Brock's Leading Lady

by ChaShiree M.

  “Holy shit!” I say louder than I mean too. Snapping my hand over my mouth, I look at the picture of him on the phone. Hot doesn’t do him justice. The man is a fucking God. He has to be about 6 '0'. Well over 150lbs of muscle. For the first time in my life, my body is not my own. Holy hell. I can only imagine what happened to their last nanny. I can picture her on her back in his room, no clothes on, trying to entice him to fuck her. Her hands in her pussy as she plays with herself in front of him. Licking her lips, thinking about what his cock tastes like. Ok. So, to be fair, I am totally thinking about myself doing that. I really need to snap out of it. There is no doubt a man like him has a wife or girlfriend somewhere. How can he not? Crap. If I am going to work for him, I need to be able to control my attraction to him.

  I continue to look at his interview and it says nothing else about his life. He is pretty quiet and a private person. It does, however, make my skin stand up. They are offering $75,000 for the first year. OMG! I could buy River and me a house. Pay for her to go to college. Hell, I could pay for myself to take a few classes off and on. Now I know I need to not think about the dad in any way other than my boss.

  I need this damn job. That money could fix everything. It could get us out of the damn apartment we live in. Away from Mr. Bruser. Our landlord is a touchy-feely type of guy and he has been trying to touch me for too long. I manage to dodge and hide from him, but one day I won’t be able to. What I wouldn’t give to be able to move. I close my phone and think about my life. I used to want to find love, get married, and have babies. Once I took over caring for River, I gave up on love. Who would want me? A virgin, with a seventeen-year-old I am responsible for. Hell, most twenty-year-olds are partying and living their lives day to day. Not me. What man is going to want that?

  It’s just as well. I need to focus on making sure River graduates and goes to college. At least one of us can make our dreams come true.

  Chapter 3

  Brock

  “Clara, what the hell is this? You can’t find one damn girl to take care of my kids?” I yell into my phone at my office manager. How hard can this be?

  “I’m sorry Mr. Phillips. They all seem to be fine when I interview them.”

  “Well, they are not fucking fine. When they get into my office everything is further from being fine. Fuck! How many are left in the waiting room?” Hopefully one of them will be remotely mature enough to take care of the most precious individuals in my life.

  “One, Sir.”

  “One? Are you telling me out of all the agencies we sent requests to, and the ads we took out, you were only able to vet eight potential nannies? Clara, are you fucking with me right now?” I know I am acting out of character, but how in the hell is this possible? I know I am a bit hard to please, but how the fuck is this possible?

  “No Sir, I am not ‘fucking’ with you. Would you like for me to send her in sir?” she asks with a hint of annoyance at my use of such a vulgar word. I smirk.

  Clara is like my mother. She has been with me since I opened this office, and never hesitates to tell me when I am being an ass. Looking out the window and gazing over my view 25 floors up, I ponder the direction my life is taking. I work far less hours than I used to. But as it stands, if I don’t find someone to watch my kids soon, I am going to be working even less. I am not sure my company and reputation can handle the fall out. Running my hands down my face, I take a deep breath before answering. Might as well get this disaster over and done with.

  “Yea. Send her in Clara.” The irritation is clear in my voice as I close the folder of the girl I am to meet, before turning back towards the window. My back is still to the door when I hear it open and close. My senses flare. My nose is twitching as it locks onto something my cock seems to like very much.

  “H-hello, Mister Phillips. I’m Delta. They said you were ready to see me?”

  Holy hell. Her fucking voice is like a slow song that would be best sung in my embrace. Suddenly, my office doesn’t feel the same. It’s softer and less stuffy. The smells swirling around are sweet and tangy. My mouth begins to water, and I haven't even set my eyes on her yet. I have purposely not turned around, because somehow, I know my life is going to change once I do. Well, at least my cock knows it. My heart is going to need a bit more time to come to terms with the change.

