Dangerous Pleasures (19 page)

“And then his lordship said to me, ‘Nanny Violet—’” She stopped, looking up. “Oh, Mrs. Miller, welcome home.” She gently shifted Wills into the chair as she stood up. “There’s a nice beef stew on the back of the stove keeping warm. I’ve made dumplings, and there’s a pan of brownies in the oven.”

“You are wonderful!” Annie said. “Thank you so much, Nanny Violet.”

“If you’ll press the three on your cell, I’ll be going,” the nanny replied. “Eight tomorrow morning then, dear. Wills’s fever is down to one hundred. It will probably rise a bit with evening, but the whoopsies seem to be over. I’d give him some soup and toast, though, for dinner. And as he’s been a very good laddie today, a nice warm brownie if he eats it all up.”

“I will, Nanny!” Wills promised.

“But what about the end of your story?” Amy wanted to know.

“Oh, I’ll tell you all tomorrow,” Nanny promised. She bustled into the hallway and, taking her hat and cape from the closet, put them on. Then, going to the door, she bade them good night with a smile and went out the front door.

Annie was surprised to see a small dark car waiting at the curb. Nanny Violet hurried toward it and got in. It sped off down the street into the midautumn gloaming, and Annie could have sworn it just disappeared. But of course it was a trick of the light. She turned back to her children. “I hope you didn’t mind that I wasn’t home when you got here, but I was delayed. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Amy said, “that nanny is really cool. Sort of an older Mary Poppins. Wait till I tell Brittany that we have a nanny. She will be
so
jealous.”

“It’s only temporary until Wills gets better,” Annie said. “Probably the week.”

“It’s like
Nanny 911,
” Lily said.

“Only better, ’cause we’re not brats,” Rose added, “and we can have fun with her.”

“Is everyone’s homework done, or in the process of?” Annie asked her daughters.

The trio turned dutifully and headed upstairs.

“Dinner in an hour,” Annie called, and then went into the kitchen, hearing the timer to remove the brownies from the oven. Looking into the den she saw that Wills had fallen asleep in the chair, and she left him there until they were ready to eat.

Her mother called just as she had gotten everyone down for the night. “What is this about you having a nanny looking after Wills?” Phyllis demanded. “I would have come over if you wanted me to, Annie.”

“Thanks, Mom, I know you would have, but I didn’t want to impose,” Annie said, and waited for the outburst that was certain to come.

“Impose? Impose? I am your mother, the grandmother of those children,” Phyllis began. “If you stayed home like you should, instead of depriving that poor sick mite of his mother in his time of crisis, there would be no need for me to come, or for you to have some stranger in the house. Is anything missing? Did you check?”

Annie sighed. “Mom,” she said, “Nanny Violet was sent by my employers. She is a lovely Englishwoman, and Wills fell in love with her. So did the girls. When I got home dinner was on the back of the stove, and a pan of brownies was baking in my oven. The kids were all quiet. There was no rock music or television blaring. It was perfect. I wish I could have her all the time.”

“And who is paying for this, I should like to know? Good help like that costs money, Annie,” Phyllis said, as if her daughter were slow-witted.

“The corporation is paying for it,” Annie told her mother. “They are incredible employers. I am really so lucky.”

“Such generosity,” Phyllis said. “It all sounds very odd to me.”

“Lizzie’s firm is attempting to gain them as a client,” Annie murmured.

“They are?” her mother said.

Annie could almost see the wheels in Phyllis’s head turning.

“Well, I suppose if Lizzie’s people want to represent them, they must be on the up-and-up. Her firm is very conservative, you know.”

“Yes, Mom, I know,” Annie replied. “How’s Dad?”

“Pulled a muscle out on the course today,” Phyllis said sourly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Give him a kiss for me, and tell him I hope he’s better soon.”

“Well, thank goodness it’s going to rain tomorrow or he’d grumble all day about not being out on the course,” Phyllis said.

“It’s late, Mom, and I want to go to bed,” Annie said.

“Yes, yes, you need your rest now that you’re a working mother,” Phyllis agreed. “Annie, I know I’m old-fashioned, but I really am proud of what you’re doing.”

“Thanks, Mom. Good night.”

“Good night, dear,” Phyllis responded.

