The Nanny (A Billionaire Romance)

by Naomi Niles

  At first, I had been hesitant when he invited me to sleep in his suite, but as the day had worn on and I'd had time to get used to the idea, I found myself looking forward to it more and more. So, by the time night came, I could hardly wait.

  After making sure Halle was sound asleep, I returned to my room and slipped into my prettiest nightgown: a short negligee of pink silk. I pulled my hair free of its ponytail, letting it fall softly to my shoulders, and sauntered to his room in search of him.

  To my disappointment, Tate wasn't there, so I sat on his giant king-sized bed and waited for him.

  Suddenly, I heard the sound of curtains flapping in the wind. I turned around to see the large window on the east wall of his suite was wide open, and the night breeze was blowing. Startled, I approached the window to close it – and that's when he stepped through the ledge.

  At first, all I saw were his shoes. Black leather athletic shoes with a distinctive red twenty-two stitched on the side, and I gasped with disbelief. Then the dark figure came through and stood before me, towering over me with terrifying size. It was him, come to finish the job.

  He reached out with gloved hands and grabbed my throat, strangling me. I kicked at him and clawed with my nails, but he was too big and strong. My tiny limbs made no effect on him as he squeezed my throat tighter and tighter.

  "Help! Help! Tate!" I screamed and thrashed.

  "Rachelle, wake up." Tate's voice came to me in a distant fog. "Wake up; you're having a nightmare."

  As the words penetrated my subconscious, the terrifying image of the stranger disappeared into a cloud of smoke. I sat up in bed, gasping for air, and put my hand on my rapidly-beating heart.

  Tate was by my side, holding me and speaking in soothing tones. "It's all right. You're safe. You were just having a nightmare."

  "It was him. The man who attacked me last night." I cried out. My heart was exploding in my chest, and I was sweating all over.

  "You're safe now. I'm here."

  Tate was stroking my hair and kissing my cheeks and forehead. I told him every detail I could remember about the nightmare, and as I talked about it, I began to feel better.

  "I've got new locks and security cameras on every window and door, and security guards patrolling the outside of the house in a rotation that constantly changes. No one can get in, and if by some miracle they did, I'm right here beside you, ready to protect you."

  "I know. I guess I was more affected by what happened last night than I wanted to admit. I thought it was no big deal, but I can't stop thinking about what could have happened. I imagine a thousand different scenarios in my mind, and each one is worse than the last.

  “I don't know what's wrong with me. What happened was nothing really, just a bump on the head, but I just can't shake the feeling that something worse is going to happen."

  "That's only natural after what you've been through. When it happened, you were in shock. It wasn't until your body returned to normal that you were able to fully process what happened. Having a heightened sense of fear is to be expected for a while."

  "How long will it last? I don't think I can take much more. Halle wanted to play hide-and-seek earlier, and when she jumped out from behind her stuffed animals, I screamed and ran to my room. I had pressed 9-1-1 on my cell phone and was about to press dial when she came into the room apologizing for scaring me. I sat on my bed and cried for half an hour."

  "I'm so sorry you had to go through that." Tate held me close, and I leaned against his strong chest. No judgment or ridicule, just compassion and protection. I felt so safe in his arms; I couldn't believe I had ever suspected him of any wrongdoing. Now that I knew there were real dangers in this world ready to attack with no warning, I felt foolish for not trusting him from the beginning.

  For half a moment, I was tempted to confess all my feelings to him, to tell him how I had suspected he might have been the person who killed Rose and that he was going to kill me, too. But I realized instantly that would only serve to hurt his feelings, and I saw no purpose to causing him such pain.

  So instead, I lifted my head from his chest and asked, "How do I get rid of this feeling? I don't want to jump at every sound forever."

  "All you need to do is clear your mind and think of pleasant things, and your fears will disappear," Tate promised, but I wasn't so sure.

  "I don't think I can," I confessed.

