Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (9 page)

His breath hissed out, and he bent to suck on her neck. The
pain and pleasure of his lips had her clutching at him, holding on to his solid
presence before the sensations he invoked in her washed everything away. The
strong suction of his mouth made her yearn to have his face between her legs.

Eager to encourage him, she reached between them and ran her
palm over the hot steel of his cock trapped behind his jeans. He bucked against
her, and she rubbed him with long strokes, loving the little shudder that went
through him. He reached down and slipped his finger beneath her panties, his
breath coming out in a rush when he slid through her wet folds.

“Oh, little girl, you are so wet for me.”

One of his fingers probed her entrance, and she cried out, trying
to press down on him, to end the teasing, to make him touch her. Unable to
force him, she clung to his shoulders and whimpered. Being denied his touch
only made her want it more. Her body seemed to grow extra nerve endings,
sensitized to his energy.

He pulled away and gave her pussy a hard pat before backing
up. Looking at her, he licked his finger. “You are entirely too tempting. For
such a quiet thing, you sure do get aggressive when aroused.”

Unable to form a coherent thought, she ran her hands over
her breasts and tweaked her nipples. He started to take a step forward and
stopped, shaking his head. “Dove, I’m going to tie you up.”

“Whatever you want, Master.”

He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. “Get over onto the
table, on your knees.”

For the first time she really looked at the room and let out
a soft gasp. It was a dungeon in the most traditional sense of the word. A
variety of canes and whips were hung from one wall, and a set of shackles and
chains from another. A large black leather table, easily as large as a
king-size bed, sat in the center of the room, and off to the side was an
odd-looking chair.

His fist closed in the back of her hair and pulled, sending
delicious tingles through her. “Get on the table, now.”

She scrambled to do his bidding, climbing up on the padded
surface until she was on all fours. He moved next to the doorway and flicked a
couple of switches, changing the lighting until it resembled flickering
candles. Her breasts hung heavy beneath her, and when he walked around to her
side, he let them fill his hands.

The contact of his rough palms against her sensitive flesh
had her arching for him like a cat in heat.

“Not yet, Dove. I’m going to make you wait for it.”

She whimpered. “Please, Sir. I ache.”

“What’s your safe word, Dove?”

“Ivy.”

“Ivy, got it. If at any point the pain becomes more than you
can bear, or you feel like you’re going to have a panic attack, say ‘ivy’ and
we’ll stop immediately and talk about what you’re feeling. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you have any aversion to being tied up?”

“No.” Heck, he could wrap her up like a present for all she
cared. As long as he was touching her, deepening the connection between them,
she’d do anything he asked.

He leaned over and picked something out from the cabinet
beneath the table. “First I’m going to tie you up. Then I’m going to fuck you
until you’re soaking wet and begging for release. Then I’m going to make you
come. Now bring your knees together.”

She did as he asked, the pressure of her thighs against her
pussy making her squirm. He slapped her ass, and she groaned and wiggled some
more.

“I see I have a willful sub on my hands.” He began to wind
the rope around her lower thighs, just above her knees. The rope must have been
made of silk because it glided over her skin. Once her legs were bound, he went
to her front and tied her wrists together. As she watched his strong, capable
fingers taking away her ability to move, she felt scared yet terribly turned
on. It helped that this was Jesse and she trusted him completely.

“Kneel up.” He helped her get upright, then ripped the
straps of her dress so it fell down to her hips.

Holding her by the ropes binding her wrists, he lowered her
back down onto her stomach. Being manhandled like this in any other situation
would have pissed her off, but it was nice to enjoy what he was doing to her.
Not being able to touch him sucked, so she hoped if she behaved really well,
he’d let her explore his body.

Her fingers twitched at the very thought.

His warm breath caressed her shoulder a second before he
placed a gentle and tender kiss against her skin. If he’d been rough, she would
have been ready for it, but this sensual assault broke down her rational mind
further. She stopped paying attention to the rest of the room, focusing only on
his mouth traveling over her skin, the slight tickle of his beard, how much
bigger he was than her.