  Steeling myself, I spin my chair around and silently give thanks that I am already seated. She is a fucking Goddess. Sitting on the other side of my desk is my every fantasy come to life. There she sits with her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her pale blue eyes are looking at me as if I am the answer to everything in her life. When her lips part with a gasp, I swear my fucking vision blurs. Those lips are meant to open and close around my cock. Look. He knows it too. The fucker is trying to bust out of the zipper.

  She looks very innocent. Unsoiled. It’s a pity, really. The moment she stepped foot in my office I was no longer in control. My body takes control of itself by getting up from the seat and moving towards her. Leaning against the side of my desk, I can’t stop the roughness of my voice as the one question that matters leaves my mouth.

  “How old are you, little girl?” I ask her, hoping like hell she is at least eighteen. The problem is I don’t know that her being seventeen would stop me from destroying that little cherry. I falter a moment, not sure who or what I am right now. I told myself once I got custody of my kids, I would put my needs on hold. It meant no dating and definitely no fucking. So, what the hell is going on with the rest of me right now? Why is it demanding I do both and then some? And with a waif of a girl at that.

  “Twenty.” She whispers, licking her lips after answering the question.

  My jaw stiffens as my teeth grind against one another. Fuck! My fingers are twitching, demanding I walk up to her, pull that damn hair tie off, and run my fingers through her hair. Then grabbing a hold of her as I ravage her mouth. My body hasn’t been this coiled or tight since the damn custody suit. Right now, every part of me is on alert. My cock is standing at attention and demanding I acquire and show her who she belongs to. My hands need to touch every inch of her. My eyes have not stopped memorizing every nuance of her face, expressions, the glint in her eyes, and the fear in her grimace. My nose can smell the desire pooling beneath her. It is taking everything in me not to throw her on top of my desk and let my mouth determine the flavor between her legs.

  I move further in front of her, losing the battle to control myself. I note that my cock is officially no longer hidden or bashful. In fact, it is standing mere inches from her face. Her nostrils flare as she tries not to look in front of her. She is fidgeting in her seat, trying to quell the need building inside of her. Inwardly, I give thanks for the knowledge that I am not the only one affected. She begins to speak when I stop her with little more than a growl.

  “I wouldn’t speak right now, Delta. If your mouth opens, even to sneeze, I am going to unbutton my pants and shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to cough it up.” I bend down knowing it is the wrong thing to do, but helpless to stop it. “You’re hired. I will have my men come to your place, help you pack, and move your things.” My eyes haven’t left her lips as I try to talk myself out of sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Her eyes widen as she takes in what I said

  “I got the job?!” She exclaims with the smile spreading over her face. It is infectious and endearing. This girl has had a hard life. I can tell by the reserve of her happiness. It makes me even more determined to get her within my walls, where I can protect her. The problem is, I told her not to open her mouth. Too bad she didn’t listen. My neck begins to heat up as I prepare to do exactly what I warned her I would. The least you could do asshole is answer her question first.

  “Yes. I need you to start immediately,” I spit out, pissed that I haven’t given her the gift yet. The light that had ignited in her eyes a moment ago goes out just as quickly and I would give anything to put it back.

  “I-thank you, Mr. Phillips. But I c
annot move into your house,” she says softly. Almost too soft or I would have missed it if I wasn’t already in her face. My ire rises as my mind conjures up the millions of reasons why she can’t move in. The one pissing me off the most is the idea that she is in a relationship.

  Having a mind of its own, my hand wraps around her neck as I put my mouth centimeters from hers demanding an answer. I feel her pulse pickup as her eyes begin to widen. Her hand comes up to mine, no doubt trying to figure out how to remove it when my mouth touches hers and she melts into me. Not removing my hand from her neck, I bite her lower lip, causing her to gasp and giving me the opening, I need to move my tongue inside her mouth and attack hers. Like fucking cotton candy. She is so damn sweet. My mouth begins to ache from all the sugar she is omitting. It is silently thanking me for indulging in dessert. When she moans and it vibrates into the very core of who I am, I know I don’t care about a fucking boyfriend. She doesn’t belong to him. She was always meant to be MINE. WE just needed to find one another.

