Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (4 page)

Anya had learned to unfocus her gaze when naked people
strolled by, looking at a spot over their shoulder. Fortunately the naked
people were almost always submissives, so she usually dealt with their Master
or Mistress. And sure enough Mr. Florentine had been right about the
compliments. Every group she’d served had something nice to say about her
appearance. While she couldn’t stop her blush, saying thank you instead of
stammering out some reason why she wasn’t pretty was getting easier by the
minute.

Sunny finished pouring the last beer and set it on the tray.
“There you go. Master Isaac is toward the back of the room, on the left.
Kitten, his fiancée, is wearing a gold cat mask, so that should help you find
them. If you can’t spot them, you should for sure be able to spot Master Hawk.
He’s the Native American man with the yummy long black hair held back by a
silver clip.”

Another one of the servers came up, a stunning woman with
hair like ebony silk that reached all the way to her buttocks, and beautiful
dark honey-brown skin. She wore a flowing gown that exposed her perfect body
and a green mask that made her emerald eyes almost glow. She was stunning,
probably the loveliest woman Anya had ever seen in person, even with a mask
obscuring half her face, but the look she gave Anya was far from friendly.

“Why are you sending her into my section?” She jabbed her
red-painted nail in Anya’s direction.

Sunny narrowed her eyes, and her tone turned chilly. “Look,
Goddess, Master Isaac requested her. You know the rules. Doesn’t matter whose
section they sit in if they request a server.”

Goddess turned on Anya and looked down her nose at her.
“Fine, but keep your hands off the guy with the long hair. Master Hawk is
mine.”

“What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sunny snorted, anger tightening the fine muscles around her
eyes. “Goddess is under the delusion that since Master Hawk briefly played with
her a few months ago, he’s her Master now. Funny since Master Hawk barely
remembers her.”

“I may not wear his collar yet, but neither do you.” The
other woman stepped closer, invading Sunny’s space as much as she could with
the bar between them.

“You had better back the fuck off before I slap the bitch
out of you,” Sunny growled back in a menacing tone totally at odds with her
demeanor up to this point. Anya stared at her.

Goddess leaned over the counter, her nose almost touching
Sunny’s. The two women radiated enough hostility that Anya was afraid they were
about to fight. The air crackled with tension, and she noticed the bartender
nearest to Sunny, Onyx, coming over with a stern expression on her face. While
most of the bartenders were submissives, Mistress Onyx was not, and Anya didn’t
want to be in her way when she reached the two quarreling women. Already fire
flashed in the Domme’s dark eyes, and an almost visible wave of command
emanated from her.

Only an idiot would stick around for the fireworks about to
go down, so Anya tugged the tray out from between Goddess and Sunny, grunting
beneath its weight. “I’ll just take this over to them so Master Isaac doesn’t
get mad at me.”

The two women ignored her, and Sunny said in a low voice,
“He may have fucked you, but obviously whatever you had to offer, he doesn’t
want seconds on.”

“You white-trash cunt!” Goddess gripped the edges of the
counter hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

Mistress Onyx smacked her hand down on the bar, loud enough
so it drew the attention of Sunny and Goddess. “Dove, go take that to the
Masters. I’ll deal with these…ladies.”

Anya turned and moved away, not wanting to get caught up in
the drama. Really she shouldn’t be surprised. If this wasn’t an atmosphere ripe
for jealousy, she didn’t know what was. Still, she was relieved when she
glanced over her shoulder and saw Goddess storming away from a now contrite
Sunny and an imposing Mistress Onyx.

Moving carefully through the increasing crowd, Anya made her
way to the back of the room and quickly spotted Master Isaac. He was seated
across from two men sprawled out over the opposite couch, one with long, dark
hair held back in a clip and the other with short, deep auburn hair. Next to
Master Isaac sat a beautiful woman with a golden cat mask like Sunny had
described.

Plastering a smile on her face, she moved around the side of
the sofa the men sat on, and said, “Master Isaac, I have your…”

Her words died off in her throat, choking her as she stared
at her boss, the father of the children she watched, Jesse.

Dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a brown leather vest
that hung open to expose the broad expanse of his chest, he looked amazing.
She’d never seen him with his shirt off, and despite her shock, a part of her
brain registered that he was as built as she’d dreamed. All big muscles and
strong lines. Soft brown hair curled on his chest and trailed down his belly to
the bulge of his crotch. The jeans clinging to his thighs were nice and worn,
revealing the vague shape of his dick. Ripping her gaze away from his nether
regions, she swallowed hard as her attention returned to his face. When their
gazes met, she found herself drowning in the deep brown of his eyes. His strong
jaw flexed, and she had the inane urge to touch his short, well-kept beard.

Panic froze Anya to the spot, and she waited for him to say
something, to recognize her but he continued to stare at her as she stared back
at him.

“Dove?” Master Isaac asked. “Are you okay?”

Kitten leaned forward. “Someone grab the tray for her before
she drops it.”

Master Hawk took the tray from her unfeeling hands and
placed it on the table. “Miss? Are you all right?”

Suddenly, Master Isaac laughed. “I see what the problem is.
One of Mistress Chrissy’s subs is kneeling behind you guys, giving the world a
view of the phallus his good Mistress has shoved up his ass.”

Master Jesse and Master Hawk turned around to look, then
both made a pained sound and turned back. Master Hawk gave a dramatic wince
while Master Jesse rubbed his eyes. “I should have known better than to look.
My asshole hurts for that poor sub.”

Master Isaac stood and turned her to face him before
releasing her arms and taking a seat next to his fiancée. “Dove, don’t be
frightened by the harness the man is wearing. He’s a very happy and willing
submissive, and I assure you despite the size of the dildo currently inside of
him, he is quite all right.”

Master Isaac’s words rushed in a meaningless stream over
her, and she looked back at Jesse. How could Jesse not see who she was? Yeah,
she was wearing a mask, but damn, she knew every inch of his face. And yes,
this was probably the first time he’d ever seen her hair in anything other than
a tightly pinned bun. Little boys and long hair didn’t mix well, but how could
he not know her? She turned all the way to face him and watched his gaze travel
from her breasts, normally covered by loose shirts, to her lips, normally bare
of any kind of lipstick, and finally to her eyes.

The sad realization that Jesse really didn’t pay any
attention to her as anything other than his nanny hurt. She almost wished he
would speak up, even though it would mean the end of both her jobs. No way
would Jesse let someone who worked here watch over his kids. She should run
away right now, make some excuse about being overwhelmed or something.

Too bad her feet refused to move.

Kitten laughed. “Jesse, grab her before she falls over.”

Anya almost fled before Jesse could touch her, sure he would
recognize her up close, but as soon as his strong arm gently tugged her into
his lap, she froze. He tipped her chin up and smiled at her, arranging her so
she fit comfortably against him. “You are a nice armful, little one. Are you
all right?”

She nodded, unable to speak, caught up in the heat of his
body against her, the smell of his expensive cologne. He continued to look down
at her, and her breath hitched in her chest when desire began to warm his eyes.
Passion flared between them and her whole body came alive. Something about his
attention sharpened, and she felt like he was really seeing her this time. His
gaze swept down her body with obvious appreciation, pausing on the swell of her
breasts, the deep valley of cleavage between them. Beneath her bottom, his cock
began to harden, and she didn’t know if she should cheer or scream. This was
Jesse, her boss, the unapproachable man who barely registered her existence.
The man she’d dreamed and fantasized about from the moment she’d met him.

Unable to form a coherent thought in response to his
question, she nodded again and hoped he would let her go but prayed he
wouldn’t.

He glanced over his shoulder again and gave an exaggerated
wince, the move shifting his now very hard and long erection against her. “I
can see why you’d be a little shocked. It appears as if Mistress Chrissy put a
telephone pole up the poor guy’s ass.”

She blinked at him, unable to tear her gaze away. Any second
now he’d figure out who she was, and she’d be fired from this job or her
position as a nanny or both. Anxiety twisted her stomach into tight knots, and
nausea filled her. Despite her discomfort, she couldn’t help the tiny surge of
joy at being held in his arms, admired by him, turning him on.

He cupped her face with his free hand and stroked his thumb
across her lips. “Do you have a name?”

She took a quick breath. Her overstretched nerves couldn’t
get any tighter, so she began to tremble. “Dove.”

