Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (5 page)

“I’ll think about it, Sir.”

With that she turned and fled their section, absently noting
there was indeed a male submissive nearby with what looked like a
tree-trunk-sized dildo held deep in his ass by some type of harness.

Jesse sat at the end of the bar, watching the new server
glide around the room. The end of her shift should be coming up soon, and he
wanted to be the first to approach her. Already he could see he would have
competition for her favors. Bryan, a sadist and skilled Dom, was blatantly
flirting with her while she brought him his fourth water of the night. Jesse
worried she might be attracted to the handsome Brit who always reminded him of
the devil with his goatee and dark looks, but she didn’t seem to be comfortable
around the other Master. Right now Bryan was trying to get her to come closer,
but she slipped away with a smile. As soon as her back was to Bryan, she let
out a silent sigh.

Jesse had always had a thing for blondes, and with Dove’s
long golden hair hanging down almost to her well-rounded butt, she more than
fulfilled that particular taste. Actually, she possessed all the physical
qualities he was attracted to in a woman. Nice and pleasantly plump with
generous curves, wide blue-gray eyes, and fair skin that easily showed her
flush. The sensual epitome of the farmer’s daughter. While he couldn’t see all
her features behind the mask, what he did see attracted him. She was a bit
shorter than the women he usually played with, but that only made her even more
cuddly and feminine.

Dove reached the bar and leaned over, speaking with Sunny.
Her height put her large breasts resting on the countertop, and his palms
itched to touch them, bind them in ropes, and make her undoubtedly pink nipples
red. The two women laughed, and Sunny looked down the bar at him, clearly
meeting his eyes before quickly looking away and whispering to Dove. The curvy
little sub stiffened and casually turned her head, pretending to itch her chin
on her shoulder while no doubt looking at him. He caught her gaze. A crimson
flush spread from her upper chest to her face before she looked back at Sunny.

He didn’t think the unusually strong attraction he felt was
one-sided. As he’d been watching her, she’d also been watching him. Every time
she looked at him, something tightened deep in his gut and a sense of
recognition teased his mind. He couldn’t think of who she reminded him of other
than Marilyn Monroe with her sexy, soft voice. God, he loved a woman with meat
on her bones, loved generous thighs to wrap around his hips, a rounded body to
thrust into. His dick ached to the beat of his heart, but he was between
submissives right now and had no urge to be with any of the willing women
available to him.

He wanted Dove.

She glanced at him again, then went back to talking to
Sunny. Behind her, he watched Bryan stroll up, an arrogant smile curving his
lips. His dark eyes were focused on Dove’s ass, and he was fingering the whip
he kept coiled at his side. The thought of anyone but himself touching Dove
sent a surprisingly strong possessive streak through Jesse.

Before Jesse was even conscious of making the decision to
move, he found himself at Dove’s side. “Hey, beautiful.”

She looked up at him, her pulse visibly hammering in her
throat. “Hello, Jes— I mean, Master Jesse.”

Bryan scowled at him and stood on her other side. “Hello,
Dove. Are you ready for me to show you around Wicked?”

Dove looked between the men, then back to Sunny. The other woman
smiled at Bryan. “I’m sorry, Master Bryan, but Dove has already agreed to spend
some time with Master Jesse tonight.”

Bryan frowned at the bartender. “I don’t recall asking your
opinion.”

The way Dove got offended on behalf of her friend made Jesse
fight to keep from laughing. Poor Bryan. He was a stickler for manners and that
included submissives not speaking unless spoken to first. Probably had
something to do with the fact he was minor British royalty. Either way, Bryan’s
usual arrogance worked in Jesse’s favor tonight.

Dove stiffened, and she took a visible step closer to Jesse.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I did promise Master Jesse I would speak with him. I do
thank you for your offer, but my time is already spoken for.”

Jesse was pretty sure that was the politest
fuck off
he’d ever heard. Bryan must
have agreed, because his scowl turned into his trademark wicked smile. “But of
course. I appreciate a submissive with good manners. When Master Jesse is done
boring you, feel free to look me up.”

