The Beast's Nanny (The Nannies)

Caleb helped her as she was a little unsteady at first. She lay on the bed.

“Open your legs and get your pussy ready to be licked.” She was going to hurt when he fucked her, so he needed her nice and wet for him.

Opening his robe, he let it drop to the floor, keeping his gaze on her. He crawled onto the bed, putting his hands on her knees, spreading her open for him. She released a little moan and he watched her. There was no reason to rush.

He ran the tips of his fingers up and down her inner thighs, keeping his gaze fixed on her as he did this. Her nipples were tight buds that needed to be sucked.

“When you’re in this room, I want you naked. No excuses. Always come to me and get ready to be fucked.”

“Yes,” she said.

Gliding down, he lowered until he was directly over her tight cunt. “So pretty, and all mine.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, using his teeth to bite down. She cried out, arching up, and he pulled back to stroke her with his tongue, circling her. He went to her entrance, promising to fuck her, only to pull back and twirl over her clit again.

She pressed her thighs together, trapping his hand. He placed his palms on the inside of her thighs, keeping her spread for his tongue.

Holding her down, he ravished her pussy, giving her pleasure. She’d come so easily, but he wanted her to be soaking wet by the time he took her. He used his tongue to bring her close to the peak.

She cried his name repeatedly and he knew there was only so much she could take. He waited, getting her completely out of her mind until her sexy begs filled the room. The moment she did, he pushed her over the peak, relishing her climax. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he continued to drive her crazy with release, not letting her stop until he was ready, and he moved between her thighs.

Letting go of her pussy, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and pressed to her entrance. She was so slick, and as he slammed deep inside her, he felt the tearing of her virginity.

The sounds she made turned from pleasure to a whimper of pain. Taking possession of her mouth, he swallowed it down, feeling like a bastard for not preparing her for what he wanted.

She stayed perfectly still.

He hated that.

He wanted her to move. To give him something, anything. The stillness did nothing for him, but made him ache for more.

Pulling away from the kiss, he stroked her hair back and stared down at her.

“That hurt.” Her voice broke.

“It won’t hurt again.”

“Is that why you … licked me?”

“I wanted you to be as wet as possible. There was no way I could stop it from hurting.”

Her lip wobbled.

His gut clenched. He stayed perfectly still within her.

She reached up and he expected her to slap him for the pain he caused. Instead, she placed a hand on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me? I hurt you.”

“But you did everything you could to make it perfect for me. Thank you.” She lifted up and brushed her lips across his. “I won’t forget that.”

He wasn’t a good person. Everyone who heard his name feared him, and yet this woman, she saw good in him. She had to be a fucking idiot, but as he looked at her, he knew she was anything but. Grace was a good person. At each turn, she kept shocking him, and he didn’t know how to respond to that.

He refused to analyze what Grace did to him, and instead, he kissed her hard, wanting to do a lot more. As he flicked his tongue across her lips, she opened up, and he began to rock against her. She didn’t tense up, and as he thrust into her, she began to meet him. Slowly, he pushed the pain away, making love to her, doing something he never thought he would do. This woman was precious to him in every single way that mattered, and he wanted her to know just how much.

It’s not love.

I don’t do love.

She’s going to betray me one day, and when she does, I’ll be ready.

Caleb stopped kissing her, pulled back, and stared down at her. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He gripped her hip and began to rock inside her, turning the love into plain and simple fucking. He saw the blood coating his cock, and he closed his eyes. It meant nothing. Grace would belong to him for as long as he needed to rid himself of her. Not a day or a night before. The moment he was done, or the day she turned out to be like every single woman he’d ever met, she’d be out on her ass.