side
without leaving the tight clutch of her pussy. Little aftershocks tightened her
around him, and each time he groaned and twitched. Nuzzling closer to him,
burying her face against his chest, she let out a sigh of such length that he
chuckled.

“I missed you too, baby. More than you know.”

He stroked her hair, her face, every bit of her body he
could reach. He touched her with love and devotion, his energy cocooning her
and making her his. She stirred against him and looked up at his face, unable
to help what she was sure was a big cheesy grin.

“Hi, Master. It’s nice to see you.”

“Mmm, nice to see you too, Anya.” He shifted, and his cock
began to harden within her again. “I couldn’t stay away any longer.”

“Thank God.”

“You are so precious to me. I don’t want to be separated
from you like that again.”

“If you try to send me on another trip to make me see the
world without you, I’ll choke you myself.”

He made an almost purring sound and rocked his hips against
her, the now hard length of him sliding over her still-swollen tissues. “I
promise you’ll never be alone again.”

Unable to stop her eyes from closing because of the
sensations he was drawing forth from her, she rubbed her lips against his neck.
“That’s all I want.”

As the morning sunlight faded to the golden hue of later
afternoon, they made love over and over until Anya didn’t know where Jesse
ended and she began.

Just the way she liked it.

The Breaker’s Concubine

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The CLUB WICKED Series

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The VIRTUAL SEDUCTION Series

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Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and
three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an
import broker, a communications specialist, a US Navy civilian contractor, a
bartender/waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also
spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her
children that it ever happened.

From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and
fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew
older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great
at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big, wonderful,
emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple
prose (throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle),
she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail
and plot as everything else without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led
her to the wonderful world of erotic romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing
in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has learned to type one
handed while soothing a cranky baby.

Links to Ann Mayburn:

Main Web site:
http://www.annmayburn.com

Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/people/Ann-Mayburn/100001759870653