  "Well then, let me help you." He put his mouth on mine and drank deeply, overpowering me with the passion of his kiss. I gave in immediately, closing my eyes and opening my mouth to him. Our tongues met, and I felt his arms enveloping me, strong arms that held me safe and protected me from the world.

  He laid me back on the mattress, kissing my lips and neck all the while, and then peeled the silk negligee from my body. He stripped off his pajamas and lay beside me, naked on the bed.

  "Just relax and let me pleasure you," he whispered, and his mouth kissed a trail down my chest to my full, round breasts.

  "God, you’re beautiful." He took both my breasts in his large hands and his mouth went back and forth from one to other, kissing them all over in a circle leading from the outside towards the center. My nipples hardened into taut nubs, and he took them between his thumb and forefinger, gently rolling and tugging them while I arched my back and moaned, begging for more. When he put his hot, wet mouth on them and sucked me there, I gasped aloud with pleasure.

  My hands slid down towards his hard dick. As I stroked him, Tate closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure.

  "Lay back, and I'll blow you," I said, but he surprised me by shaking his head no.

  "Tonight is all about making you feel good. Let me do all the work. All you have to do is lay there and enjoy yourself."

  As he kept kissing me all over, I found it difficult to keep my hands from grabbing him, eager to stroke him off.

  He caught my wrists and gently brought my hands up to the headboard of his giant carved oak bed. "Grip the bars of the headboard if it helps keep your hands still. Whatever happens, don't let go. Remember, it's my night to pleasure you."

  "What if I need help keeping them there?" I teased with a playful wink, and he knew just what I meant.

  With forceful hands, he ripped my negligee in half, tearing the delicate fabric into two long pieces. Using the strips of silk as rope, he bound my wrists to the carved wooden bars of the headboard. I struggled against them to make sure they were tight, and they held fast. I wasn't going anywhere. Now I was his prisoner, but I didn't feel scared – only aroused.

  "Now you won't have any choice but to lay still and enjoy the pleasures I give you." He grinned triumphantly.

  To prove his point, he spread my thighs wide, exposing my clit, and caressed me there. His long fingers moved so delicately, it was like being kissed by a feather. I squirmed in my bonds delightfully as a gentle sigh escaped my lips.

  He licked his fingers and began to massage me there more strongly, and my squirming turned to writhing. I undulated on the mattress, held captive by the silk ties on my wrist as he massaged harder and faster.

  My pussy was glistening with the juices of my arousal, and I was desperate to be fucked. Tate sensed it and brought his mouth to me. The feel of his rough, wet tongue lapping against my swollen clit was too much. It drove me wild with lust, and I gasped and moaned with ecstasy.

  "I'm going to come," I panted.

  "Good. I want you to," he whispered. "Come for me, baby."

  His mouth returned to my clit, licking and lapping me into pure delirium. When his mouth closed over my pulsing clit and sucked me there powerfully, it was more than I could stand. My body spasmed, and I screamed aloud as came on the mattress. My breath tore from my lungs as I just kept coming, locked in the throes of a powerful orgasm, as Tate's expert mouth drew out my climax for what felt like an eternity.

  When at last it began to ebb, I could feel the muscles of my pussy still pulsing with pleasure as my breathing gradually slowed.

  "That was inc
redible," I sighed, gazing up at him in the moonlight.

  "That was nothing. I'm not done pleasuring you yet,” he whispered.

  He stretched himself on top of me, covering my naked body with the weight of his own. His hands reached up and yanked on the knots of my bonds, untying them easily. I was free, but I didn't move. I kept my hands locked tight, gripping the bars of the headboard.

  "Good girl." Tate nibbled my earlobe, and I craned my neck, reveling in the sensation. "I want you to feel free to touch me now, just so long as you remember tonight is only about your pleasure.

  Slowly, I lowered my arms and wrapped them around his torso. He was still lying on top of me, kissing my lips and neck while his hands caressed me all over. He fondled my breasts, squeezed my buttocks, caressed my thighs and arms, tickled my ribcage erotically. I writhed beneath him, delighting in the sensation of his hands all over me, and tentatively began to explore his body with my own.

