Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (18 page)

“Yeah, well, so am I. Please let me go.” She held his gaze,
willing him to see the sincerity of her words. “Thank you for forgiving me, but
I can’t— I just…I can’t be around you.”

“I understand.” He loosened his hold and helped her to stand
up before rising next to her. “I don’t want you to stop being my nanny. The
boys love you, and you’re so good with them. And I don’t expect you to stop
working here either. I’m guessing you’re going to use the money from this job
for Paris?”

She stepped away from him and nodded. “Yes. I’ll be leaving
in two weeks.”

He took a deep breath. “I have a proposal for you.”

“What?”

“You stay on as my nanny and continue working at Wicked. I
won’t treat you as anything other than a valued employee.” Her heart sank, but
before she could say anything, he continued. “Or you can do all of the above,
and if you’re willing, I’d like to have you as my submissive for the next two
weeks. After the boys go to bed at night, you’ll stay with me. I’ll have the
guest room adjacent to mine set up so the boys will think you’re spending the
night like their grandma does. Please, Anya. I want you chained to my bed. I
want you to wake up to my face buried between your legs. I want to wake up to
you riding my cock. But most of all I want you in my arms when the day finally
ends and we both fall asleep. We don’t have much time, and I’m selfish when it
comes to you.”

“I don’t understand.” She moved away from him, searching for
her discarded mask. Oh God, his offer was tempting, but she was so messed up
right now she wasn’t sure what to think. “Why would you want that? Why would
you want me? I lied to you. I’m a terrible person.”

“Anya, you aren’t a terrible person. You are one of the most
amazing, kind, and loving women I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” He
sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Look, I know how short life is, how
every minute is precious. I don’t want to waste the time I do have with you.”

She found her mask and held it between her fingers, wiping
at the stains left by her tears. “I don’t know, Jesse.”

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, his
chin resting on top of her head. “Just think about it. Why don’t we head home?
You don’t have to give me your answer right away, but I want to let you know
the offer is out there. I hope you’ll take it.”

“Why me? I mean, you’re so amazing, you could have anyone
you want.”

“Anya, you don’t see very clearly either, do you?
You
are what I want.” He turned her
around and wiped away a tear. “Come on. I’ll follow you home.”

Anya pulled into the garage attached to the carriage house,
her gaze flicking to her rearview mirror, waiting for Jesse’s car to appear.
She turned off the engine and wished she knew what to do. The headlights from
his car flashed over the garage. To her surprise instead of driving past and on
to the main house, Jesse parked his car and got out, looking unbelievably handsome
in the moonlight.

When he didn’t move from the side of his car, she finally
got out of her own, hauling her bag after her. After shutting her door, she
looked up and found him watching her with an intensity that sent a wave of
desire through her. All week she’d been anticipating this night, dreaming about
it, but never would have thought it would end like this.

Biting her lower lip, she glanced at the door leading into
the carriage house, then back to Jesse. Now that her secret was out, she didn’t
see any reason not to ask him for what she wanted, what she needed. Still, if
he said no, it would hurt. Maybe she shouldn’t ask him. Maybe he wouldn’t want
to do anything with her in his home. True the boys were with their grandmother
right now, and Jesse had said he wanted her to move into the main house, but
what if he’d only said that in the heat of the moment?

Oh God, what if he was thinking about firing her?

Screwing up her courage, she looked between him and the
concrete floor of the garage when she said, “Would you like to come in for a
drink?”

He took a step forward, then crossed his arms. “I
shouldn’t.”

“Oh, okay.” Unable to face his rejection, she turned and
started toward the house, but the grit of footsteps had her pausing and turning
to look over her shoulder. Jesse strode into the garage, an intense and almost
desperate look on his face.

“Tell me to leave, Anya. If you don’t want to do this, I’ll
understand.” He stopped a pace away, his hands clenched and his body radiating
tension.

Remembering his words about life being too short, and
knowing her time with him was limited, she found the courage to whisper,
“Stay.”

