Nanny and the Beast

by Georgia Le Carre

  A soft groan escaped his lips as he spread his legs further apart.

  It brought a small smile of satisfaction to my heart. I didn’t have much, but this power was mine. The two sacs were heavy with lust.

  I turned myself around, and inched my way upwards, using the frame of the bed as a support until I reached the root of his cock. The rock-hard shaft was so big and stiff it looked almost painful. I ran the tip of my tongue along the thick bulging veins that snaked down the satin-smooth flesh.

  With my eyes locked on his, I traced adoring kisses up the entire length until I reached the mushroom head. I covered the broad tip with mouth.

  He shut his eyes, and I couldn’t help my smile.

  He seemed untouchable, unmovable, but by just that simple act, I was able to affect such a man seemingly larger than life itself. It seemed unreal. I focused on his pleasure wanting to give more to him than he could give to me. I sucked hard and deep, taking what I could of him into my mouth and down into my throat.

  “Suck me off,” he urged. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

  I did as I was instructed, my heart brimming with excitement at the promise. I lapped up his pre-cum, and felt utterly amazed at how much I relished the taste of him. With the other few guys I had had in my lifetime, I had never bothered going this far, but with Yuri, I couldn’t get enough of all that was him. To my body, this man walked on water. My mouth worshipped him. I let him do what I had never let another man do.

  I let him hold my head and fuck my mouth.

  When he was almost about to climax, he pulled out of me and asked me to open my mouth. He fisted his cock and pumped it hard until he began to spurt. He growled with pleasure as he watched the hot spurts of cum fill my mouth. I didn’t swallow immediately. I swirled it around in my mouth and only when he told me to swallow did I obey.

  I was hauled off the floor and dumped on the bed. He dived at me. My panties were rendered into shreds and my legs were thrown wide open.

  My back arched off the bed as he buried his face into my soaked cunt and took my clit in his mouth.

  “Unhh,” I cried out helplessly, fisting the sheets. I rocked my hips with abandon, as his tongue licked me clean, until another bout of my thick arousal coated his mouth. It was a never-ending cycle of ravenous devouring. I could barely stand the intense pleasure, but I couldn’t dream of being deprived of it.

  “Yuri,” I called out his name, my head thrashing from side to side, as his tongue plunged into me, sucking and nipping without ceremony.

  “Yuri!”

  He dug his fingers into me, and I collapsed back unto the bed.

  “Oh, Yuri…”

  His tongue and fingers tortured me mercilessly until I grabbed at his hair in a plea for a moment’s break, but he didn’t stop. “Yuri, Yuri, Yuri.”

  When I came, it was all over his face, shamelessly, the unending waves of mind-blowing orgasm crashing through my entire body. I shuddered on the bed, my hands clenching the sheets hard to contain the explosion of my battered clit. His head was trapped between my clenched thighs, but he didn’t seem to mind as he lapped up the juices gushing out of me.

  I couldn’t believe our intimacy. How could we be this exposed to each other in one moment and then act like strangers in the next? I couldn’t understand it. I wanted to hold him close to me, and never let go. In that moment when my brain had lost most of its function that was exactly what I did.

  I pulled Yuri up and held him tightly to my breast, my arms around him in a desperate embrace. He felt like home, something I’d only ever gotten glimpses of. I wanted to kiss every inch of his body, to treasure him as mine, and no one else’s even if it was just for this moment.

  I was about to let him go, aware that I was beginning to cross unspoken boundaries, when he slipped his hand around me, and rolled over, until I was on top him. I kept still. I shut my eyes as he pulled me up and buried my face in his neck. For a moment I felt confused, but before I could lose the moment that I was sure would end in a snap, I cradled his head, and breathed him in, hiding my face in his neck, and matching the rise and fall of his heaving chest to mine.

  And then it began again. There were condoms by the bedside. We worshiped each other’s bodies for hours. Until he fell asleep, his hand cupped possessively around one of my breasts.

  Chapter 24

  Yuri

  I awoke alone, my mind coming awake instantly. Her smell lingered, but when I turned in search of her, she was gone.

  I’d fallen asleep to the feel of her full breast inside my palm, the beat of her heart in my ear. Her scent, both of her hair and skin, had been of lavender. My mouth was haunted by the taste of her.

  I gazed blindly at the ceiling. A strange overwhelming sensation of warmth flooded me when I thought about what she’d done. She had pulled me up to her and held me in her arms. Silently. As if we were one body. No woman had ever done that to me. No woman would have dared try.

  I vaulted upright. It was dark in my room. The digital clock by my bedside showed that it was half past three in the morning. She could have waited until at least the morning to leave, but I would be willing to bet she ran off the moment I fell asleep.

  I couldn’t understand her. She wanted me with as much ferocity as I did her, but almost as soon as the sex was over, she became distant. Was it fear? Did she fear me? Had I gone too far by allowing her to see that loser’s corpse?

  I put my feet on the ground, and realized that she was the first woman who’d been able to move without waking me. No matter how exhausted I might be, I never relaxed enough to sleep deeply when there was another body in the bed with me. She’d unraveled me and brought all my walls down with such ease that it shocked me. I on the other hand held as much impact to her as a rock…beyond our fucking sessions, that is.

