Captured Nanny (The Nannies)

The robe fell to the floor, and then his hands were once again at her waist. This time, she felt the true heat from them. How he touched her. His hold was firm, and yet, she knew if she only submitted to him, the pleasure he’d give her would be out of this world.

All she had to do was give in.

“No words? No comebacks?”

“You’re going to take what you want anyway,” she said.

“I’m not a rapist, Rain. You want this just as much as I do. Maybe even more.”

Annoyed, she spun in his arms, intent on slapping him around the face, only for him to catch her hand before she hit him.

He tutted. “There will be no violence in the bedroom.”

“I’m not here of my own free will.”

Wolf chuckled. “Keep on telling yourself that.”

Before she got a chance to think of a scathing comeback, his lips slammed down on hers, and then all thought was lost. No man should have such an expert tongue. He slid his across her lips, and she whimpered, opening up to him.

Wolf plundered inside, deepening the kiss. At the same time, his hands moved to her ass, squeezing the cheeks and drawing her closer.

She didn’t know how he did it with just touch alone, but she wanted more, so much more. It had been so long without touch, without passion, that at first, she felt like she was drowning, but now, she wanted it so damn much.

Wolf pushed his hands beneath the negligee she wore, and then he was touching her, skin to skin.

A whimper fell from her mouth as his nails seemed to sink into her flesh, creating just enough bite to make her want more.

“Did he not do anything to you?” Wolf asked.

“Shut up.” She didn’t want to hear about Daniel.

Within seconds, Wolf had her pressed against his bed, and Rain didn’t fight him, falling down. With ease, Wolf moved his thighs between hers, spreading her legs.

The negligee hadn’t come with any pair of panties or a thong.

She was bare beneath.

His hands were now at her knees, stroking, teasing, driving her wild.

Slowly, they traced up her body, going toward her pussy, but he seemed intent to make her wait for it. To see just how long she’d be able to last. Each time his fingers seemed to get within touching distance of her cunt, he’d stop.

Rain gritted her teeth, trying to contain her need, but it was no good. “Please,” she said, hating herself for begging.

“You will always submit to me, Rain. Always.”

She was going to try to give a witty retort, but nothing came to mind, and his hand, pressed to her core, stopped all thought. His finger slid between her slit, stroking down inside her, only to come back up to touch her clit.

“Oh … God,” she said.

“No, there’s only room for one man in this room, and that’s me.” He pulled away, and she was about to protest when his mouth touched her pussy, sliding up and down the length of her clit, circling her entrance before moving up to touch her clit. His teeth bit down, just enough to cause her the slightest hint of pain, but it was so damn good, she didn’t want it to stop.

Sinking her fingers into her hair, she rocked against him, not wanting to stop but needing him more than ever before.

This man knew what he was doing, and he enjoyed torturing her.

“You taste so good.” His hands went to her ass, holding her in place as he ravished her pussy. Wolf kept a firm grip on her as he licked at her cunt.

His tongue slid down, slamming inside her and fucking her before drawing back to her clit. She was so close, but each time she was near the peak, he’d stop and change his direction, and she’d be panting for more.

Her moans filled the air, echoing off the walls, but Rain didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel her release, to know what it was like.

Each stroke took her higher and higher, and there was no stopping it.

She had to have more. Needed it.

“Please!”

Wolf took her clit into his mouth, sliding back and forth, soothing out the pain with each stroke, and then, as her orgasm began to build, he didn’t stop. He kept on going until she came, rocking against his mouth, feeling her release flood her body.

Each pulse sent a shockwave of heat flooding her body.

He prolonged her orgasm until he stopped, kissing her clit.

Rain opened her eyes, staring up at him.

No words were spoken as he opened the belt of his robe and eased it off his shoulders. He was tall, muscular, and she noticed the constant ink decorating his body. They weren’t pictures, or words, but markings, curves, and lines, that made her think they were tribal.