He nodded and took her bag from her. She hoped he didn’t
notice how badly her hands were trembling when she unlocked the door and let
them in, then flicked the light switch so the small living area became bathed
in a warm golden glow. He followed her in, and she marveled at having him here,
in her house, but not as her boss.

As her Master.

He tossed her bag onto a chair and strode over to her before
grabbing her wrists and examining them in the light. “I should be whipped for
hurting you like this.”

Taken aback by the self-disgust in his tone, she gave him a
teasing smile. “Well, you could always make it up to me.”

He looked at her and gave her a slow smile that had her
panties melting. “What do you have in mind?”

She swallowed hard, electric desire sparking between them
and filling the small room like a storm. What she wanted to tell him was how
badly she needed his cock inside her while he held her in his arms and made her
scream with pleasure. Or how she wanted to drop to her knees and suck his dick,
to use her hands and lips on him until he filled her mouth with his salty seed.
She took a deep breath, trying to dispel some of her tension, but the scent of
his cologne only made her more aroused.

She tried to tell him what she wanted, but here, in her
living room, in such a normal setting, she didn’t have the courage. Blast it,
if she was still Dove, she could be as kinky as she wanted without shame, but
here in her home she was Anya. And Anya was too shy to say those dirty things
to Jesse in her brightly lit and entirely normal living room.

He gave her a bemused smile, and she realized she was taking
too long with her answer. Flushing, she mumbled, “I don’t know. Make me some
chocolate chip cookies?”

He grinned and moved until only the smallest of spaces
separated them, looming over her and making her aware of how much smaller she
was than him. God, she wanted him inside her in the worst way but was too
embarrassed to ask.

No, dammit. If she couldn’t be strong for herself, she could
be for Jesse. He’d demand nothing less, and she didn’t want to disappoint her
Master. “That’s not the only place that hurts.”

“I’m sorry, I—”

Gosh, she was horrible at trying to be seductive. She shook
her head and tugged at his hand, leading him away from the bright living room
to the dim shadows of her bedroom. Pausing, she looked over her shoulder at
Jesse. “Let me show you what else you make ache on my body.”

The flare of lust in his gaze almost brought her to her
knees. She led him into her small bedroom, the pale silver and blue tones
soothing her. The illumination from the open doorway gave her more than enough
light to see by. Once they crossed the threshold, he pulled her against him and
leaned down to claim her lips in a searing kiss that made her nipples draw into
stiff points. He took his time, rousing her with nips of his teeth, strokes of
his tongue, and his wonderful hands caressing her body until her blood boiled.

When he released her, they were both breathing hard and his
erection pressed against the supple leather of his pants. “Show me where you
hurt.”

He moved past her and sat on the edge of her brass bed. He kicked
off his boots and socks before reclining back on his elbows. She took a moment
to admire him, to freeze the image of him in her bed into her mind. The pale
blue comforter highlighted his body, and he gave her a grin filled with sensual
promise. While disrobing for him had been so easy at the club, here in the
sanctuary of her bedroom, it was almost impossible to get started. Here it felt
real, like she was crossing some type of invisible line or opening Pandora’s
box. Once she took that first step, there was no going back.

Drawing in a deep breath, she tugged her T-shirt over her
head and wished she’d worn something other than her plain white cotton panties
and bra. But she hadn’t been thinking when she left the club, her mind way too
preoccupied to consider leaving on the sexy panties she’d made for her costume.
His low rumble of approval at the sight of her breasts helped ease some of the
tension within her. Good Lord, he’d seen her as exposed as a woman could be.
Nothing she was revealing was anything new.

Unfortunately that knowledge didn’t slow her speeding heart,
and she wished as she pulled her pants down that she was skinnier, that her
thighs didn’t touch when she walked or her stomach pooch out when she sat.

She felt like with each layer of clothing she took off, she
was exposing more of her true self, her soul to him.

