Submissive Nanny

by Viktor Redreich

So wrong yet so right

  "I really don’t even know what you’re still doing here," Diana muttered, as Bianca brushed past her and headed down the stairs to get something to eat. Bianca pressed her lips together and did her best to keep from lashing out at the older woman. Even though she totally fucking deserved it.

  It had been one full week since the Thing had happened, and Bianca was still, for some reason, in that bloody house, surrounded by those bloody people who seemed to want to go out of their way to let her know that they loathed her. Angela had moved back into the room with Zev, and Bianca had been entrusted with the kids again. Which she found a little funny, actually – for all the big talk about thinking she was a slut and a homewrecker, they didn’t much seem to mind leaving her alone with the kids. She supposed it had likely been a hell of a long time since any of them had stuck it out with actual children around them, and they were virulently opposed to the very thought of it.

  But Bianca was going crazy, being kept apart from the only people she actually wanted to be with. She couldn’t stop thinking about them – she knew that being seen with them would only have caused trouble for all of them, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t find them playing on her mind – their touches, their caresses, the way they made her feel. And it was even more frustrating knowing that Angela wasn’t mad, that she wanted to come out and be honest about what was going on between them, but that she couldn’t as long as her family were hanging over her shoulder, offering commentary on every little thing that happened.

  It would have been alright, she supposed, if she’d had the promise of all that being over at some point or another in the near future. But what Angela had said to her was that this was how it was going to be for as long as the three of them were together. That, as long as the world looked upon it as cheating, there was nothing they could really do to convince the world otherwise. They would always be outsiders – and, even within the threesome, Bianca was the outsider there, too. She wasn’t married to Zev. She was the incomer. The homewrecker. The one everyone else could pour all their disdain on to.

  That had pissed her off, too – the fact that so many in Angela’s family had been totally fine and dandy with passing the blame off to Bianca, as though Zev hadn’t been equally as involved with everything that had happened. Yes, okay, she had hooked up with him, but he had been the one to initiate it. And the assumption from the rest of the family leapt immediately to this notion of Zev being seduced helplessly by a deviant siren bent on destroying the family. Easier for them to just assume that Zev was the innocent and that Bianca was the bitch trying to undercut the whole family than accept that perhaps, in their worldview, at least, Zev was just as responsible for all of this as she had been.

  Everything was pissing her off and Bianca was having a hard time keeping it together. She just wanted a chance to speak with them, even just to hear them say to her that they didn’t think any less of her and that things would go back to normal as soon as they got the chance to go home. The family were keeping them around, for now, to try and keep an eye on Zev, something so gross and so twisted that Bianca couldn’t really let herself think about it for too long without getting icked-out.

  She was stuck with the kids most of the time and was doing her best to protect them from everything that was going on. If there was anyone out there who really didn’t need to know about the details of what had been happening, it was them. They were innocents in all of this, and they didn’t understand how the world would have judged their family if they knew how it worked. Sometimes, Bianca would watch them playing and would wish that everyone could have their carefree attitude to life and relationships. Everything would have been a hell of a lot easier if that was the case...

  The kids had started to notice, though, that their parents weren’t around as much as they used to be. Normally, the three of them would work together to give the kids everything they needed, acting as a trio of parents to be sure that none of the children ever went without attention even for a moment. But now, it was all on Bianca, as Angela’s family sequestered the couple away in their room in an attempt to get them to “figure things out”. Bianca wondered what they were actually talking about in there. Her? She hoped so.

  And soon, she got to the point where she had to find out if she was still on their minds. It was the longest she had spent away from both of them since they had first all gotten together, and the distance was driving her crazy. She knew that sex had landed her in this mess, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t craving them, craving more, craving the feeling of being treasured by the both of them at once.

  So, late one night, when she was sure that everyone else had gone to bed and that they weren’t going to be disturbed, she slipped down the hallway and headed towards their room. She hesitated outside the door for a moment, not sure if she should have gone inside. If they caught her in here again, they might just kick her out this time around, no holding back, no waiting. But then, she imagined Angela and Zev beyond the door, lying in bed together, missing her, wanting her, needing her. And, with that, she gathered the courage required to lift her knuckles and announce her arrival with a tap on the door.

  The door opened, and Bianca found herself faced with Zev for the first time in far too long. She parted her lips to say something to him – she didn’t know what, and she knew it wasn’t important, either. She just wanted to share something with him, something that could exist beyond just being trapped in her memory...

  But before she could get the words out, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him for a kiss. As soon as their lips met, it was like fireworks – sparks exploding inside her head, making it so that she almost forgot how much danger they were in playing this game right there in the corridor. If any of Angela’s family had come up to see how things were going, they would blow a fuse. And yet, as Zev parted her lips with his tongue, she didn’t give a damn.

