by Shay Violet
He gently cups his hands over my shoulders. I snake my arms around his neck and scoop him closer. He presses his mouth to mine, and tenderly grazes the tips of his fingers across my back. He lightly brushes his fingers through my hair. Arousal hits a peak inside of me. I’m tingling with pleasure from head to toe.
We are both panting hard as Jai pins me against the wall and cuffs his hands over my wrists. I exhale a contented moan as he buries his face in my neck and showers me with passion driven kisses.
“Does it feel good?” He groans into my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I want you so bad,” he admits.
“I want you too.”
“We should go somewhere,” he says. “Somewhere more…private.”
I lock eyes with him and nod. He could tell me we would have sex on the roof, and I would go willingly with him. I cave in, tossing my inhibitions, never to look back.
I can’t bear to live with this sexual tension any longer. I am desperate to urgently release it, and the best way to start is by allowing Jai to run his fingertips all over me.
He takes my hand and leads me to his office. He slams the door and locks it frantically behind him. He brings me to the desk and hikes up my skirt. He pushes me up onto the desk and my legs instinctively open up like a blossoming flower to receive him.
He yanks my panties down, almost frantically. Once they are at my ankles, he pulls them off completely and tosses them aside, where they land halfway across the room.
I’m breathless, overcome with emotion and pleasure. I reach for his belt with fumbling, shaking hands. He helps me and guides me as he undresses himself from the pants down. All the while, he’s kissing my mouth, neck and shoulders. He’s groaning with ecstasy as if my touch is everything.
I rake my hands through his hair. He pulls his pants off and I get my first real look at the throbbing cock between his legs, pointing erect and aroused toward the ceiling. It’s tan just like the rest of him, rock hard and enormous.
He sheaths a condom on the stiff rod and gives me a wild grin. I see the fire of desire in his eyes and recognize it because I feel it too.
I’m so wet and ready for him, that I’m puddling a lake between my legs that’s now puddling on the surface of his mahogany desk. He doesn’t seem at all perturbed by it and continues to kiss me.
He teases me with his fingers at first, slipping them inside of me. I cry out, succumbing to the pleasure. All the tension between us is finally releasing, and it feels so fantastic.
I’m tingling from head to toe as he fucks me with two fingers, making me wet as he grinds his hand into me and lightly grazes his thumb against my clitoris, tickling it and sending me to new heights of pleasure.
When the ecstasy hits a few seconds later, I don’t hold back. A guttural moan escapes my lips. My inner thighs quiver, and I squeeze my legs closer to his body, digging my heels into his back as he continues to slam his fingers directly into my g-spot.
I’m so turned on that I can’t see straight. I’m breathing heavily. I have never experienced that intense an orgasm in my entire life. I’m going to be addicted now. He’s like a magician with his hands. I can only imagine how incredible it will feel when he pushes his massive cock inside of me.
He gives me an enticing look as if he’s ready to play and aroused by my moaning and the sweet puddle between my legs.
Jai presses his body close to mine. “I love how wet you are,” he breathes into my neck and nibbles on my earlobe.
“You made me cum so hard,” I seductively sigh into his ear and relish in the way goose bumps of pleasure prickle on his skin. I rub his back. He gives me a sexy look and his eyes glaze over with lust.
He takes his rock hard cock in his hand and pushes it between my legs, slowly at first to tease me.
“You are driving me crazy,” I whisper.
“That’s the whole point.” He grins proud of himself for bringing me right to the edge and then sending me over the brink of ecstasy.
When he finally pushes himself inside of me, I gasp as a rush of euphoria surges through me. I get dizzy. I spread my legs as wide open as they’ll go. It’s like he’s forked himself between my legs and we are stuck together in massive pleasure.
I moan again and grab his muscular arms for support as he enthusiastically rocks us back and forth, pumping slowly at first, then going faster as we get into a rhythm and match our motions. His girth is exceptional and rubs me with the right amount of friction.
