Nanny and the Beast

by Georgia Le Carre

  His hands were on my hips and pulling my jeans down.

  "Yuri," I whispered desperately.

  "No, I'm going to fuck you right here," he said. "I need to be inside of you right now.... I need to taste your sweet pussy, April.” Pushing up my blouse he traced hard rapid kisses down my torso and then onto my sex.

  The way he opened his mouth and covered my wet slick pussy made my back arch off the bed. I moaned feverishly as his tongue dug deep into my opening to lap up my juices, and his teeth nipped at my swollen, sensitive clit.

  “Yuri, please?” I cried softly, but he refused to slow down.

  His fingers joined the assault and I wanted to jump out of my skin. I kept a hand over my mouth, and the other on the duvet, tugging it violently to contain my sanity.

  With rhythmic urgent thrusts, he finger-fucked me, his hand across my chest to pin me to the bed, while he ravished my pussy. I came with a maddened rush, my mouth opening in a cry. Thank God, his hand went over my mouth.

  Oh, my god. Oh, my fucking god. My gaze hazed over as I was overcome by the waves upon waves of earth shattering ecstasy washing over me.

  The captain’s announcement came through the speakers as Yuri pounced on me. "Let's return back to earth with the plane," he said.

  Somehow, I found the ability to laugh. I pulled him up to me to hide the tears that had pooled in my eyes and kissed him, my tongue dancing playfully with his as I savored the taste of my cum in his mouth. Soon he was poised at my entrance and I held my breath, my crazed pussy pulsing with emptiness and need, unable to wait for his possession.

  He slammed into me, and all the nerves in my body tightened as he stretched and filled me the way no one else ever had. My walls milked his thick cock, greedily. He began to ram into me, his thrusts, hard and fast, and oh so sweet, I couldn't contain myself. Yuri I heard myself cry out. “Ah, fuck , fuuuuc-"

  He crushed his lips to mine, and I realized how out of control I was.

  "Keep your voice down,” he said into my mouth.

  The warning barely registered with me. I grabbed hold of his firm buttocks and rocked my hips against his, my legs encircling him so that I could take him as deep as possible. "Oh God,” I cried hoarsely, as my body began to convulse.

  I missed you. I fucking missed you, Yuri Volkov.

  I came hard, as he pounded brutally on my clit to wrench every last bit of pleasure that he could get out of the delicious assault. My legs were flailing in all directions as I trembled, and when Yuri exploded in me, I nearly lost it. I took him, all of him and held on desperately to his neck. He kissed me burying his cries in me, and in that moment, I knew that there was no way the entire airplane wasn't aware of what was going on.

  I couldn't have given less of a fuck, until I remembered Yulia. Even so, I couldn't let go of Yuri. I broke the kiss and buried my face in his neck, my brain as alive as the rest of my body.

  He brushed my sweat plastered hair away from my forehead and gazed with amusement into my eyes.

  I don’t think that I’d ever seen him so light hearted. I was suddenly so shy, and tried to turn away but he wouldn't let me.

  The captain’s announcement came again and my eyes widened in realization.

  "We've landed,” he said with a laugh, as he slipped his cock out of me, slick with juices from us both.

  Chapter 39

  April

  Yulia was full of energy and bounce when we landed, while I on the other hand after being worn out by Yuri, was feeling lazy, almost in a dreamy state.

  However, I didn't want to fall asleep. The light was fading as we arrived, but as we passed through the stone gates, I could already see that he'd really meant a chateau. Whoa! Made from yellow sandstone, it rose from the ground like something out of a fairytale.

  The front doors were tall and imposing and more security men streamed out. We got out of the car and walked the steps to the entrance while Yuri and Alex went to talk to the men. As we stood at the front entrance waiting for them to join us, I looked around. For miles and miles around as far as the eye could see were vineyards and farmland. It was incredibly beautiful and serene. I could live here forever.

  The foyer was at least thrice the size of the one in a London.

  A stern-faced woman in a black dress came to meet us. She introduced herself as Lyudmila and asked if we wanted to explore the house first, or go straight to our bedrooms. I was too tired to explore so we climbed up a stone staircase and went to our rooms.

  My bedroom gave off Louis the 15th vibes with huge tapestries, grand brocade curtains, and gilded furniture. A massive four-poster, canopied bed was perched on a wooden platform. I had never slept in one before and I gave a squeal of delight. I’d always dreamed of sleeping in one.