Annie set down the phone.
Well, fancy that,
she thought. A compliment from Phyllis. It was a first. Locking up, she turned out all the lights and headed upstairs, taking the last brownie with her. She looked in on Wills, but though feverish he was sleeping, and that probably would last the night. She’d given him a Children’s Motrin before tucking him in. The lights were already out in the girls’ bedrooms.
Good.
She turned the key in the lock of her own bedroom door, washed, undressed, and got into her own bed. She looked at the B button, thinking of the round bed, the red silk sheets, the purple teddy. She remembered how she had felt in Devyn’s arms this afternoon. The faint smell of his cologne. In reality she wouldn’t dare to encourage him. If he rebuffed her it would be so embarrassing, and she would never be able to go back to work at the Spa again. But the B button offered her the chance of a new fantasy. One in which Devyn would be her lover. Annie pressed down on the letter B and immediately found herself sprawled against red-silk-covered pillows, wearing a purple teddy with lace inserts over her nipples.

The room was large, and there was a fire burning in a large hearth. And there were wide, tall windows. Intrigued, Annie slid off the bed and walked to them. She saw one was a door, and it opened onto a deck. Turning the handle on the door, she stepped outside into the night. Above her the black sky was dotted with stars. A moon was just beginning to peep over the horizon. A faint wind brought her the salty scent of the sea, and then she heard the waves lapping at the shoreline.

It was the beach house she had always dreamed about, Annie realized. It was set on a broad expanse of sand with the water at its edge. And coming out of the water was a man. He stopped to pick up something on the beach—a towel, she guessed as he wrapped it about his slender loins and moved toward her. Annie’s heart began to hammer wildly. Was it Devyn? She wanted it to be Devyn. It had to be Devyn! Her nipples beneath the lace puckered, thrusting forward.

“Annie,” he called her name, and then he was coming up onto the deck. His arm slipped around her, drawing her near. One hand began to knead a full, round breast as his mouth took hers in a hot kiss. “It took you long enough, Annie,” he said against her lips.

“What do you mean?” She gasped softly. She could feel his cock through the towel, and he was already hard.

“To orchestrate this fantasy,” Devyn said to her. “I like it. I like the sea, the beach, and oh, my, look at that delicious bed inside.” He took her hand and led her back into the bedroom.

“This is a mistake,” Annie murmured.

“No, it isn’t. You’ve wanted to fuck me, and I sure as hell have wanted to fuck you ever since we set eyes on each other,” Devyn said.

“You aren’t the real Devyn,” Annie protested. “The poor kid would be horrified if he knew I had the hots for him. It must be my age.”

“No, I’m not the real Devyn. I’m the fantasy one, but it doesn’t mean you and I can’t have fun, does it?”

“He’s almost twelve years younger than I am,” Annie said. “I ought to be ashamed of myself.”

Devyn laughed. “I know. You’re a bad girl, Annie, but I’m a bad boy. And haven’t you wanted to spank my butt? You think about it every time you look at me.”

Annie blushed furiously. “How do you know—”

“Because I’m a part of you,” he said. “You can spank me later, okay? Right now I want to put you on your back and do you.”

Annie bit her lower lip nervously. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. If she did it with her fantasy Devyn, what was it going to be like every time she looked at the real Devyn? Would she want him as much? Or would the fantasy suffice?

Devyn dropped the towel covering his loins, and Annie’s blue eyes dropped to his crotch. He was so well hung it should have been illegal. His dick was thick, and while it was not quite as long as the Beast’s, there had to be nine or ten inches of prime meat hanging there. And it was all for her. Annie licked her lips slowly. She reached out and stroked his length. “That is so nice,” she said softly as her fingers slid up and down him.

“Then what are we waiting for, Annie?” He backed her up to the round bed, pushing her down onto the red silk sheets. Kneeling down, he pushed the teddy up and spread her legs wide. His blond head leaned forward. She felt him opening her up. His tongue began to lick at her nether lips. “Umm, you taste so good, baby,” he told her. His teeth nibbled at the insides of her creamy thighs. The tip of his tongue touched her clit. “Do you like this?” he asked as he began to fret the nubbin of flesh. The tongue worked her until she was squirming with her rising excitement. He nipped her clit, making her come with a moan. “Yeah, you like it,” he told her as he stood up. His hands slipped beneath her buttocks, and, raising her on an angle, he pushed his hard cock into her wet, hot vagina. “But I’ll bet you like this better,” he said as his hands closed about her hips, and he began to fuck her with slow, rhythmic strokes of his penis.