  Funny thing was, this is exactly the reaction I preferred from my conquests, so why did it irritate me so much when she did it? I got out of bed, seething. My body felt hot and restless.

  I headed over to the bathroom. Even the thought of her had my dick rising. I forewent the piss, and just got into the shower. I let the water and the memory of her mouth as she had sucked me nearly out of my mind, wash over me. I redirected my anger into pure lust and pumped myself brutally. I saw myself grabbing her hips and fucking her so damn hard she screamed for mercy. And still I didn’t stop.

  My release came and it was sweet, but it left me empty. I remember the shocking way I had come at the gun range. Never before had it felt like that. In fact, I was sure I had for a little while, lost consciousness of the world around me. For hours after I was still reeling, deep in thought, and nursing a longing that was nothing short of cruel.

  I switched off the water and leaned against the tiles. Alex always said life’s a funny thing. It’s all fun and games until someone loses a fucking eye. Yeah, I’d been fucking around all my life and now I was in danger of losing more than an eye. I pulled a towel around my hips.

  Even now, I felt dissatisfied. I knew without doubt I couldn’t go back to sleep. I had to finish what we begun…

  The mere thought of going in and out of her pussy, relishing the clench of her tight walls on my dick, had me opening my bedroom door and making my way towards her room.

  I pushed her door open, and walked in. She had turned on the AC too high, and the room was freezing cold. Certain that it would be much too cold for her, I turned it down and pulled open the draperies that hung over her windows. I cracked open a window to ensure some ventilation. The sky was starless.

  The only light was from the lamps outside seeping in from the crack in the draperies. Silently, I stood and watched her, hair fanned out over the pillow, and her lush body curved into a ball.

  Maybe she just prefers sleeping alone, a voice said in my head, and I felt my anger dissipate and in its place a totally foreign feeling of tenderness.

  Dropping the towel to the floor, I climbed into bed next to her. I was desperate for her flesh, but she was so deepl
y asleep she didn’t move even when my weight depressed the bed. I watched her for a little while more, unwilling to wake her when she so obviously needed the sleep, but my eyes slipped down to the curve of her neck and I saw the marks I’d left there. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I touched the silk of her face.

  She stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked, but didn’t seem afraid, or even startled. Instead, her gaze moved quickly and hungrily over my body and she seemed to relish the sight of my reclined position against her headboard and my upright cock.

  She lifted her arms to me in a childlike gesture and I knew then that she was still partly asleep. Her brain hadn’t kicked in fully, otherwise she would have held back. As she always did.

  I accepted the crush of her lips against mine. It was so innocent and so tender it knocked the breath out of me and sent the sweetest torrent of sensations racing into my veins. It crept its way to my heart. I fell back onto her bed as she rose to her knees and pulled her cotton nightgown over her head. She looked down at me. She was so beautiful it was as if I was looking at an angel, and for a second… I felt fear. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. How strange?

  My heart was alive!

  It hadn’t beat in this way for anyone. Not from the day my father had strangled my mother right in front of my eyes because he believed she had cheated on him, betrayed him with another man.

  April sat astride me, watching me, as she held my face in her hands, so softly, so delicately.

  With my eyes wide open in the blue light, her body looked like porcelain, beautiful and so fragile, but then she lifted her hips and impaled herself on my cock with the brutality of an impatient lover.

  A groan tore out of my throat…. my hands slid into her hair. “Go slow,” I said.

  Her gasp of pleasure was music to my years, soft… wrenching. This time I wanted her, slowly, deliberately. I wanted to savor all of this, until we exploded together. With all the other women, the peak had been everything. The cherry on top. With April, I wanted to savor every part of the cake.

  She writhed and ground against me, slowly; her wet, greedy cunt buttering my cock with her cream. Her eyes closed her face full of ecstasy as she teased and promised me mindless bliss.

  Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  With a hand around her, I rolled us over and plunged my cock into her. In the dim light, I saw the love bite on her neck. Like a man in a desert who sees a well full of cool water, I moved towards it. I buried my face in her neck and sucked on that shadow, and my tongue felt the blood that raced frantically underneath.

  She held me to her as though she would never let go as I began to rock her. She urged me on, eager to reach the edge, but I slowed her down, and showed her what I wanted between us.

  I took her nipple between my teeth and her back arched off the bed, bringing a smile to my face. The way she responded was real and without any pretense or artifice. She didn’t try to look sexy or hold back.

  Our hips rose and fell with my pace, shallow then deep, rapid and then excruciatingly slow. I savored each moment in her at some point almost forcing myself to swear that it would be my last. This was nothing but pure danger that I was sinking myself into.

  I told her to rest her ankles on my shoulders. She obeyed and immediately, I felt her pussy grip my cock so tightly, I cussed. My body began to shudder as we neared our peak, or perhaps it was hers, I couldn’t tell, I was slowly losing coherence. The edge was beckoning, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to go to it on my own. I wanted to take her with me.

  “Come, April. Let yourself come.”

