Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny (24 page)

He ran the rope through his hands, enjoying the way her gaze
followed his fingers. “Put your hands behind your head.”

Kneeling next to her, it was torture to not just fuck her
right then and there. He began to wind the rope around her back, around both of
her breasts, and then back around again. The contrast of white skin, black
rope, and pink nipples that would only get bigger as he played, and the scent
of her pussy were an artwork all their own. To him there was nothing more
beautiful than this.

He finished the twist, securing her breasts. Before cinching
for the final time, he ran his fingers around the rope pressing her tits
together, trying to judge how tight they’d get. Knowing how much Anya liked it
rough, he was afraid she’d try to take on too much her first time. It would be
better to give her a little room to adjust. Besides, the clamps he was about to
put on those pretty tits were harsh enough on their own.

He leaned forward and slowly licked over the tip of Anya’s
nipple, little teasing strokes that made her hips twitch. There was a certain
pleasure to warming her up slowly, and he wanted to savor it. Switching to the
other breast, he repeated the teasing motion and scratched his beard against
the tip.

She mewled but didn’t pull away.

He stood and returned to the medicine cabinet, pulling out
some golden chains with tweezer clamps on two of the ends, and a smaller one
designed for her clit. They’d only played with nipple clamps a little bit, but
he’d enjoyed her reaction. So much that he’d order this pair for her from a renowned
jewelry maker who also made BDSM implements. The gold was real, as were the
diamonds hanging from each clamp, small bursts of light that glittered like
stars.

She maintained her position, but when he brushed the tip of
her breast with the clamp, she gasped. “Oh, Master. Those are beautiful.”

“They’re only decoration for the real beauty.”

She smiled at him; then her eyes widened as he applied the
clamps. For a moment the arousal dimmed in her gaze, so he played with the trapped
nipple a little bit, coaxing her back into losing herself in the sensation.
When he finally took them off, she’d be so fucking aroused it wouldn’t even
matter.

After the second clamp was put onto her hard nub, he leaned
forward and gave her nipple a lick. She gasped, and her hands fell to his back.
“Oh God.”

With her breasts bound, her nipples clamped, her chest would
soon become very sensitive. He brushed his beard over first one nipple and then
the other, making her little hands claw at his back. While she was distracted,
he picked up the dangling third rope, attached to the other two by a gold ring
studded with pavé diamonds. He flicked his tongue against her nipple while
parting her labia with one hand and seeking her clit with the other. The pretty
bud was already hard, so it was easy to slip the clit clamp in place.

Her immediate scream, then harsh moan as he put two fingers
into her eager cunt, made him smile. He rose higher on his knees, still finger
fucking her while she neared her climax. Lucky for him she was the kind of
woman who could be coaxed into three or four orgasms before she was done.
Continuing to finger her, he fisted her hair and titled her head to his mouth.

She immediately opened for him, and their tongues stroked
against each other. He rubbed the heel of his palm over her mound. That was all
it took to make her come. She tried to fight it, bless her heart, but she stood
no chance. Besides, he wanted an excuse to punish her.

As her pussy sucked at his fingers with her strong contractions,
he stopped kissing her and shook his head. “Naughty girl. You’re going to have
to pay for coming without permission. On your back.”

With a dazed look, she did as he said, her bound breasts
flushed and growing tighter.

Perfect for fucking.

Grabbing the vial of grape-seed oil he’d brought over
earlier, he lubed his cock up until it was dripping liquid onto her stomach.
Straddling her waist, he grabbed her tits with both hands and looked down at
her. She whimpered at his touch, and her eyes were closed, allowing him to
inspect her at his leisure. He began to slowly push his cock between her bound
breasts, the feeling almost like sliding into a pussy.

One of the blessings of having a long dick was that he could
titty fuck a girl and get a blowjob at the same time. When the mushroom head of
his cock brushed her chin, Anya opened like a good submissive and sucked at the
head of his dick with an eager moan. He sat down a little firmer on her, the
ring connecting the chains to her clit and nipples beneath him. Tears began to
spill from her closed eyes even as pleasure suffused her face. Pulling back, he
made sure to drag the chain as well so her body got stimulation. He was glad
his dick was out of her mouth, because her scream was a beautiful thing to behold.