Clad only in her bra and panties, she looked up at him
through her lashes, drinking in the sight of all that masculine energy in human
form, waiting for her. He was so big, so powerful. The fact he could hurt her
badly if he wanted to but didn’t aroused her and gave her the courage to
approach him.

This was Jesse, her Jesse, her Master.

The clock next to her bed illuminated the side of his face
with a cool blue glow, allowing her to see from the tightening of his jaw and
flex of his arms that he wasn’t as unaffected by her as he appeared to be. A
tingling thrill ran through her and gave her the courage to allow the wanton
side of her personality to come through. When she was close to him like this,
immersed in him, everything else became secondary. She wanted to lose herself
in him, needed to have all the bullshit of the day swept away by his strong
will.

Glad she’d taken a quick shower at the club before she left,
she watched him look her over slowly, his gaze drifting across her skin like a
caress.

She reached out to touch him, but he grabbed her hand before
it reached his face. “Go get the curtain ties from your windows.”

Confused, she did as he asked, and returned with the long, silvery
rope topped with navy blue tassels. After handing them to him, she stood next
to the bed, unsure of what to do next. He seemed to sense her anxiety, because
he moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed with her cradled between his
legs. Their height difference almost put their mouths level, and he ran his
lips over her collarbone, pausing to lick the hollow of her throat.

“Put your arms behind your back, and lace your fingers
together.”

She did as he asked. He leaned closer, nuzzling the valley of
her breasts while he tied her arms together behind her back. Instead of
fastening the rope around her sore wrists, he tied her forearms together. This
position caused her chest to thrust out, and with a harsh jerk, he pulled both
cups down, making her exposed breasts wobble.

“Fuck. You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

Jesse leaned closer and began to lick a slow circle around
her areola, a maddeningly unhurried pace that had her squirming.

He slapped her other breast, startling a gasp out of her.
“Be still.”

A groan stuck in her throat at the warmth now radiating
through her stinging flesh. He returned to his oral assault of the other
breast, his clever mouth and teeth scouring her body. When he bit down on her
nipple, hard, her knees almost buckled, but he caught her about the waist,
forcing her to stay pressed against him.

The tassels of the rope tickled across her bottom as his
mouth went from one breast to the other, making her nipples ache and throb in
the most delicious manner. When he’d driven her to the point of insanity, he
gave each peak one more harsh nip, then pulled back, admiring his work.

“Nice. Almost red now instead of that pretty pink.” He blew
across her breast, making the abused tip crinkle.

She jerked at her bonds, wanting to touch him badly. “Master
Jesse, please. Let me apologize for lying to you.”

“You were a very naughty girl.” He looked up at her,
studying her face and making her feel terribly exposed and vulnerable yet still
aroused. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Anya, so next time you think about
lying, you’ll remember having to choke on my dick.”

She groaned and stepped back so that he could stand. He took
his shirt off and tossed it into the corner. He grabbed a pillow from the bed
and tossed it to the floor at his feet. Before he could reach for his pants,
she stepped forward, placing her lips on his chest, her mouth level with his
nipple. She kissed him, trying to put into her touch how glad she was to have
him here with her. That he hadn’t fired her and more importantly that he still
wanted to be with her despite her deception. If he wanted to empty himself in
her mouth and leave her wanting, that was okay. She would do whatever he asked
of her to try and make things right between them.

Working her lips down his body, pausing to lick at the edge
of his ribs, over the sections of his hard abdominals, and finally down to his
belly button, she stopped, unsure of how to get on her knees without losing her
balance. As if sensing her dilemma, he helped lower her until her mouth was
level with his crotch.

He opened his leathers and pulled them down enough to scoop
out his erection and the heavy weight of his testicles. She licked her lips and
went to take him into her mouth, but he grabbed a handful of her hair and held
her still.

“No, Anya. This isn’t about what you want to do. It’s about
what I want. Sit back on your heels and open your mouth as wide as you can.”