The Bully's Nanny - The Nannies

At first, she didn’t do anything.

In the back of her mind, she screamed at herself to push him away. There was no way she wanted this kiss, or him.

He was a monster. A bully. The past she wanted to keep there.

But she didn’t.

She wrapped her arms around him, drinking him in. Kissing him back. This wasn’t passionate. This was punishment. Their teeth crashed together and he bit into her lip. Moisture flooded her core.

He grabbed one of her hands, pressing it above her head, keeping her locked up tight. Within seconds, he had both of her hands there as he traveled down her body.

She gasped as over her shirt, he sucked her nipples, taking each one in turn.

“Fuck, they’re so big.”

She wanted to scream at him to stop but her body wanted him. No, she wanted him. “I hate you.”

“Good. You can hate me all you want.” He held both of her hands in one of his as he pressed his hand down the front of her pants. “Because if this is what hate feels like, then sign me up for more.”

She spread her legs as he plunged two fingers inside her, arching against him. He pumped his digits, drawing them out to circle her nub. She cried out, but he didn’t stop.

“So wet. You want my cock, don’t you, Callie?”

Her name came off his lips as a sneer. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, I will.” He let her go only so he could grab her hips. He pressed her over the counter, pulling down her sweatpants as well as her panties. The cool air brushed across her naked flesh.

“I’ve thought about how good you would look.”

His hands moved from her hips to her ass. She felt his lips as they stroked across each rounded cheek, kissing them. He spread her ass wide and she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt opening. The zipper sliding down seemed to echo through all of her senses.

When the tip of his cock traced over her entrance, she had a split second worth of sanity that immediately vanished.

She didn’t want this, but she did. She hated him but still wanted his cock.

He slammed forward, surging into her, fucking her hard. It was a deep thrust, owning her with a matter of seconds. She cried out at the sudden fullness of it. She hadn’t been a virgin for a long time, but she also hadn’t been with a man in quite some time either.

Closing her eyes, she basked in the fullness. Feeling her own need rising as he suddenly pulled out of her, only to fill her once again. His grip on her hips was almost bruising. Heady. The sensations all mixed and melded together.

She wasn’t herself. She lost all focus. The only thing she felt was this need to come. To be fucked, to be filled. To have everything that was Drew.

There would be bruises on her hips where he held her, but she didn’t care. The pleasure was intense.

He reached between her spread legs and began to stroke her clit. Over and around, back and forth, he worked her pussy at the same time he rocked within her, heightening her need, filling her with his dick. His other hand moved from her hip to cup her tit.

“What the fuck have you done to me?” he asked. “I don’t want to want you.”

“Then stop.”

“Tell me to stop.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to make him stop as he teased her clit. She wanted to come more than she wanted him to stop. The impulse to abandon him wasn’t strong enough.

She needed this more than anything.

“Please, don’t stop,” she said instead, hating herself as she gave in to her weakness.

Drew teased her to a release. She cried his name. The echoed sounds mocked her as he fucked her harder, taking what he wanted. He was relentless, pounding deep within her until he came. When he did, he shouted her name. She felt each ripple and pulse as he flooded her.

They hadn’t used a condom. She wasn’t on anything. She was also his employee.

They shouldn’t have fucked.

With the fog of arousal fading, all that remained was the knowledge that she’d fucked up. This went against all the rules. Drew’s dick shouldn’t be inside her.

Closing her eyes, she panted for breath, for sanity, for the hope that she could somehow turn back the clock.

What was wrong with her? She’d let her bully fuck her, and now, she had to live with it.

What was she going to do?

Chapter Five

Drew had never had a woman who ran away from him immediately after sex, not in all of his life, not even when he was in high school and didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. Callie, though, she ran. She pulled up her sweatpants and didn’t look at him.