  She came then, beautifully with a tortuous and nearly soundless scream that she couldn’t contain. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she moved her head and bit down on my shoulder.

  The violence was perfect. It set me off. As I exploded inside her, the image of her tears in my mind’s eyes brought such awe that I had to grip my hair. If I could cry, it would be for her and in this way too, willingly and without a single regret.

  For some weird reason, I thought of my father, his dark hands around the slender stem of my mother’s neck. And how she begged him, told him she needed him. I was eight years old and I learned an important lesson that night.

  Don’t trust anyone. Ever. Especially, if they tell you they need you.

  Chapter 25

  April

  This time it was me who fell asleep and it was him who left. I woke up to the sound of my alarm in an empty bed. He didn’t appear at breakfast and the next time I caught a glimpse of him was as he walked towards his car just before lunch. His gaze slid over me for a brief second before continuing on his way, Alex strolling behind him.

  Anger surged through me and before I could stop myself, I brought out my phone and called him. He didn’t pick up as I pictured him getting into his car. I kept dialing, desperate, or probably out of my mind to show that I too, could be cold and flippant when I spoke to him.

  Eventually, he picked up and didn’t say a word leaving me to take the stage with my pitiful play. I straightened my back and launched in, “You haven’t seen Yulia since yesterday.”

  I wanted an explanation from him, needed it, even though it was more for myself than the beautiful little girl.

  He gave none, and went on to pass out his next instruction, “A new psychologist will be flying in from the U.S to examine her today.” He paused. “I’ll send a car to pick both of you up at three. Be ready.” Then he ended the call.

  I almost flung the phone into the wall.

  “Bread must be left alone for it to rise. Not everything can be rushed,” Zelda said softly.

  Her voice broke through before I could admit to myself what was beginning to happen to me. I clenched my hands into fists and turned to her.

  It was wisdom that didn’t soothe me. She did not understand. I was falling in love with a man who took his pleasure then treated me as if I was a blob of gum on his shoe. Hiding my unhappiness, I went to check on Yulia and her tutor in the grand study on the second floor.

  At three exactly, a sleek Range Rover came for us.

  Yulia had picked out her outfit of a lace embellished denim dress. She’d complemented her outfit with a pair of brown boots and allowed me to curl her hair into soft waves. She looked heart-meltingly lovely.

  “You look gorgeous,” I said.

  She went to the trouble of taking her notebook out and wrote:

  Thank you, April. :-) So do you!

  I laughed. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was dressed in a pair of jeans I owned, and a loose T-shirt. My hair was still in the bun I had piled on the top of my head earlier that morning. By now, tendrils were escaping with a vengeance. I had no makeup and but a lick of lip balm across my lips.

  I wanted so badly to take a glimpse at the gigantic mirror in the foyer of the house as we passed by, for my own self-respect at least, however none of that had mattered in my nonchalant approach towards anything that had to do with Yuri, except his beautiful niece, of course.

  I turned as she nudged at me in the backseat with her notepad, and I took the pink stationery from her where she had scribbled.

  Where are we going?

  “To see your uncle,” I replied. “You haven’t seen him since yesterday, have you?”

  The light that had been in her eyes immediately dimmed.

  To my surprise, I noted that it had been replaced by outright fear and worry. She turned away from me, and once again, I was beyond confused. I lightly touched her arm, and tried to get her attention. “Yulia,” I called softly. “What’s wrong?”

  She didn’t respond or write another word until we arrived at Canary Wharf and pulled up in front of the wonder of steel and glass that was Volkov Industries.

  As I stared at the glistening skyscraper, I felt my first tiny bout of panic at my shabby appearance. For some reason, I had stupidly assumed we would be heading to a place that was similar to the construction yard where I went for my gun train
ing.

  The chauffeur pulled up and parked in front of the entrance of the building.

  To my dismay, I noticed the sophisticated influx and outflow of executives in polished oxfords and shoes. My back hunched with regret. I should have worn one of my two dresses. Anything would have been better than what I was wearing. “We’re at the main office?” I asked the chauffeur. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t see his expression, but I noted that even he was dressed with dignity in his pristine dark suit. It was with that insecure state of mind that I walked into the building with Yulia.

  We were seen immediately across the expansive, seemingly endless lobby made of marble. A man wearing a pink tie, he could have been gay or just effeminate, ran up to us and introduced himself as one of Mr. Volkov’s assistants. He told us his title, but it didn’t register. I was too self-conscious of being the only person who looked like a hobo.

  He took us past a row of flawlessly put together receptionists granting access and exit to authorized guests and herded us towards a transparent, private elevator.

  A middle-aged woman guided us after we’d been delivered by the man with the pink tie on the 14th floor. She took us to a different elevator where she had to tap her fingerprint and card to open the car’s doors.

  Yulia and I got in.

  With a kind smile, she said to us, “It will go straight to the top. Taylor will receive you there.”

  I wanted to ask if Taylor was male, because my battered esteem couldn’t cope with some beautiful assistant who looked at me with contempt, but I kept my mouth shut and rode the elevator with a very somber Yulia. I looked down at the hand she had in mine and it felt as if with every floor we passed, her hold was getting tighter and tighter.