  Her arms wrap around my neck as our mouths ravage one another. She bites my tongue, causing the growl trapped in my throat to finally surface. I find myself about to unbutton her shirt, when the buzzer on my office phone goes off. Shit!! How in the hell has this girl fucked with my head in such a short time? Pulling back from her, I nip her lip one more time before walking towards my desk. My hand is poised above the button to answer when I make the mistake of looking at her. Her lips are swollen from my attack and her hand is rubbing them in disbelief. She looks at me from under her hooded lids and I almost say fuck everything and demand she strip.

  Bzzz.

  God damn it!!!

  “Yes, Clara.” I know my voice gives off the annoyance, but fuck if I can help it.

  “Sorry to interrupt Sir. But the school called. Seems you missed the parent teacher conference you had an hour ago.” I hang my head knowing she is right. I promised Jasper I would be there to see his artwork and once again work got the better of me. Or should I say, someone I need to work on.

  “Thank you, Clara. Apologize for me and reschedule for tomorrow. Thank you.” I take my hand off the phone and straighten out my tie, trying to return to a semblance of control.

  “Please inform me of the reason you believe you cannot move into my home tonight. Do you fashion yourself in a relationship, Miss Chabert?” So help me if she says yes, I will not be responsible for my actions.

  “I’m sorry. But I do not believe you are allowed to ask me that. Are you?” I cannot tell if she is being genuinely perplexed, or if she is being a smart ass. Somehow, I get the impression that she doesn’t know how to be a smart ass. She seems like an old soul. Kind, quiet, meek, and dare I say a bit susceptible to commands. Even thinking it is making my cock weep in my pants. Heaven help her with the things I am going to do to her.

  “I don’t care what I am supposed to ask you, Miss Chabert. I asked you a fucking question. Answer me, beautiful. You want to find out what happens when you ignore me?”

  How much fun will it be if she does?

  Chapter 4

  Delta

  I can’t begin to tell you all the things going through my head, or body right now. First of all, when I walked in the office and smelled his cologne I almost stripped and begged to be his slave. The man smells like sin wrapped in lust. I want to rub myself all over him. The need to lick every drop of anything coating his skin is off the charts. What the fuck is wrong with me? As he is standing in front of me, his cock obviously trying to announce itself, my mouth begins to water. I mean, physically the saliva inside of it is building and threatening to run out between my lips. I keep trying to swallow. Forcing it to slide to the back of my throat and imagining his seed flowing down it, after I had sucked him to completion. I can feel my face heating as the thought crosses my mind.

  To be honest, from the moment I walked into his office I have not been sure who I am. Something in his presence or his essence if you will, calls to a part of me I didn’t know existed. I find myself feeling very feminine, soft spoken, and meek. Like now. I meant the statement about asking me things, to be strong and with a bit of indignation. Unfortunately, it came out as a question. It left my mouth as a mere unsure askance, and even with the irritation I felt towards myself for asking, it still felt right.

  “I don’t care what I am or am not supposed to ask you, Miss Chabert. I asked you a fucking question. Answer me, beautiful. Or do you want to find out what happens when you ignore me?”

  Is it wrong that I would very much like to know what happens? I want to see what he will do to me if I choose not to answer his questions. Would he put me over his knee and spank me, until I acquiesce, not realizing it is making my poor pussy weep. Would he know that my nipples are distended and hardening, as they beg and pray for him to put them in his mouth. Bite them. Suck them…

  “I can see how much that appeals to you little nymph. Fuck, I can even smell it.”

  My breathing becomes shallow, but somehow deeper. I begin to squeeze my legs tighter together to quell the ache building in my sensitive kitty. I swear, I am mere minutes from whimpering. I need him to touch me. No. It’s more than that. I need him all over me.