  The muscles of his back were so strong. His biceps bulged. His ass cheeks were so firm and round.

  We rolled over on the bed, allowing me to be on top, and I kept going further. The abs of his chest were like a washboard. His pectorals were rock hard. I titillated him with my fingernails and massaged him with my hands, thoroughly enjoying myself as I freely explored his body.

  When I came to his cock and stroked him there, I expected him to stop me like before, but this time he didn't.

  "It's your turn to do with me what you want," Tate said in a husky voice. "Climb on top of me and fuck me as hard and fast, or deep and slow as you desire. Let me be your human play toy."

  It was an intriguing invitation. In all the times I'd had sex, I'd never been on top. I was the one being fucked, bending to the will of the man as I gave him pleasure in whatever way he chose. Granted, I got a lot of pleasure out of it, too, but this idea of me being the one to dictate how our lovemaking went fascinated and thrilled me, so I mounted him at the waist.

  My pussy was already so wet, and his dick was so hard, he slid in easily, and I gasped at the sensation. Bracing my hands on his strong chest, I began to thrust along the length of him. Tate cupped my breast, massaging my nipples with his thumbs and said, "Tell me what you want. Do you like this? Or this?"

  He brought his head up to suckle my tits with his hot mouth, and I threw back head and moaned with pleasure.

  "I like that," I panted.

  "Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do," he urged. "Tonight I am your devoted slave."

  "Suck my tits while I fuck you," I moaned, and he instantly obeyed my command.

  I was thrusting on top of him as his hot mouth expertly worked my tits, enjoying trying different speeds and rhythms. It was a wonderful sensation, being able to control the angle, speed, and intensity with which we fucked. Tate's mouth on my nipples was driving me to greater and greater heights of pleasure, then suddenly, without warning, I fell.

  My body spasmed uncontrollably as I gyrated on top of his cock, fucking him with wild abandon. Shocks of electric pleasure rocketed through me, taking over my body as my mind shot off into the atmosphere. All I could think about or feel was blinding pleasure. I was barely aware of the sound of screams as I orgasmed hard on top of him.

  As my climax began to ebb, I collapsed onto of his chest, gasping for air, unable to stop smiling. "That was incredible. I don't think I've ever orgasmed that hard." I sighed.

  Tate circled his strong arms around me, hugging me close, and rolled over, switching our positions so I was on the bottom and he was on the top. Stroking my soft skin, he smiled down at me and said, "You're not done yet. I'm going to make you come all night long."

  He entered me again, plunging deeply with slow, intense passion. My limbs curled around his body, completely intertwined with his. I moved my hips in rhythm with his own, and we writhed and undulated together in perfect harmony.

  My gasps and moans kept rising as another orgasm built up within me, radiating deep inside and exploding outward. My backed arched, my muscles locked, and all the while, I kept humping in time with Tate, our bodies moving as one.

  This wasn't fucking – this was something far more. This was making love.

  "I'm going to come," Tate grunted, and I felt his muscles clench.

  "Me, too," I moaned, and we climaxed together in perfect unison. Higher and higher, my pleasure kept lifting me up to heaven. I could feel was his heart beating in rhythm with mine as he held me against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my body as if he never wanted to let me go. We melded into each other as our climax grew, building to unimaginable heights, greater than I ever thought possible.

  Fucking was great, but making love was something even more incredible. It was making love – and I did love him. There could be no doubt. I couldn't believe I had ever doubted him, and I no longer feared anything bad would happen to me here in this house. With Tate's arms around me, I was safe in every way possible and truly at peace.

  Chapter Thirty: Rachelle

  "Good morning, sleepyhead." Tate nuzzled my ear. I slowly opened my eyes to see sunlight streaming the opened drapes. "Did you sleep well?"

  "Too well. How late in the morning is it?" I sat bolt upright in bed, startled fully awake. "I've got to get to the nursery before Halle wakes up and sees that I slept in your bed."