Setting a rougher pace, he rocked back and forth, her mouth
sucking on him despite her tears. When he leaned back to put a finger in her
cunt, he found her hot, wet, and ready. The sensation of her mouth was too good
at the moment, so he held off, tormenting himself and her with almost coming.
When he squeezed her breasts together, she cried out.

“Please…”

Fuck, it was too much. “Don’t come yet, Anya. Do it while
swallowing my seed.”

He fucked her chest with six more hard strokes and shoved
his dick as far into her mouth as he could. The sensation of heat, her strong
sucking, and the desperate cries she made around his dick had his own orgasm
crashing down, an amazing rush of energy that felt so damn good. Each spurt
sent a new wave of satisfaction through him even as Anya writhed through her
own orgasm beneath him.

He moved off her and lifted the edge of the mattress,
pulling out the safety sheers. A few snips later the blood flow returned to her
breasts in what had to be a painful rush. She grabbed her chest and gave him an
accusing look. “That hurts!”

“What did you say?”

“I mean, um, Master, I—”

He gave her a stern look and removed the tweezer clamps from
her nipples, earning a renewed round of yells. When he reached for her clit,
she covered herself. “Oh no. Please no.”

“Hands over your head, Anya.”

“Please, Master. It is going to hurt.”

“Yes, but it is also going to feel fantastic. Let go, Anya.
You don’t have a choice. I’m going to do whatever I want to you, and right now
I want to play with your sore little clit.”

She shivered but did as he asked with obvious reluctance.

“Spread your legs.” She did but not far enough. He slapped
her no doubt aching breast. “More.”

This time she gave him enough room to lie down between her
legs. The liquid arousal from her two orgasms was dripping out of her, leaking
down the crack of her ass to the silk sheets beneath. The puffy skin of her
labia was a nice hot pink color, but he wanted it red from being fucked.

Glancing up, he caught his reflection in the mirror and chided
himself for being greedy. She’d earned a turn watching herself in the mirrors
without anyone looking back but herself.

Rearing back on his haunches, his dick once again hardening,
he smacked her thigh. “Stand up.”

Giving him a confused look, she did as he asked. When he lay
back, he motioned to her. “Come sit on my face.”

Her knees trembled, and she stood over him, her wet pussy
hovering right above his mouth. Then she knelt above him, a tentative movement
that put her almost out of reach. “Now watch yourself in the mirrors. Don’t
look away. Don’t close your eyes. See how fucking hot you are.”

He reached up and unhooked the clit clamp. Her outraged
scream turned to a wail as he pulled her down to his mouth and began to ever so
softly lick her very swollen clit. The blood rushed back into the nub, and it
quivered against his tongue before quickly hardening. Her arousal came almost
faster than he could lick it up. She began to rock against his tongue, and he
let her pleasure herself with his mouth, her shudders making his dick fill
until it throbbed.

Swirling his tongue around the hard bundle of nerves, he
paused to pull her butt cheeks apart. She certainly loved having her ass played
with, and he was only too happy to oblige. When her little moans turned to
cries, he stopped, blowing on her pussy. “Good girl. Now get on your hands and
knees.”

She scrambled off him and went on all fours, pushing her ass
up into the air. The gold chain rolled on her waist, and the look she gave him,
one filled with lust, made him lunge after her. He grasped the chain around her
waist and jerked her backward. After grabbing the oil with his free hand, he
dripped it down the slit of her buttocks.

“Hmm, pussy or ass, pussy or ass… Which one do I want to be
in tonight?”

She arched in a pleasing curve. “Whatever Master wishes.”

“Damn right.”

He positioned himself at her pussy and thrust in with one
long stroke, using the chain to keep her from jerking involuntarily away from
him. She bucked against him, and he rode it out, not moving an inch out of her
tight sheath, which gripped him despite the pain. He waited, giving her time to
settle down, to absorb the feelings.

