Nanny Wanted

by Iona Rose

  “You look deep in thought,” he commented.

  I smiled at him. “I was thinking that this is exactly where I want to be at this very moment. There is no other thing I would rather be doing than being naked with you in this gorgeous glass tub.”

  He stared at me solemnly. In a serious way.

  The expression he wore made my heart beat nearly out of my chest.

  “Me too, sweet Ella,” he said softly. “Me too.”

  Afterwards, we dried each other and then slipped into his bed. We then made slow, sweet love. It turned out to be such a magical night. We seemed to be in perfect sync all evening and now… this amazing, amazing sex. The kind of sex that had been almost like making love… if I was honest about it.

  I put the thought away as I drifted off to sleep. Love didn’t come into this arrangement.

  Best of all, when I woke up in the early hours of dawn, Luke was sleeping right there next to me. I propped my head on my hand and watched him sleeping. His lips were curled into a smile and the creases on his forehead ironed out. It became so tempting to kiss him but I didn’t want to wake him up.

  “Had enough of staring? Can I open my eyes now?”

  I jumped nearly out of my skin. I grabbed a pillow and beat him with it. “You should have said something!”

  He grinned and pinned me down with his body. “Why spoil your fun? And now it’s time for me to have my fun.”

  I widened my eyes and pretended to be frightened. “What do you have in mind, sir, and will it hurt?”

  “Only in the most delightful way.”

  “In that case, I’m all yours,” I said.

  He lowered his mouth to mine. His lips were warm and demanding. He covered my body with his and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned into my mouth as our bodies ignited on contact. I ran my heels over his back and tight muscular ass.

  Bracing his hands on either side of me, he moved his mouth down the column of my neck and then nibbled my ear.

  I purred from the sensations trailing along with the movement of his lips.

  His cock grew and he shifted his body so it sat between my legs, teasing my pussy. Luke’s tongue found my taut nipples and first flicked them, then took them one at a time into his mouth.

  I groaned as my body ached with need. I gripped his shoulders. “The fire in my pussy needs to be put out with your big hose.”

  Luke looked up and grinned. “You have an unusual way with words, Ella.”

  “Does it bother you?” I waited with suspended breath to hear his answer.

  “Everything you say and do makes me hot as hell. I wouldn’t have you any other way,” he said and moved up by body.

  Instead of taking me as I thought he would, he flipped me around to lie on my stomach. He nudged my thighs apart and raised my ass a little higher. Moments later, he plunged his cock into me. “Tell me how much you like my cock,” Luke purred into my ear as he pushed his cock deep inside my body.

  “I love your cock. I wish… I could have your cock inside me… all day long,” I said, barely able to get the words out. Every single time he pushed into me felt like the first time. As though his cock was stretching me to the limit, but I knew how to stretch him to the limit. “Sometimes, I think I should make a mold of your cock and have it strapped into me as I go about my day. I’d be buying groceries and your cock will be inside me. I’ll be getting into the car and your cock will be inside me. I’ll be talking to complete strangers and your monster cock will still be inside me, fucking me.”

  “Christ, you really know how to twist a man,” Luke growled. His breathing matched mine. Raspy. He fucked me harder and harder.

  I raised my hips meeting every plunge with my own thrusts.

  “I won’t last long, sweet Ella,” Luke warned. “I can’t.”

  “Me neither.” My orgasm had already coiled itself into knots in my belly and was working its way downwards.

  Before too long, my body felt as if it had liquefied. Shudders rushed through me. Over and over again, the sensations carried me like waves. I lost myself in them. My sense of time and place left me. I was only aware of my body and Luke’s relentlessly thrusting into me.

  My pussy was flooded with hot cum.

  “That was amazing,” I gasped, as he withdrew his cock from my body.

  He rolled off me to lay by my side with his hand resting on my ass. He caressed it slowly as our breaths returned to normal. “What are your plans for today?” he said.

  I rolled onto my side and faced him. “Molly enjoyed the park. We might go back there this afternoon.”

