Free Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny by Ann Mayburn Page B

way. The lovely sounds your little
sub is making is attracting all types of attention. As she isn’t wearing
anyone’s collar—yet—you’d do well to not advertise what a delectable woman she
is. Hell, man, I want her, and I don’t even like blondes.”
    Breathing heavily, Jesse backed away but not before nipping
her neck hard enough to make her body contract. “You’re right, and keep your
fucking hands off of her.”
    Master Hawk laughed and walked away.
    She reached up for Jesse, wanting to continue their kiss,
the rest of the world be damned. He captured her hands in his. “You’re coming
with me.”
    It wouldn’t have mattered what she said, because the next
thing she knew Jesse had her in his arms and was walking toward the stairs,
laughter and ribald remarks about what he should do to her coming from the
people they passed. Ignoring them, she nuzzled her lips against his chest until
she found the hard bud of his nipple. She bit and sucked at it through the shirt,
making Jesse’s grip tighten on her to the point of pain.
    In a matter of seconds Jesse set her down and opened a door
with his membership card before pulling her in after him. She had a brief
impression of dark stone walls before she was slammed against the cool surface.
Jesse pressed himself closer to her, surrounding her, trapping her, making her
submit to his kiss.
    It was so unbelievably hot.
    She gave a little struggle as if trying to get away, and he
increased his hold on her until she was helpless to do anything except kiss him
back. His cock pushed into her belly, and she rubbed against him, small circles
with her hips that had him pushing back. Their kiss gentled, then became more
sensual, deeper. He freed her hands and reached between them to cup her
breasts, thumbing her nipples.
    Everything burned, from her beard-scuffed chin to her
throbbing sex, and she whispered against his lips, “Please, please take me.
Please fuck me. Please lick me until I scream. I’ll do anything you want, just
please make me come.”
    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