  “That is one punishment you have racked up. Still waiting, Delta. Are you in a relationship? Is that why you are telling me you can’t move into my home?”

  I know I should tell him it is none of his business. To somehow get out of the trance I seem to be in and tell him where to shove his arrogance, but my mouth won’t form the words. It’s like my body is betraying me. Forcing me to push him to his limits. The weird thing is I want to please him more than anything. Which is why I find myself answering him.

  “No, Mr. Phillips. I am solely responsible for my little sister River. She is the reason I need the job. To make sure I can support her and send her to college. It would destroy me if she had to give up her dreams.” I look down at my hands as I wring them, reprimanding myself for not being able to keep my emotions intact. A man like him doesn’t care about my personal issues. Hell, I won’t be surprised if he escorted me to the door right now after hearing that.

  “Oh baby. I’m sorry. The investigator my office manager hired failed to mention your sister to me. I will be dealing with him.” He says as he lifts my chin to look at him. His face shows irritation, but somehow, I know it is not at me. “Such a young woman yourself and to be carrying so much. Where are your parents? If I might ask.”

  I do not want to tell him this part. But, figure I might as well get it over with. I really don’t want him to go looking for the information. Then if he finds her and says where we are at.

  “My mother is an addict. My father was one as well. When he died, mom went off the deep end. I always thought she would at least protect us. But, when I came home and found a man trying to rape my sister, I knew I had been lying to myself. I found a little box apartment and moved River in with me the moment I turned eighteen. I couldn’t leave her there and let something happen to her. I am her big sister. My job is to protect her.”

  I can feel the tears falling and as much as I didn’t want that to happen, I can no longer hold it in. I have been trying to be strong since that day. Never wanting River to see how much it’s taken a toll on me, while trying to make sure nothing in her life has changed. I could have gone to the state for help, but I didn’t want some social worker in our lives trying to ‘help’, which always ends up making it worse. I have no friends or support system. It has all been on me, and to say I am tired is an understatement. The truth is I am exhausted. But what else am I going to do?

  “So, you see, I cannot move in with you. But I would love to take care of your two kids until you come home.” I stare at him, hoping he understands and still lets me work for him. I need the money to make sure River has everything she needs. Not to mention to pay for us to move somewhere else a bit safer and away from Mr. Bruser.

  “Oh, sweet girl. You have just sealed your fate. You need someone to take care of you, whi
le you take care of everyone else.” Why does hearing him say that, make my stomach do the jumpies? “Listen carefully. You are going to go outside and allow Armando to escort you home, where you will pack a bag for you and your sister. Clara will call a moving company to come and get the rest of your stuff and move it into my place.” My mouth opens, ready to protest when he stops me. “You already earned yourself one punishment. Would you like me to add another?” Well shit! I should probably say no. Right? I mean normal people would. Wouldn’t they? Why then do I want to be an extremely bad girl right now just to see what the rest of the punishment will be? I shake my head no, instead giving in to my well-behaved side.

  “Good girl. Now, I have a meeting from now until noon. I will be home by 12:30. Be a good girl and grab clothes for you and your sister and then Armando will take you home. I will call my housekeeper and inform her of the new additions and make sure she shows you ladies where to go. I know you thought telling me about your sister was going to change something about the two of us, but my nymph, it just made me surer about what I already know.”

  He stops right there. Doesn’t say anything else. My mind is like that of a junkie. It is everywhere trying to figure out what he is saying. Oooo...I hate it when people do that. “Now give me a kiss.” Frozen. Stunned. Shocked. If you could think of another word, it would probably be accurate. He leans over, his hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to him. When his mouth touches mine, yet again, I feel like a different person. The sensations going through my body are unparalleled. His other hand roams, going from my back to my ass, pulling me further into him. I can feel his cock poking me in the stomach and it takes everything not to drop to my knees. His tongue commands mine, sending me spinning, as the tingles work their way from my head down. I lift my leg trying to…. I don’t know what, but I know I need to be closer to him.