Jesse laughed and swept Dove up into his arms, his cock
punching against his fly in appreciation at how good she felt against him. “Why
don’t you go find one of your pain sluts to play with? This little Dove is
spoken for.”

She squirmed against his hold but didn’t say anything.
Ignoring Sunny’s giggle and Bryan’s muttered threats, he carried her across the
room toward the base of the stairs leading up to the second level with the
private playrooms. A few eyebrows were raised his way, but when he passed Hawk
and Isaac, they both gave him a thumbs-up while Kitten shook her head. No doubt
he’d hear about being a Neanderthal from her in the future.

Dove struggled more violently against him when he reached an
elaborate staircase and took the first step. “Please. Please put me down.”

He paused and looked down at her, trying to assess what was
making her freak out. “Scout’s honor, I’m only taking you upstairs to talk,
Dove. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. I know it’s hard for you
to trust me, but give me a chance.”

She shook her head. “No, I trust you. I don’t like being
carried. Please put me down.”

“Fair enough, but if you were my sub, I’d carry you
everywhere. You feel good in my arms.” He gently set her down, and the heavy
weight of her breasts dragged across him in a ball-tightening sensation.

She placed her hand on his arm and looked up at him. “You
aren’t mad at me, are you?”

He smiled and ran his knuckles over her upper chest, which
flushed on cue. “No, Dove, I’m not mad at you. It takes a lot more than a woman
asking to walk to irritate me. Besides, right now we’re just a Dominant and a
submissive. While I expect you to mind your manners around me, I don’t have the
right to make demands on you…yet. If you choose to spend some time with me and
things progress to a more serious level, we’ll talk about what I expect from a
submissive.”

“Oh, okay.” She took a deep breath and kept her gaze on his
chest. “I’d like to spend some time with you, Sir.”

Her voice broke on the last word, and his heart warmed. So
nervous and scared, but trusting him anyway. God, how he wanted to put her on
her knees right here on the stairs and show her what he could do for her. “And
I’d like to spend some time with you as well. Come on. I’ve booked one of the
tamer rooms for us. It’s actually a room I had a hand in designing.”

He held out his hand, and she hesitantly took it, her small
fingers wrapping around his. Trying to keep his pace sedate, he led them up the
stairs and to the left, passing a dozen rooms before they reached their destination.
The plaque on the door simply read The Cloud. He paused so she could examine
it, then opened up the door.

They entered a small foyer with another closed door leading
to the room. He leaned against the wall before beginning to remove his boots. “Shoes
off. The walls and floor of the room are made up of a special fiber-optic weave
matched with some—” He stopped himself, remembering the technology that made
the room was fascinating to him but made most people’s eyes glaze over when he
tried to explain it. “Long story short, the floor and walls are too delicate
for shoes.”

She did as he asked, her petite feet drawing his attention.
Her toenails were painted a pretty pink, and he wondered if she liked having
her feet played with. After she set her small shoes next to his boots, she
looked up at him expectantly, the blue-gray coming through in her lovely eyes.

“Ladies first.”

She gave him a curious glance but moved across the foyer and
opened the door.

Her delighted giggle lit a place inside of his heart that
had been dark for too long.

“Oh my goodness.” She started to take a step forward and
hesitated. “I’m sorry, Sir. May I go in?”

He grinned and placed a hand on her lower back, the warmth
of her skin through the sheer material burning into his hand. “Be my guest.”

She wandered into the massive curved room, her gaze going
from the state-of-the-art high-definition screens showing an endless sunset to
the massive bed shaped to look like a fluffy cloud. The walls had been angled
to further the illusion of being in the sky, and a light mist came from
somewhere in the floor, creating a drifting fog.

Restraints were hidden among the pillows on the bed, but the
overall effect of the room was meant to be soothing. He wanted her relaxed, and
if he was honest with himself, he also wanted to show off a bit. Watching
people enjoy his creations never failed to make him feel good.

She held out her arms and twirled, the short dress she wore
swirling around her plump thighs in a distracting manner. “This is amazing.
It’s like I’m flying through the clouds on a magic carpet.”