  As soon as Lyudmila left, I looked at Yulia. “Shall we?”

  She looked at me curiously.

  Without saying a word, I ran to the bed, jumping on it then bounced up and down on the mattress.

  With a big grin, she followed my example. We were really going for it when Yuri came in. Instantly, Yulia stopped.

  “You want to go to your room now?” I asked her.

  She nodded and walked away.

  “Hey,” I said almost shyly.

  He moved closer and looked at me sitting cross-legged on the bed.

  Suddenly I felt awkward. He’d just seen me behaving in a very childish way. "Um…how old is this place?" I asked as casually as I could.

  "My grandfather bought it when my father was just a little boy and made renovations to the entire place. It dates back to the 16th century, I believe.”

  "Wow," I said my eyes studying the innate portraits on the wall. “I know so little about the architecture of that century. There's so much to learn from here.”

  "Well, there's nothing at all to learn tonight. We need to take a shower."

  I cocked my eyebrow as he moved closer. “We?”

  “We," he repeated.

  I couldn't stop the flush of pleasure that spread up my face. Playfully, I tried to roll off the bed so I would land on the other side, but he was too fast. He grabbed my leg and pulled me back to the edge. I burst into a laughter that was belly deep. He threw me over his shoulders and headed off into the bathroom. It was elegant, my eyes rounded at the standalone gold tub in the center of the room. Yup, no denying it, Russians sure liked their glitz.

  He led me to the shower and began to tear at my clothes.

  "Are we going to be just showering?" I asked cheekily.

  "Of course not," he hissed, as he took my nipple in his mouth. "We have a week. The only time my cock is not going to be in your pussy is when you're asleep and even then there is the strong possibility I could try."

  I couldn't stop my laughter. "I'm not going to be getting much sleep am I?"

  "You can sleep when our week is over,” he said as he brushed my hair gently out of my face. He was smiling, but his eyes looked desolate.

  Please don’t look at me that way I pleaded with him in my mind. Otherwise, this week would become the most tragic of my life. "I take it then that you won't be staying in your room much,” I said as lightly as I could.

  "This is our room," he said.

  My eyes widened in shock. Before I could give any sort of protest, he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I melted completely into his arms.

  Chapter 40

  April

  We made mad passionate love twice more during the night. I didn’t want Yulia to find me in bed with her uncle, so I planned on waking up at nearly six in order to get into her bedroom by seven and explain to her.

  I was afraid she might think it was a betrayal if I didn’t explain the situation properly.

  I opened my eyes and found his head was on my chest, cushioned against my breasts. He had his arm around my waist, almost locking me in place. I experienced a deep feeling of wonder fill my being, as I watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Asleep, he was glorious. Muscles rose and dipped down his back and a
t the base was the view of his round firm ass partially covered by the duvet tangled around his legs.

  Time passed. I didn’t want to break the connection. I stroked his hair, gently and kissed the top of his head as I sighed. I just didn’t want to break the moment, until I remembered Yulia. I jumped then, and it startled him awake.

  "I'm so sorry," I apologized, my heart fluttering madly as his blue eyes fixed on mine.

  He stretched and my mouth hung open at the ripple of muscles. I began to pull myself away but he held me down.

  Now, I was underneath his arms. “I need to go to Yulia. I don’t want her to find out about us by seeing us in bed together.”

  “Don’t worry your pretty little head. That’s all be taken care of. Yulia has gone horseback riding with Alex. She left at six. You thought I’d let her interrupt me while I’m fucking you?”

  “I should be so lucky.” Vaguely irritated at the high-handed way he’d taken control, I began to push at him, but he wouldn't let me leave.

  Instead, he poked his tongue into my navel and somehow it all became amusing. I collapsed into hysterical laughter. He joined me, his rich voice rolling across the room.

  "Yuri," I murmured.

  “Yes.”

  "I really just wanted to breathe, I'm not running away."

  He leaned down to plant the softest of kisses on my forehead. Slowly, he traced kisses down my cheeks and to my jaw.

  I was fast losing my train of thought, especially when I felt his cock harden against my thigh. "What are our plans for the day?"