“Lift your hips.”

She did, and he pulled her dress off the rest of the way,
his palms leaving a burning tingle against her skin where he’d touched her.
Stroking his hand down her lower back, he reached the crest of her ass and
paused.

“I like the pearls.” His voice came out low and deep, a
voice of command even when he was just commenting on her G-string. “Do you mind
if I destroy it?”

She shook her head rapidly back and forth. “No, Sir. I can
fix whatever you break.”

“Hmm.”

He slipped his fingers beneath the pearl strand on one hip
and snapped it with a swift jerk. The violence of the gesture underscored how
helpless she was. While she couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else, she
trusted Jesse and that allowed her to relax…somewhat. She was too filled with
sexual tension and need to truly be at ease. Next came the other side, and she
shivered at the sensation of the pearls rolling over her skin. They plinked
onto the large leather pad, and a few managed to roll off onto the floor. She
imagined what she looked like to him, bound and surrounded by pearls. A warm
rush of pride coasted through her body, making her smile as Jesse growled out
something dirty about wanting to shove himself in her little pink asshole.

He teased the fabric out of the crack of her bottom before
leaning down to nip one of her cheeks. “You are one beautiful woman, Dove. Your
softness is driving me crazy, making me so hard, so ready to fuck you.”

“Oh God, please.”

She tried to look over her shoulder at him, but he gently
pushed her back down onto the table until her cheek pressed against the
leather.

“I want your head down like that, but I’m going to pull you
up onto your knees. I want to see all of that hot cunt, everything.”

A blush spread across her body, caressing her from the
inside out with an almost relaxing sensation. She couldn’t fight him. He could
do whatever he wanted to her. No worries about what he wanted; he’d make her do
it without even having to be asked.

With some help, she managed to get into the position he’d
instructed her to take. She didn’t understand how he was going to touch her
with her legs bound together. Then he pushed her back down and arched her ass
up, spreading her open like a flower.

“Tell me what your safe word is, Dove.”

She tried to clear her mind of the erotic fog drifting
through her thoughts. “Ivy.”

“Good girl. Let me remind you again, because this is very
important not only for you but for me as well. Abusing you and your trust is
the last thing I want to do. If at any time you feel like you can’t handle it
or something hurts, say it and all play stops. I’ll talk with you and see if I
can help ease your fears, and if it’s something you truly don’t like, we won’t
do it again. This is about your pleasure, Dove. I want to make you fly.”

Two big fingers slid through her folds, and she sighed,
arching her back farther. He muttered some low curse behind her, and she couldn’t
help but smile. Even bound and awaiting his will, knowing that he desired her,
that her body affected him, was empowering.

He slid his fingers down and grabbed her clit between his
knuckles. She lifted her hips, making soft pleading noises. To her surprise he
began to rhythmically pull on her clit, stretching her tight and squeezing her
bud, then loosening and sliding back. It felt fantastic, so decadent and
amazing. All she could do was close her eyes and sink farther into the feelings
he drew from her with such ease.

“You are too keyed up. I think you need an orgasm before we
get started.”

She could only moan in reply when the squeeze and release of
her clit sped up and he began to push two fingers into her. Even though her
legs were bound, she still managed to move with him, rocking back and forth and
rolling her spine. She began to whisper his name, reveling in knowing who he
was, delighted to once again be the focus of this incredible man’s attention.

Abruptly his fingers moved away, and she cried out, then
screamed when his mouth latched around her clit. He ate at her like a starving
man, devouring her flesh and hurling her toward the depths of her orgasm. With
each lick, each brush of his beard against her thighs, she dived deeper and
deeper until she stood at the edge of the abyss.

He did a clever flicking motion and plunged three fingers
into her, stretching her. Everything coiled, tensed, and strained inside her.
She was fighting her bonds now, trying to get more. Then he hooked his fingers
inside her at the same time he bit her clit, and she started to orgasm.