“Reach between your legs and play with your clit and my
balls.”

She went down so that her shoulders were resting on the
mattress, her face to the side, before reaching between them. At the first
flutter of her fingers against his balls, he groaned, trying to get in even
deeper. To be inside her like no other man ever had.

Slowly her body loosened around him, and he pulled back in a
long stroke while she continued to tease herself. Her erotic moans increased in
volume, and she became restless beneath him, pushing herself back against his
dick, taking everything he had. Barely moving, he stroked across her ass. “This
is so pretty, so soft and perfect for fucking.”

She whispered an encouragement as he began to work the oil
he’d poured earlier into her bottom. Eager young thing that she was, she soon
pushed back on his dick rough enough that he had to hold on to her. Who knew
the little slip of a girl could give him such a rough ride.

Smacking her ass hard, he pulled out and leaned down. He
grabbed one ass cheek and bit it, using enough force to leave an impression of
his teeth. He wanted to watch that mark while he fucked her in the ass. That
imprint was his alone.

After mounding some pillows together against the back of the
sturdy medicine cabinet, he grabbed a tube of lube he’d set next to the bed
earlier. Then he lay down and placed his arms behind his head. “I want you to
ride me, reverse cowgirl. But I want to fuck your ass. You’re going to be the
one putting it in, impaling yourself on me. And I want you to watch yourself,
because I’m sure as fuck going to be watching my cock disappear into that hot,
tight young butt.”

As she positioned herself over him, he grabbed the lube and
covered his cock in a generous amount, wanting to give her only a little bit of
pain. Her hair fell down over her breasts as she gripped the head of his dick
in her small fist. Holding it to her butt, she looked at him in the mirror and
began to slowly sink down. Bit by bit his body disappeared into hers. The
strain showed on her face. How could anyone not be turned on by the mix of
pleasure and pain, the hard-as-a-rock red nipples and gushing cunt? Anya loved
it, and he loved giving it to her.

She reached the halfway point and paused, panting.

“Turn around.”

Moving slowly, she did as he asked, managing not to lose him
out of the tight clutch of her ass. The twisting motion made his testicles draw
up, and he willed himself not to come. As soon as she was facing him, he began
to play with her nipples, coaxing small gasps from her pretty pink lips. Moving
his hips, he rose up as she came down, both of them working to get him all the
way in.

When she sat down all the way on his cock, they both gave a
pained groan. He massaged her breasts, bringing the soreness back, playing with
her still-swollen nipples. She placed her hands on his chest and moved her feet
for better leverage, lowering and raising herself on his dick. Each stroke made
his toes curl, but he focused on her pleasure, on holding out and enjoying her
efforts to please him.

Abandoning one of her breasts, he moved his hand to her
sopping-wet pussy. Her clit was a hard pearl among the soft flesh, easy to find
and manipulate. Almost at once she froze on top of him, then began to fuck him
harder.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me.”

She flexed her hips against his thumb, rubbing herself in a
tight circular motion while slowly rising up. Now it was his turn to shout at
the mind-blowing sensation. Unable to take it, he rolled them over so she was
on her back. Forcing her legs up and wide, he fucked her with hard, deep
strokes.

Tears began to fall from her eyes, and he leaned over,
kissing them away while his body continued to punish her. She stiffened beneath
him, then came with a long, loud cry. Her ass practically sucked the cum out of
him, her strong contractions jerking him like a fist. He yelled out and gripped
her hips, holding her still, making her take his cum.

The world grew fuzzy around the edges as the powerful orgasm
left him feeling scoured from the inside out. Pulling as gently as he could out
of Anya, he stood on unsteady legs and went back into his room so he could get
to the sink. After cleaning himself, he soaked one towel in hot water and
brought the cleansing herbal wipes. He also brought a little something extra he
hoped Anya would like.

She was on her belly when he came back in, her legs akimbo
and her breathing even and deep. Her subspace was something almost akin to
sleep, where she just drifted. At least that’s what she’d told him, that after
a round of sex with him, she felt like she was floating in warm water,
weightless and content.