Our bodies are sweaty and intertwined. Bliss surges through me. He plants his hands on my waist and gently scoots me further onto the desk. My knee bumps against a cup that has pens and pencil’s in it. I accidentally knock it over in careless passion.
“I’m sorry,” I say breathlessly.
“Don’t worry about it.” He groans and vigorously thrusts in and out, slipping with graceful ease in and out of me because I’m so soaked. He grinds me on the desk until I can’t resist and I cum again.
It’s so quick I don’t even see it coming, no pun intended. I’m floored with ecstasy as a warm and tingly sensation erupts like a geyser inside of me.
I rake my hands up and down his back, leaving red trail marks of passion. The orgasm leaves me numb and dazed. I practically go limp in Jai’s arms, but he climaxes too, only several seconds later.
Seeing me experience the throes of passion is enough to send him over the edge too. I feel his hot seed flooding the condom bag inside of me. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head.
He stays inside of me for several seconds. He kisses me, strokes my hair and gives me a compassionate smile as his eyes lock with mine. It’s the most erotic and intimate moment of my life, having his cock still hard inside me after we have both reached orgasm and I love the sensation.
My legs are still wrapped around his torso. Our bodies are pressed together, and our private parts are still locked together. His balls tickle against my engorged pussy lips. I kiss him, grin, and nibble on his bottom lip.
When he finally slips out of me, I feel like I could go another round with him because I’m still so turned on by everything he does and says.
“That was amazing.” I speak first.
“I needed that,” he admits.
His hair is a little tousled from me running my fingers through it.
“I hadn’t known how much I craved it until it happened,” I admit with a chuckle.
Jai ropes his arms around me and sighs with contentment. “Do you want me to walk you to your room?”
I lift my gaze and blink as I stare into his eyes. “No, that’s okay.”
I push myself off the desk and reach for my underwear, putting them back on even though I’m still moist and glistening. I might need to clean myself up. I had never been that wet before and I am sticky all over.
“I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” Jai seems nervous that I might change my mind about him, now that our sexual encounter is over.
I give him the most heartfelt smile I can. “See you in the morning.”
16
Aurora
I wake up the next morning to the sun blaring in from the windows. How is it already broad daylight? Panic terrorizes my brain and causes my heart to drum nervously.
I whip the covers off of me and jump from the bed, washing my face, pulling on a shirt and hastily climb into a pair of jeans. I glance in the mirror, mortified at the woman staring back at me.
“What the hell did you do last night, Aurora?” I ask myself.
Instead of waking up comforted or satisfied, I’m beyond humiliated. I cringe and clutch the sides of my head. A pulsing memory of last night vibrates through my mind. I picture Jai’s tan skin pressed up against mine, with his sculpted muscles and carved abs rubbing up against me, intertwined and naked on top of his desk. I can still hear our moans of pleasure drifting through the quietness of the house.
I pound my fist once on the white and gray marbled sink vanity in the bathroom.
> “No.” I shake my head and hiss through clenched teeth. “Snap out of this dream world you are living in. Fantasy and real life are not parallel, one is not like the other. You’re the nanny Aurora, not the sexy girlfriend. There is a fine line between the two.”
I bravely force myself to look at my reflection once again in the mirror. I inhale slowly and exhale even slower, an exercise I have used for years to help placate my mind and lull my senses.
My process works, much to my relief. I don’t need to think about the crazy sex I had with my boss last night, and the more deep and rhythmic breaths I take, the easier it is for me to shove the wildness of our animal sex on his desk from the night before into the back of my brain.
I open the door to my bedroom and hesitate at the landing of the stairs. How am I going to face him now? He probably thinks I’m an easy lay. Oh God. Shame infiltrates my brain. I seriously need help. I still can’t think of a viable reason I would want to sabotage my nanny position by letting my employer fuck my brains out last night.