“Dove.” He stroked her cheek behind the mask, his touch
lighting a fire between the cradle of her thighs. “Lovely name, and it suits
you. Now, Dove, I want you to breathe with me. Keep your eyes on my face and
ignore everything else.”

That wasn’t hard to do, considering for her he was the only
person in the room at the moment.

“Deep breath in, hold it, and now out.”

His low, whiskey-rough voice washed over her. It reminded
her of when he would work with a new horse at the stables on his property.
She’d watched him in secret, playing with the boys in the garden near the
pastures and drooling over him as he coaxed a young gelding to do his bidding.

“Such a good girl. Keep breathing with me. Relax and let me
hold you. You’re safe here. Nothing is going to hurt you while you’re in my
arms. Now breathe.”

They did that a few more times, and slowly her heartbeat
returned to a somewhat normal rhythm. She was still as stiff as a board on his
lap, but with every passing second, her hopes rose that he didn’t know who she
was. When he looked at her like this, she didn’t want to tell him the truth,
wanted a few more minutes of being the focus of his attention. The feeling of
him, the scent of him was intoxicating. If she wasn’t careful, she’d never want
to leave his embrace, and that could only lead to disaster.

Keeping her voice disguised, she tried to move off him. “I’m
okay, Sir. You can let me go now. I’m probably squishing you.”

Master Isaac and Master Hawk both laughed while Jesse
grinned down at her. “The day I’m squished by a little thing like you is the
day I need to hang up my spurs.” He tightened his hold on her and whispered in
her ear. “Besides, I enjoy holding you, and if you don’t object, I’d like to do
it for a few more minutes.”

Unsure if he really meant it or he was saying that because
he felt bad for her, she attempted to get up again. “Really, you don’t have
to—”

His grip tightened again, this time holding her firmly in
place against the hard lines of his body. Her desire surged, and her empty sex
contracted. She tried an experimental wiggle, but he didn’t budge an inch.
Staring up into his eyes, she relaxed against him, accepting his hold on her.
Truth be told there was nowhere she’d rather be than in his arms.

“There, that’s a good girl.” He brushed his hand along her
neck, stroking the delicate skin with his rough fingertips. Jesse still had the
work-roughened hands of a man who grew up working on his grandparents’ ranch,
and she shivered beneath his caresses. Keeping his touch gentle, arousing, and
teasing at the same time, he watched her closely. “Have you ever been anywhere
like this before, Dove?”

She shook her head, dimly aware of the two Masters and
Kitten having a conversation while they sipped the drinks she’d brought them.
“No, Sir.”

“Hmm.” The sound was a deep bass rumble that vibrated her
bones. “Have you ever experimented with BDSM?”

“No, Sir.” She flushed and thought about the time she’d let
one of her ex-boyfriends spank her, but it had been more embarrassing than
arousing.

His hand curled around her throat, effectively holding her
like a gentle collar. “Now, now. It’s not a good idea to lie to a Master.” She
blinked up at him in confusion. “Your blush gives you away, Dove. So why don’t
you tell me what you’ve done.”

Mortification chased back her stupefied arousal. “That
really isn’t any of your business, Sir.”

“So polite, even when telling me to piss off.” He smiled,
his straight white teeth shining against his faded tan. “You are a shy little
thing, aren’t you? But so pretty, and you fit against me just right. The things
I could do to you…”

Unable to stop her foolish mouth, she asked in a breathy
voice, “What kind of things?”

“Wicked things.”

“Oh.” Moisture flooded the cleft between her thighs as her
imagination ran wild with the dark, sensual promise of his words.

Master Hawk laughed. “Stop tormenting the poor girl.”

Kitten reached out and lightly kicked Jesse’s leg. “Great
first impression, psycho.”

Jesse laughed, breaking the intense mood between them, and
finally let her scoot off his lap. “Fine, fine.” Before she could fully escape,
he grabbed her hand and raised it gently to his lips, the hair of his beard
brushing her skin in a pleasant manner. It was as soft as she’d imagined.
“Dove, if you ever have any questions or you want to try something out, let me
know. In fact, I’ll be staying later than usual tonight. Come find me when
you’re done. No pressure. I’d just like to talk with you.”