  He pulled her over the threshold and into the room and closed the door behind her – this time, making sure to lock it tight so nobody was going to come in and blow up their spot this time around. He bowed his mouth to her neck, and she leaned her head on his shoulder – and saw Angela standing there, having just emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a large, soft towel and watching the two of them with interest. Bianca reached out a hand to her, telling her that she wanted her here, that she wanted her close, and Angela didn’t need any further invitation.

  She joined them in their embrace, and Bianca closed her eyes and let herself remember just how good it was to be close to them like this again. It was the way their smells mingled – his masculine scent matched against her feminine one, stirring in the air to create this warm cloud that filled every one of her senses. As Zev’s hands trailed down the back of her jeans, she felt Angela’s fingers brushing over her hair, her touch light and teasing, promising all that she could take from them both. And goodness only knew how much Bianca needed that right now.

  "I missed you so much," Bianca gasped, though she wasn’t sure precisely who she was aiming that towards. It didn’t matter – they both responded. Angela kissed her over Zev’s shoulder, a light, sweet kiss that made her toes curl in her shoes. How could she always do this to her? How was it that, after all the time they had spent together, she still wasn’t tired of being with them? That she still seemed to be able to find new nuances to explore, new angles to find, new expressions of her affection to discover and unpick and unpack. They had opened her up to a world she had never known that she was ready to be a part of, and now, they had unleashed a great beast inside of her who wanted nothing more than to give pleasure and receive it.

  And they seemed to be all too happy to give that to her any way she wanted. Zev guided her back towards the bed and pushed her down on top of the covers. She remembered, briefly, before all this had started, when they had invited her to stay here with them – when she had woken up next to them, and felt like she belonged there. She wanted that again. And she would find so
me way to have it again, no matter what it took.

  Angela began undressing her from the waist down, her fingers deft and quick and moving like she had been waiting for this for weeks. They had missed her just the same way that she had missed them, and it was an addictive notion, being wanted as intently as this. Bianca tipped her head back on the bed as Zev sank down beside her and covered her mouth with his own, his tongue curiously exploring every inch of her, like he could never imagine getting close to getting enough. Angela brushed her lips over her belly, flicking her tongue at the sensitive skin just beneath her navel, and Bianca let out a helpless cry of pleasure against Zev’s lips. She knew that they could be caught in the act – but they already had, hadn’t they? The worst had already happened. And now that it had, she didn’t see why she shouldn’t indulge all the little thrills that she had been keeping from herself all this time.

  Angela kissed her through her panties and then stripped her underwear off and tossed them aside. Bianca was already oozing wetness, and Angela was keen to taste it. She lowered her mouth between the younger woman’s legs and brushed her tongue, just lightly, over her nub. It was a gesture that seemed designed to make Bianca moan out loud once more, but this time Zev coaxed her face around to his so that they could kiss properly and she couldn’t make a sound. They had barely said a word to one another, but this had always been the way they communicated best, anyway. With their bodies, with pleasure, with touch. Maybe it wasn’t conventional, but if it worked, then why should anyone get mad about it...?

  Angela let her tongue go a little lower, probing the entrance of Bianca’s pussy, and Zev reached down to hold his wife’s head in place as she went down on their lover. Bianca lifted her head so that she could watch her in action, and the sight of Angela between her thighs, feasting on her like she had been starved for her all week, was all she needed to set off another helpless chain reaction of pure pleasure. She knew that, like her, Angela had never really been with a woman before all of this had started, and that she had been unconfident about her abilities with Bianca for a long time. But the fact that she was so much as willing to try, to give Bianca what she needed when she could...that was all that Bianca had ever wanted from her.

  Zev pushed his hand beneath her shirt and began to play with her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples until they had both swollen under his touch. The mess of sensation, the feeling of Angela’s tongue matched with Zev’s hands, were almost too much for Bianca to take. She stared at the ceiling and tried to bring herself back into the real world. But she didn’t want to be in the real world, because the real world was out here telling her that this was wrong, that her relationship with the two of them was something deviant and dangerous. But how could something that was so wrong make her feel so damn good? It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t.

  She reached down to touch Zev’s burgeoning erection, and he groaned against her mouth. Below, Angela slipped her fingers into Bianca’s slick pussy, and suddenly, the younger woman had the craving for as much of them as she could take.

  "Here," she moaned to Zev, and she pulled him up on top of her, shifting his body so that she could reach his pants and then unzipping them. Taking his shaft into her hand, she guided his cock towards her mouth, and slowly coaxed his erection past her lips so she could start sucking him off properly.

  He growled with pleasure, thrusting a little so she could get used to the feel of his cock driving deep into her throat, and Angela traced her tongue back and forth in long, swooping motions over her clit. The mess of sensation was intense, and Bianca could already feel herself getting close. It had been so long since she had done this with them that she felt like she was going crazy for that release, craving it, needing it more than anything else she had ever needed before in her life. She bucked her hips up against Angela and began to rock her cunt back and forth, as she traced her tongue hungrily over the underside of Zev’s impressive cock.