  "Don't worry about it. I already took care of her. She's down in the kitchen helping Stuart make breakfast. We've got plenty of time to get ready before it will be done."

  He pulled me back down into the bed, pinning me down with his strong arms, and kissed me all over, tickling me. Squealing with laughter, I kicked and struggled to get free, but it was hopeless.

  "Mercy!" I screamed out, laughing. He finally took pity on me and stopped. He kissed me gently on the mouth as he let me go, and this time it was my turn to put my arms around his neck and pull him onto the bed.

  I pinned him down to the mattress, taking my turn to kiss and tickle him all over.

  His laugh was deep and all-consuming as he wriggled under my tickle torture. He was much stronger than me, however, and he managed to break free. We wrestled playfully on the bed, each of us trying to get the upper hand, and of course, he won.

  He grabbed me by the hips as I tried to crawl away from his tickling hands and dragged me towards him. I was still kneeling on my hands and knees, laughing with joy as he butted up against my bare buttocks, and I felt his erection pressing against me.

  He caressed the smooth skin of my thighs seductively, and I was instantly ready for him. I opened my legs, inviting him in, and he plunged in from behind. Bracing my hands against the mattress, I rocked back to meet his thrusts, yipping with pleasure as we fucked doggy style playfully.

  I marveled that there were so many sides to the man. There was the kind and generous Tate Holland who paid me so well to look after his daughter and welcomed me into his home. There was the mysterious side to him, the dark and kinky man who kept a sex swing hidden in a secret room and fucked me with a hood over my face while performing erotic asphyxiation. There was the tender side I saw last night, where he made love to for hours just to comfort my fears. And now this playful side, boyishly teasing and tickling me with youthful exuberance.

  He brought me to climax quickly, and just as I did, he shot his load into the condom he had artfully slipped on before entering me. We orgasmed together, quickly and intensely, before collapsing onto the mattress with huge smiles on our faces.

  "I need a shower," I sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

  "Me, too. Come on, let's go." He suddenly scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the room.

  "What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" I squealed, trying to struggle free.

  "To the shower. We both need to get cleaned up, so let's do it together," he said, depositing me into his vast glass shower with golden fixtures.

  "No, we can't. It's not appropriate," I objected, but since I couldn't stop giggling, it was impossible for him to take me seriously.


  He turned on the spray of hot water. "Too late now. You're already wet, so we might as well finish.” He took the handheld nozzle and sprayed me with it from head to toe. The perfectly warm water felt wonderful on my skin, and I luxuriated in the feel as he bathed me. Then he washed my hair for me.

  When I tried to return the favor, I couldn't reach the top of his head with the sprayer.

  "You're too tall," I complained with a giggle.

  "Does this help?" Tate got down on his knees in the spacious shower.

  "Yes, as a matter of fact, it does." I rinsed the shampoo from his thick brown hair with ease. "I think I like this position better."

  "I like it better, too." he teased. Kneeling before me, he put his lips on my body. I pressed my hands against the glass wall and moaned with pleasure. He got up from the tile floor and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him while he held me hoisted in the air, my back braced against the glass, and we made love under the spray of hot water.

  When we were done, we took turns toweling each other off.

  "Well, this is turning out to be a very good morning." Tate grinned as he pulled a fresh pair of underwear from his dresser and started getting dressed.

  "It sure is, but it's about to take a bad turn," I teased. "I don't have any clothes in here. You ripped my negligee to shreds last night."

  "Sorry about that." His twinkling eyes let me know he regretted it as much as I did.

  "I can't cross the hall to my room naked."

  "You've got a towel." He winked.

  "Haha. I don't feel right being caught by Halle standing in the hall in nothing but a towel. What am I going to do?"

  Looking around the room for a moment, his expression suddenly brightened. "Wear one of my shirts. They're large enough, on your petite frame you can call it a dress. You couldn't wear it out to dinner or anything, but it will be good enough to get you from my room to the hall.