  A frown came over his gorgeous face. “I would join you, but I have a lot to do today. There’s a project that has stalled because of some delayed permissions.”

  I didn’t mind that he wasn’t coming to the park with us. It was enough that he wanted to. The seed had already been sowed. Maybe the next time he would, but I’d learn that with Luke, it just progressed better if you took it slowly.

  “What project is it?” I asked.

  He proceeded to explain to me the current projects they were working on.

  “Sounds fascinating,” I said to him. “Seeing an idea grow from the mind to paper and then to real life.”

  “It is,” Luke said, his hand reaching out to play with my nipples.

  “Did you always know you wanted to be an architect?”

  “Not really. I went with my father once to a construction site. His friend was the architect. I was fascinated as I listened to their conversation and realized that he was the one who had conceptualized the whole thing. After that, I was hooked. I couldn’t get enough of construction sites.” His voice tinged with passion.

  Admiration flowed through me. I couldn’t imagine how it felt like to earn a living doing what you loved.

  “What about you? Did you always want to be in real estate?” Luke asked. He stopped playing with my nipples and looked at my face.

  Usually, I answered such questions flippantly but now I found myself telling him the truth, “No, I did it to earn a living and it sort of grew on me.”

  “What did you really want to do?” he pressed.

  “I wanted to be a fashion designer,” I admitted.

  He nodded. “I’ve noticed that you’re really good at drawing. I saw the pictures you drew for Molly. Why didn’t you pursue it?”

  “Fashion Design degrees require money,” I answered simply.

  He nodded but didn’t pursue the topic further. His hand went to my nipple and he played with it again.

  My body tingled in response. I played my own game. I would stay as still as possible.

  “What are you thinking?” Luke said. “You’ve made a funny face.”

  “I’m trying not to react to your touch,” I explained with a laugh.

  “I like a challenge.” Luke grinned and took a nipple in his mouth as his hand dipped to my pussy and he ran his fingers over my folds.

  Before long, I was twitching.

  “You need to try harder,” Luke whispered.

  “I’m trying,” I moaned.

  Luke chuckled.

  “Okay, I give up. Touch my pussy,” I ordered, throwing my legs open wider. I needed his hands on me, challenge be damned.

  His fingers parted my folds and he worked one finger into my pussy.

  I writhed. “Oh yes. Like that.”

  A soft insistent noise penetrated into my brain. Luke heard it too and withdrew his fingers. It came again—a soft knock on the door. I froze. It could only be Molly. I stared at Luke questioningly.

  He smiled at me in reassurance, got up and padded to the door. He opened it. “Hey sweetheart, are you awake already?”

  She mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out.

  “Give me a moment to get dressed and I’ll be along shortly,” he said.

  I could hear the smile in his voice. I knew then, things were going to be all right for him and her.

  Ella

  We strolled through th
e park hand in hand. Molly hopped as we walked and looking at her, you’d think that she was like any other kid. She still didn’t speak or laugh much. Still, we had made progress. She wasn’t as solemn as she used to be.

  And she smiled more often.

  It’s odd how the human brain reacts to trauma. The doctors had told Luke that there was nothing physically wrong with Molly. She had withdrawn into her own world to escape the trauma of losing her mother whom she was very close to.

  No one knew what went on in her lovely, little head. I couldn’t imagine the frustration and sadness her dad had gone through while trying to help her.

  Molly slowed down. Her attention focused on an older girl playing on the grass with a puppy. A ghost of a smile covered her face.

  I guided her to a bench near where the girl was. Her mother sat on the opposite bench and smiled at us.

  Molly sat at the very edge, completely entranced by the dog.

  “You can go and touch the puppy,” the woman said to Molly.

  I shot her a grateful smile. “Go on, Molly.”

  The girl who looked to be about ten years old looked up and smiled at Molly. “She won’t hurt you.”