I hear voices downstairs. Well, this is just great. They are already awake before me, and now I have to endure the walk of shame down the stairs and into the kitchen. Can’t I just fake my death and disappear forever instead? Honestly, it seems like the best option at the moment. Yes, I am that low right now.
It’s going to be embarrassing, but maybe if I pretend like everything is fine, I can get through this awkwardness.
As soon as I appear in the kitchen, I swallow my fear and plant on my most breezy demeanor. I force a smile on my face and pray that it looks genuinely heartfelt.
Jai is wearing a tight white shirt, not his usual business attire. His hair looks clean, slicked back a little and properly groomed. He’s wearing basketball shorts. He looks insanely hot. My heart pounds. I love seeing this laid back side of him, but it’s also making it harder for me to keep myself composed.
Wow. Did he just get even more gorgeous overnight? How the hell is that even possible? I feel like I look like a raccoon. The guy to girl ratio seems wildly disproportionate at the moment.
Nadia is wearing a purple sun dress with adorable lace frills at the bottom and matching purple socks. Her hair is straight down but combed and looking as cute as ever. She has a purple headband tucked behind her ears too.
“You look so sweet with your matching accessories,” I say and smile at her.
Nadia beams, showing off her pearly white teeth. “Thank you.”
I do my best not to make eye contact with Jai, but I feel his penetrating gaze and it’s making me feel hot and flustered.
“Hope you slept well,” Jai says to me.
“I did, thanks.” I shoot him the briefest glance and then reach for a coffee cup in the cabinet.
The only sound in the room now is the coffee pouring into the mug. You could slice through the awkwardness with a knife, but thankfully, Nadia doesn’t seem to catch on to the fact that her father and her nanny are stealing sheepish glances at each other, purposefully trying to avoid eye contact, and making as minimal conversation as possible.
Then, after a few minutes of the awkward silence, Jai pulls me aside when Nadia skips to the bathroom, humming a nursery rhyme.
“I just wanted to discuss last night with you,” he says. His eyes are bloodshot.
“There’s nothing to discuss,” I tell him breezily, even though I’m screaming inside my head. He doesn’t have to know that, however.
I already know what he’s going to say. Guys always shut down after sex and regret it. They don’t want the strings attached. This situation is even worse, because I work for him.
I’m not stupid. I know what to say to him, and I make sure I have the first word too.
“I’m going to quit. It’s easier that way, and we don’t have to have hard feelings.” I blurt the words out so fast that they become distorted together in one long run-on sentence blend.
Jai gives me a shocked look, and the color drains from his face. “What? No…” he trails off in a stammer. “That’s not what I would say at all.”
He vigorously shakes his head. I should point out that it looks for a moment that he having a seizure, he’s so violently shaking his head in protest.
“What would you say then?” I ask in a delicate whisper.
I’m still tightly gripping the coffee mug in both my hands, trying not to drop it because I’m trembling so hard.
“You can’t quit.” He gives me a desperate look and his eyes are pleading.
It’s enough from him to keep me interested in what else he has to say on the matter.
“We’ll work it out,” he continues.
“How?” I give him a doubtful frown.
His eyes are gorgeous. His lashes are thick and full. His hair is so lusciously thick and sexy. It will be the hardest thing I have ever done in my life… trying to resist the temptation. I can’t give in anymore. We had our fun last night, but it’s not something that we can do routinely, and especially not if I want to continue working for him.
“I’m still trying to figure that part out myself…” he trails off and his eyes wander away from me. His demeanor is evasive and slightly frustrating.
“Well, we need to do something,” I whisper, tossing a glance over my shoulder to make sure Nadia hasn’t returned to the room and eavesdropping on our conversation.
Jai gives me a shut down, apologetic glance. I purse my lips and my body tenses as I expectantly await him to throw some bullshit excuse at me. In an instant, he can switch on and off like a lightbulb. It’s obnoxious, how men can be so callous like that sometimes.