He came in and shut the door behind him. While he watched
her, she wandered around the room, clearly entranced by the slowly drifting
sunset. She gave him a delighted smile. “Will the sun eventually set?”

“Yep. It will become full night in here. Just you, me, and
the stars.”

“Oh.” Suddenly shy, she wandered to the center of the room,
where the bed rose up out of the fog.

Moving slowly, reminding himself she was as green as could be,
he brushed past her and sat at the back of the bed, the special covering
puffing up around him like a silky white cloud. “Have a seat.” She gave him a
dubious look, and he grinned. “I promise I’ll stay on my side of the cloud.”

Not looking at him, she sat on the very edge of the bed and
startled. “Wow, what is this? Some kind of gel mattress?”

“I have no idea. Truth be told, I let the staff of Wicked
worry about the details, and enjoy the results.”

“Hmm.” She settled more firmly onto the bed.

“Now, do you have any questions for me?”

Seconds ticked by, and she opened and closed her mouth
several times before finally asking, “Why do you like BDSM?”

Her question took him by surprise. He thought she’d ask
something about the lifestyle or what she’d seen tonight, not about him. “If
we’re going to be discussing my sex life, I want something in return.”

“What?”

That one word held so much suspicion he had to fight a
laugh. “I want you to sit next to me. I won’t touch you, but I do confess you
feel mighty nice snuggled against me.”

“You think I feel good?”

“Darling, you feel more than good. But I won’t force you to
do anything. If you feel more comfortable over there, so be it.”

She frowned and scooted onto the bed so her legs no longer
hung over the edge. “Can’t you order me to do it?”

“No, you’re not my submissive. All we’re doing right now is
talking. If something more develops, and I’m really hoping it will, we’ll go
from there. But for right now, we’re two people talking.”

“I don’t usually talk to people in a negligee,” she muttered
softly under her breath.

“Me neither.”

She laughed and started to crawl over the bed toward him,
her large breasts swaying with her every move in a way that made him grit his
teeth. He usually had more self-control than this. What was it about this slip
of a girl that threw him into a state of rut?

When she came close enough that he could smell her floral
perfume, she hesitated. “Master Jesse?”

“Yes?”

“Do you mind holding me like you did earlier?”

The slight tremble in her voice warmed him. So nervous but
still craving his touch. She was a treasure. “Come here.”

She willingly clambered onto his lap and snuggled against
him, her body relaxing in a way that stroked his Dominant ego. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Dove. You asked me what I liked about BDSM;
this is one of those things.”

Her wide eyes blinked up at him in confusion. “What do you
mean?”

“It’s not only the amazing sex that I like. It’s also the
feeling I get from being with a woman who trusts me to give her the most
pleasure possible. I like it when a woman surrenders to me, lets me run the
show.” He shrugged and shifted slightly so his aching cock fit against the
plush curve of her bottom. “It turns me on to turn you on.”

Around them the sun set and the sky began to ease into twilight.
Her lips softened, and she licked the lower one with the tip of her pink
tongue. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I mean nothing
this…intense.”

“I know. Don’t be afraid.”

She shifted and reached up to touch his face with her free
hand. “May I?”

“Honey, you can touch anything on me you want.”

To his surprise she closed her eyes as her fingertips
ghosted over his face, tracing the line of his jaw, the short fringe of his
beard, and finally his lips. The gentle stroke of her hand aroused him more
than full-on sex with some women had. Now it was his turn to swallow hard. He’d
almost forgotten what it was like to have a woman touch him like she cared. The
submissives he’d been with since his wife died had been fun but nothing
serious. With one caress, Dove went from something fun to something serious in
his mind.

Turning into her hand, he placed a gentle kiss on the inside
of her wrist. Originally he’d planned to bring her back here and talk. Okay, maybe
a little bit of playing, but just enough to whet her appetite for more. Her
gentleness woke a territorial beast who eyed the delectable woman with
interest. She wasn’t like the others; she was more real somehow. Her responses
were untutored and honest, sidestepping the careful rules he’d put in place in
order to keep his distance when he played with other submissives.