She didn’t know if it was the position he’d put her in, the
built-up arousal, or the fact it was Jesse, but she came long and hard. He
stayed with her the entire time, gentling his mouth and removing his fingers,
licking her with broad sweeps of his tongue. No one had ever eased her down
from an orgasm like this before, and she moaned in appreciation. She felt so
cherished, so cared for.

Finally he pulled back and smoothed her hair off her back.
“Better?”

“God, yes. You are fantastic. The best I’ve ever had.”

He gave her ass a light slap and laughed. “Darlin’, you
ain’t seen nothing yet.”

He could still taste her when he licked his lips. Her arousal
glistened on her thighs as she completely relaxed. This was one of the things
he loved: the ability to bring a woman total contentment. Unable to resist the
smooth expanse of her skin, he rubbed his hand over her bottom and grinned when
her very swollen pussy clenched.

“Dove, do your arms hurt?”

“Don’t care,” came her mumbled reply.

He moved to her front, checked her wrists, and examined her
for any damage. She was a bit red, but if he cut her loose now, she’d be fine.
Eventually she’d build up enough physical endurance to take being bound for a
longer period of time, but right now, she needed to shift around and bring some
blood back to her muscles.

Luckily he had a good idea of how to do it.

Taking out the safety scissors from the cubby beneath the
table, he then gently cut her hands free, then her legs. She remained in the
position he’d put her in, and he couldn’t help the pleasure that filled him.
Even in her submission she was sweet, attentive. Everything about her called to
him, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d been this comfortable with a woman
since his wife, Carol, had died. In fact, in some ways Dove reminded him of
Carol.

That thought made him pause, and he gently stroked his hand
over Dove’s flank, down her plush thighs, and back up again. While Dove and
Carol shared similar coloring with their blonde hair and blue eyes, Carol had
been a runway model with a lean frame and mile-long legs. He began to press his
thumbs into Dove’s calves, working out the tension that had built up there, and
was rewarded with her happy sigh. No, the resemblance between the women was on
a soul-deep level. Both women seemed to radiate their own inner light, a
special beacon that called to him. Just like with Carol, he felt immediately
comfortable with Dove, connected even as if they’d known each other before. He
had to laugh at the fanciful turn of his thoughts. Next thing he knew he’d be
contacting a psychic to find out if he’d known Dove in a previous life.

Dove arched, stretching out with a low moan. “Turn over onto
your back. I’m going to work your muscles so you won’t be sore tomorrow.”

She complied with boneless grace, letting him manipulate her
while she kept her eyes closed. A dreamy smile curved her pink lips, and he
really wanted to see what she looked like beneath that mask. Even more he
wondered what she was like outside of the club. Was she interested in anything
more than casual encounters? Had she come to Wicked to enjoy the club scene and
that was it? While he didn’t think Dove was a casual-sex kind of girl, he
really had no idea. For all he knew, she could be planning on playing the
field, experimenting with different sexual play and Doms. The thought made his
stomach clench, and he swallowed hard.

She opened her eyes and held her arms out to him. “Please
kiss me.”

Stopping himself before he gave in to her sultry request, he
leaned down and brought out a bottle of massage oil after putting the scissors
and cut rope away. If he kissed her right now, he wouldn’t be able to stop
himself from devouring her like a starving wolf with a big, juicy steak. When
he stood and looked down at her, his dick pressed against his pants hard enough
to ache. She was playing with her nipples, pulling them tight and elongating
the tips. Watching her squeeze that bounty changed his plans.

Stepping back, he began to unbutton his shirt. She
immediately stopped what she was doing to watch him, but he shook his head.
“Keep touching yourself, or I stop.”

She returned to her play, but her gaze was on him, devouring
him with her desire. The way she looked at him made him feel ten feet tall. He
finished removing his shirt and tossed it over to the side. Her pleased murmur
made him grin, and when he flipped the button of his jeans open, she bit her
lower lip. Unable to resist the lure of her flesh anymore, he stripped out of
his pants and closed the distance between them, her gasp making his balls draw
up tight.