“You aren’t really the type of woman that I can allow myself to be with—”
I scoff and hold my hand up to stop him before he has time to say more. “I understand that I may not be as wealthy as you and we have a different skin color but—”
“What? No… Aurora.” Jai reaches for my hand, but I snatch it away before he can grab it. “Aurora,” he pleads again quietly, as to not draw attention to our argument. “Believe me. That’s not what I was implying, at all.”
“Then what were you implying?” I cross my arms and shoot him an offended side glance.
He looks beside himself with panic. This is a real insert foot in mouth situation for him. I wait, giving him a penetrating stare.
When he falters, I continue. “I’m not stupid, Jai. I know that you are too good and high class to end up with a low class citizen like myself but—”
“No.” His eyes practically cross in confusion. “You have it all wrong, just let me explain…”
He doesn’t get the chance to explain. Not because I won’t hear of it, but because an interruption cuts our conversation short.
“Hello!” An unfamiliar older woman’s voice chimes out through the kitchen.
A woman and a man enter. The man has tan skin, and a jet black mustache to match his jet black hair. The woman wears a sari, and a hijab wrapped elegantly around her head. The sari is maroon with green accents along the border.
My heart leaps into my throat. I glance behind the pair and notice Nadia standing behind them with a timid expression on her face as if she’s hesitant to enter the room with them there. She meets my gaze and shoots me a coy expression.
“We made it off the plane,” the woman declares, floating into the room with an air of entitlement.
I stand there, frozen in place, and feeling more awkward than I ever have in my entire life. I feel like I don’t belong. If there was a way, I could have melted into a puddle and disappeared into the floor, I would have willingly performed the trick.
You know what they say, though. When it rains, it pours. Right? I’m just going to grind my teeth and be as pleasantly polite in front of these strangers as I can.
“These are my late wife’s parents,” Jai mutters to me.
I nod my acknowledgement and then focus my energy back on them. The grandmother speaks with a French accent. Her skin is lighter than the others, and I assume that she mi
ght not be of Arabian decent.
One thing that I notice right away with the grandmother is that she has the same blue hints and flecks in her eyes as Nadia does. Nadia approaches me and clutches my hand, squeezing it tightly as she gives her grandmother a bleak glance. Nadia behaves as if she’s afraid of her own grandmother, something that alarms me.
“What do we have here?” She eyes me up and down, looking at me like she wants to squash me like a bug under her shoe.
“Estelle, Rajesh, this is my new nanny, err… Nadia’s new nanny,” Jai blunders, correcting himself as he makes formal introductions. He gives me an apprehensive glance. “Aurora, meet my late wife’s parents, Estelle and Rajesh.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I extend my hand to shake with them.
The father gives me a cordial, albeit indifferent nod. The grandmother hesitates to shake my hand as if she thinks I might have some kind of communicable disease that might rub off on her if she touches me.
Is this lady for real? I have to bite my tongue until I taste blood to prevent myself from quipping something snide at her.
“This woman is your nanny?” Estelle’s eyes move skeptically between me and Jai, finally lingering on me for a few uncomfortably lasting seconds.
“Yes.” I feel Jai tense beside me. He seems to be equally awkward under the critical scrutiny of Estelle.
It’s almost as if he wasn’t expecting them to arrive yet. I’m feeding off his reaction, and Nadia is practically hiding behind me. The reaction of seeing her granddaughter in such an emotional state doesn’t seem to phase Estelle in the slightest. In fact, she behaves as if a cowering grandchild is normal behavior.
I’m reeling with confusion, but I don’t feel like I belong in this bunch. Besides, I had my brains fucked out by my employer who is standing next to me, so I don’t really feel like I have any place to ask questions. I’ve already taken part in enough inappropriate behavior to last an entire year.
I don’t like the way Estelle’s prying eyes wander over me as if she disapproves of me as the nanny. I match her stare. Two can play at this game. If she is disrespectful, I’ll return the treatment.