  Slowly, Molly got up and joined the girl on the grass. The white puppy jumped on her lap. Molly let out a loud laugh and I found myself laughing along. I wished Luke had been here with us to see it.

  An idea came to me.

  I fished out my cell phone, went to camera, and proceeded to record Molly as she played with the puppy. After a minute of recording, I hit share and sent it to Luke.

  Seconds later, my phone beeped.

  Unbelievable.

  I sent him a smiling emoji in return. Seconds later, another message came in.

  I have an idea. Let’s get Molly a puppy.

  A smile split my face into two. Molly would love that. Yes please, I texted back.

  I sat back and continued watching Molly, her new friend and the puppy.

  It seemed like the puppy sensed that Molly needed a lot of love. She kept licking her face and hands. Molly loved it.

  My phone beeped and I grinned. It felt nice to be texting with Luke. I felt like he was here with us. I frowned when I read the message.

  You’re still beautiful.

  The number was unfamiliar. Wrong number, I decided. As I made to slip my phone back into my pocket, it beeped again.

  We belong together. We always did. I hope you know that now.

  The hairs at the back of my neck stood up. My gaze bounced around the park. No one was watching me. I read the message again. As I was reading the messages, a new one came in.

  You were a wildcat in bed. I miss that.

  My heart pounded hard against my chest. Fear came over me. It sounded like Stan. Except he was locked up in prison. With trembling fingers, I texted Ruby to ask her about Stan.

  Her reply came shortly afterwards. Let me ask Elijah.

  I sat stiffly on the bench, my mind arguing on whether or not it could be Stan. It was the word “wildcat”. Any man could say that to any woman. The only problem was Stan used to say it to me and he used to say it in that context. In exactly the way the text was formed.

  I desperately hoped and prayed it was a case of mistaken identity. A horn blared and I jumped in fright. I felt eyes on me.

  The mother of the girl was staring at me like I’d lost my marbles.

  I tried to smile reassuringly.

  It seemed to have the opposite effect. She got up abruptly. “Cathy, it’s time to go,” she said to her daughter.

  Molly got up too and watched the puppy until it disappeared from view.

  Guilt gnawed at me. My jumpiness had chased them away and it was probably nothing. “Let’s go to the swings,” I said and took her hand.

  We stayed in the park for the next hour but I couldn’t still the restlessness in me. I kept glancing at the phone waiting for a message from Ruby while frightened to find another message from whoever was texting me.

  With distance and time, my fear of Stan had dissipated. I wasn’t the same person he had pushed around. But he wasn’t a man you wanted near you. He was a violent man and he got a mad glint in his eyes when he got violent. I’d had a lucky escape.

  I felt glad when it was time to go home. During the short walk back home, I kept glancing behind us. I only relaxed when we got home and the door was locked behind us.

  Molly and I had lunch and then I took her to her room for a nap.

  The chef left shortly after for a shopping spree and he had taken Molly with him. I was alone in the house when I heard the sound of a car. I raced to the front window and almost cried with relief when I saw Luke.

  I was being paranoid… I scolded myself.

  With Luke in the vicinity, the ice-cold fear that had surrounded my heart melted. I let out a chuckle. What silliness. It couldn’t be Stan. Of course, he couldn’t have texted me. He was away and locked up. I knew he wasn’t due out of prison for another two years.

  Besides, what would he want with me?

  Revenge, a voice inside me said and I shuddered. He never forgave me for leaving him and he always said, acid was too good for bitches who didn’t know their place. Then I got a restraining order and that pissed him off so bad.

  I shook my head free of those thoughts.

  I kept thinking the worst and it was only serving to increase my anxiety. “I’m not a victim, I’m a strong, powerful woman who can take care of herself,” I muttered to myself. Besides, he couldn’t come anywhere near me. They were the conditions of his restraining order. I repeated these words like a mantra to myself, again and again, until the knots of anxiety in my stomach untangled.

  By the time Luke bounded into the house, I was actually almost back to myself. I greeted him with a lingering kiss on the mouth. It was a new experience for me eagerly waiting for a man in the evening.