  She applied a little suction pressure to his cock and let him slide deep into her mouth, taking him as far as she was able to. She loved the feel of being pinned between them like this, of knowing that she belonged to them, utterly and completely. Her body was theirs to use, her mouth, her pussy, her skin belonged to them and them alone, and she never wanted it any other way. She didn’t care what anyone else thought, didn’t care if everyone in the world thought they were wrong for giving in to these desires, what felt so right could never be taken from her...

  When she came, she arched her back from the bed and thrust her pussy hungrily against Angela’s face, feeling her tongue tracing every part of her – over her lips, across her clitoris, down and teasing her labia as she pulled her fingers out for a moment. Bianca knew that she was far from done for the rest of the night and that she would get fucked there the way she always liked, but for now, this was just fine – oral sex had always been one of her favorite things anyway, given how indulgent and selfish it made her feel, and Angela did it better than almost anyone else.

  Zev was watching his wife go down on the younger woman, and it didn’t take long before he found his own release, shooting his seed down Bianca’s eager throat. She lapped at his head, looking up at him, eyes wide and obedient the way she knew he liked her to be. This was how he had trained her. This was how he had made her – a slut, willing to perform anything he wanted on his command. If she hadn’t gotten so damn hot in the process, then it would almost have been selfish on his part.

  Angela slowly pulled back from her pussy, and Bianca pulled her on top of her so she could kiss her lover once more. She could taste her own pussy on Angela’s tongue, sweet and musky, and she pulled back just to look at her for a moment. Things might have been a mess right now, but as long as they had this – as long as they had each other – they would make it work. She knew that for sure. For now, at least, everything else could wait. Bianca just wanted to enjoy having these two to herself again, no matter how quickly they were going to be taken away from her once more.

  Chapter 23

  You don't belong here

  "Bianca, I need to talk to you."

  As soon as Bianca heard the voice calling for her, she knew that it was going to be bad fucking news. Nothing about this family, apart from Angela, had been good news in all the time that she had been there, so why should it start now?

  She turned around slowly and found Angela’s mother standing there behind her, hands planted on her hips, glowering at Bianca like she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen such a reprehensible specimen of humanity. Bianca offered her a smile, hoping it would have been enough to cool things off. It wasn’t.

  "Can I help you with something?” Bianca asked, as mildly as she could have mustered given the circumstances. She knew that the family were constantly looking for chances to launch themselves at her once more, to prove that she really was just the home-wrecking harlot that they all knew she was, and she’d been doing her level best to make it at least difficult for them to go with that.

  It had been hard, though, the last few days, because she had been apart from Angela and Zev even more than usual. And she got it, she did. They had to put distance between themselves to make sure that nobody caught on to what was happening. But that didn’t mean that it wasn’t hard to hold back on the affection she wanted to show to them – and the affection that she wanted them to show to her, too.

  It had been a few days since their encounter in their bedroom, and ever since then, Bianca had been waiting for the go-ahead to just call this ridiculous trip to a halt and go the fuck home. She felt like she had been out there in that awful place for months now, even though it had only been a couple of weeks. Her brain was foggy, her memories of what had come before were fuzzy. Had she ever passed people on the stairs and received anything other than a glare in recognition? If that was the case, she couldn’t remember it.

  But now, it seemed, Diana was ready to bring things to a head once and for all, and Bianca supposed there was something to be said for that. Maybe th
ey had spent enough time ducking and diving from what had happened. The last few weeks had been some of the worst of her life, and she was ready for them to be over. If a confrontation with this woman was what it took, then she would grab it with both hands.

  "I think you need to get out of here," Diana replied, crossing her arms over her chest. Bianca looked around the kitchen, which is where she had been hanging out when Diana launched this assault on her.

  "Out of the kitchen?” She asked. "But I was making the kids something to eat-"

  "No, out of this house," Diana replied. Bianca’s jaw dropped.

  "What are you talking about?”

  "Look, I know that Angela is never going to have the nerve to do it herself," Diana sighed, shaking her head. "She should get you out of here, but she’s too kind for that, more’s the pity. If it was me, I would have kicked you to the curb as soon as I found you anywhere near my husband..."

  Bianca’s mind flickered, for a moment, over the rest of the men in this family. She couldn’t think of one that she would have even gone near, let alone one she would have let do to her what Zev had done. She had to hold back a smirk, even though she knew she was in the midst of a serious situation. Maybe it was just the nerves getting to her.

  "So I’m making an executive decision," Diana told her, and she nodded to the door. "You need to leave this place."

  "I don’t think that’s a choice you get to make," Bianca replied, and she mimicked her body language, crossing her arms over her chest as well and hoping that she was selling herself as somewhat intimidating. She got the feeling, however, that she was just making herself look like an idiot. Well, more of an idiot than she already was, at least.

  "I’m the one who gives Angela her money, and I get a say in where it goes," Diana warned her. "Don’t think that I won’t cut her off if she wants to keep you around, for some reason."