“Yes!” she hissed at him. “Yes, I like this best, Devyn! Now prove to me that you were worth the wait. Fuck me hard, and fuck me deep. And don’t you dare come until I’ve come at least twice, or I will have to spank your cute little butt until it burns.”

“I’m going to make you scream,” he promised her.

“Promises, promises, little boy,” Annie taunted him.

His face grew dark with anger for a moment, but then his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the task at hand. He had to find that wicked little spot that every woman possessed within her vagina. Find it and he would send her over the moon. The little bitch needed to be shown who was going to be the boss of this relationship. He probed her carefully, watching her face for any change in her pleasure quotient. And then he saw it as her face lit up with both wonder and delight.

“Oh, yes, there!” Annie cried.

He began to work it and work it and work it until she began to moan with the pleasure within her that kept building and building and building. Then she began to scream as it became so incredibly unbearable, yet so sweet, she didn’t think she could survive another heavenly stroke of his thick cock. Her head began to spin. Stars exploded behind her closed eyes. She came with a sharp cry as her body arched with a shudder that left her half-conscious. He lowered her even as he pushed her farther back onto the bed, mounting her without withdrawing. “Open your eyes, Annie!” he said harshly. “Open your eyes and look at me as I fuck you until you come again, baby.”

Annie forced her eyes open, although it took a fierce effort. Above her she saw their bodies in the mirrored ceiling over the bed. His thighs were on either side of her hips. His buttocks were contracting and releasing as he began again to delve into her. He ripped the purple teddy off of her, burying his face between her two round breasts for a moment. Then he sucked first on one nipple, which sent her vagina into small spasms, before biting on the other. She could see her hands running up and down his back, caressing the firm buttocks as he fucked her.

“Give me your tongue,” he told her. Then he began to suck it in perfect time as his big, thick cock pleasured her.

Annie moaned into his mouth as he again touched that wicked little spot.

“Don’t stop,” she begged him. “Don’t stop!”

“I could do this to you forever,” he told her as he sent her spinning once more into time and space. “You shouldn’t have waited so long, baby. You shouldn’t have waited so long. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get enough of you.” He fucked her hard and deep again, and Annie screamed as they came together.

When she awoke in her own bed after the Channel had closed, she remembered he had fucked her several more times. Her vagina actually felt sore, and her thighs were sticky with cum. How could this be? And yet it was. She fell back asleep, and when she awoke with the beeping of her alarm she felt surprisingly refreshed. Showering quickly, she dressed in her Spa uniform, unlocked her bedroom door, checked on Wills, who was still sleeping, and hurried downstairs. The twins were already there, eating their granola and bananas. Amy was drinking some interesting-looking concoction.

“What is that?” she asked her eldest daughter.

“The twins made it for me,” Amy said. “Pineapple, banana, a capsule of omega-three, a raw egg, and a little skim milk. I like it. I have energy all morning.”

“I would worry, except the egg came from Baines Farm, and Grandma always made me an eggnog like that in the mornings, minus the omega-three, of course,” Annie said.

Within minutes the girls were off to school, and Annie went back upstairs to check on her son. “How are you feeling?” she asked him.

“Where’s Nanny?” he countered.

“She’ll be here at eight, and it isn’t eight yet, sweetie. Here.” She put the digital thermometer in his mouth. When it beeped she saw that he still had a temperature.

“How much?” Wills asked her.

“One hundred and one, less than yesterday,” Annie told him. “How’s your tummy today, sweetie?”

“Okay, but my throat hurts,” Wills told her.

“Open up and let me look,” Annie told him, peering into her son’s mouth. The back of his throat was bright scarlet. She sighed. “It’s red. I’ll tell Nanny to make you some Jell-O, Wills.”

“Can I go back to sleep?” he asked her.

“Sure you can,” Annie said. “I’ll see you this afternoon. Nanny will be with you all day, and I’ll tell her you still have a temperature and your throat is sore.” He was asleep before she left the room.

The mantel clock in the front hall was striking eight when the sharp rapping of the doorknocker sounded, and Annie hurried to answer it. “Good morning, Nanny,” she said, peering out and wondering where Nanny’s ride had gone so quickly.