  I’ll never forget the dread that had always filled my stomach whenever Stan’s hours for returning home neared. When he stepped into the house, I’d search his face for signs of which mood he was in. If his top lip was slightly curled, that could mean by the end of the evening, I’d be sporting an ugly purple bruise somewhere.

  Dammit, I was thinking about Stan again. He would ruin my evening and the rest of my life if I let him. I needed to erase all those terrible memories and concentrate on the present—my very eye-pleasing present.

  “Hey, sweet Ella,” Luke murmured and pulled me back into his arms.

  My hands skimmed over his strong arms and glided over his smooth broad chest.

  “Is Molly napping?” he asked.

  “No, she wanted to go shopping with Paul. They just left,” I said and then added in a suggestive tone, “I’m afraid, we’re all alone in the house.”

  His hands dropped to my butt and squeezed.

  Tingles of pleasure rose from my pussy. He angled his face and brought his mouth to mine. We kissed each other hungrily. His cock pushed against my pelvis. I slipped a hand between us, and cupped his cock over his pants. I stroked his hard, thick length through his pants.

  Luke groaned. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do. Let’s go to my office.” He grabbed my hand and led the way to the library.

  Pulling me in, he shut and locked the door behind us and pushed me against the wall. He massaged my breasts through my top, running his thumbs over my protruding nipples.

  I groaned and pushed my chest out. I needed his touch desperately. Our mouths found each other again, and we locked lips.

  Every inch of my skin awakened and tingled with longing. I wanted him badly. My fingers threaded through his hair and we kissed as though our lives depended on it. The only noise in the room was the sound of our moans and groans.

  Luke’s hands dropped to my waist and then my hips before he raised my dress and cupped my pussy.

  “Please,” I begged, unaware of what I was begging for.

  “All in good time, sweet Ella,” Luke said. “I love your very sexy panties but right
now, I need them gone.” He hooked his fingers on the waistband and pulled them down.

  I stepped away from them and like two magnets drawn to each other, we closed the gap between us again. I tugged at the zipper of his trousers, a sense of urgency pushing me. I sighed when my hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Fuck me, Luke!”

  He gripped my right thigh and raised it. I wrapped it around his waist. Without warning, he took his cock from my hand and pushed it against my folds. I whimpered when his hard-throbbing cock slipped into my pussy.

  “Raise your leg,” Luke commanded.

  I did as he asked and his body braced me against the wall, holding me up as his cock pushed into my pussy.

  “You’re too damn sexy for your own good,” Luke said.

  I clung to him as he fucked me, going deeper each time. “Yes!” I moaned over and over again.

  We fucked fast and hard while our orgasms were just as intense. When it was over and we’d quenched that desperate need for each other, Luke gently lowered me back to the ground.

  Our gazes met and we laughed.

  “I’ve never done that before,” he said.

  Warmth spread from my chest to the rest of my body. I felt glad we had experienced something that had been a first for him. I glanced down at his cock and giggled. It jutted out from his body as if it hadn’t just emptied hot cum into my pussy.

  “Now go to the desk and bend over it.”

  The tone of his voice made my thighs tremble and an ache rose from my core. Instead of lowering my dress, I pulled it over my head. Then, dressed only in my lacy bra, I sashayed suggestively to the desk. I placed my hands on the edge and bent over it.

  I looked over my shoulder just as Luke let out a whistle.

  He took two steps and his hands palmed my ass. “Fuck Ella, you can turn a man into an animal,” he said.

  “I never get enough of your cock,” I said to Luke as his hand caressed my dripping pussy.

  He rubbed my clit with his thumb. “I need to taste this.” He dropped to his knees and parted my thighs.

  I screamed when his tongue swiped over my slit. “More.”

  He did it again and again, until I was a whimpering mess. He pushed his face into my ass and took my whole labia into his mouth. I collapsed on the desk as he ate my pussy with a shocking greed.