  "Very simple. I’m fucking you till ten. Then you have a two hours break. After which I want you to come to my study to be sucked off. You have another hour break then we have a picnic planned this afternoon in the vineyard."

  "You have a vineyard?" I asked.

  His mouth covered my nipple. “Mmm…80 hectares."

  "Fuck," I said.

  He came up chuckling. "Were you making a request, or expressing a comment about the size of my vineyard?”

  "You're beautiful when you laugh," I whispered.

  He laughed so hard that he got off me and collapsed on the bed beside me.

  I took the chance and sat astride him, deliberately and slowly rubbing my pussy against his hard length. “What is so funny?” I asked.

  "I’ve never been called beautiful."

  "So what then are you called?"

  His hands came up and curled around my hips. "The word I hear the most is bastard."

  I stopped. "Is that literal?"

  "It is not."

  I carried on rubbing myself on him. "Then you must annoy people quite often."

  "It’s an occupational hazard,” he dismissed, holding my gaze. "You're not going to answer my question?"

  I gave him a profuse smile. "I meant the vineyard.”

  “Shame,” he murmured, the smile slowly disappearing from his face. Holding me by the waist, he lifted me away from him.

  I took his shaft in my hand and with my eyes on his, positioned it over my entrance.

  Then he pushed me down onto the thick head of his cock, as his eyelids fluttered dreamily.

  Chapter 41

  April

  An hour later and we were all seated on a large mat somewhere in the middle of the eighty hectares of vines. Yuri and I were beside each other while Yulia and Alex were opposite.

  My idea of a picnic was cold chicken sandwiches, some cans of soda, and some cupcakes. What was on the mat was a lavish feast with platters of all kinds of meats, pasta, salad, pickled treats, bread, sweets, cakes, pastries, three bottles of rich red wine that the vineyard produced.

  I gazed at Yuri as he opened a bottle of wine. This was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him in a pair of dark jeans and a loose white T-shirt. His hair was all over the place in light wind tousled waves, and his eyes were sparkling.

  He poured a glass of Merlot for me and I lifted it to my lips. At the rich, mellow taste, I shut my eyes and nodded approvingly.

  He laughed and quarter filled another glass with Petit Verdot. "This is a bit drier," he said.

  Just before I took a sip, I glanced towards our audience.

  Yulia looked like she was about to burst into tears while Alex just stared at Yuri with a disbelieving look in his eyes.

  "Yulia are you okay?" I asked.

  She dropped her gaze and picked disinterestedly at her food.

  I turned to Yuri, and met him watching her too. With a touch to his arm, I silently urged him to speak to her.

  "Yulia," he called.

  She responded immediately by looking up at him, her face fearful.

  I really couldn’t understand why she was so afraid of him when he seemed not only to have such a deep love for her, but was also so protective of her.

  Alex's phone began to ring then. He picked it up, his gaze on Yuri. He listened for a moment and then fired off some rapid Russian instructions before turning to Yuri then he said something to him, also in Russian.

  Yuri frowned and nodded.

  Both men rose to their feet. Yuri turned to Yulia and gave her a gentle smile. It changed his entire stern outlook.

  Once, all I could see was a rude beast of man, now I saw through the cracks the bright light inside him.

  "I'll be back soon," he said to me. "The afternoon was planned with a bicycle ride on the beach, but you can do that with Yulia."

  I didn't want Yuri to leave. I could feel my heart sinking. With a warm squeeze on my shoulder, he strolled away with Alex and I hoped whatever it was he was going to he wouldn't return in a bad mood.

  I turned to Yulia and decided to speak frankly with her since we were alone. I had only a few more days left and I needed to get to the root of this intense fear she had of her uncle. "Honey," I called and she raised her head to me. "Are you all right?"

  She nodded.

  “Will you tell me if something was wrong?”

  She thought about it then nodded slowly.

  “Are you afraid of your uncle?”

  She swallowed hard and swung her head to look at the departing men.

  “Are you?” I prompted.

  She bit her lip.

  “You can tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

  Slowly, she nodded her head.

  “Can you tell me why?”

  Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears.

  It broke my heart to see how hurt she was. I reached over and pulled her into my arms. “It’s okay. Don’t cry. Whatever it is we’ll work it out together, okay?”

  She didn’t say a word after that, so slightly frustrated, I let it go.

  Finally, after a while we were done eating.

  One of the workers, named Anton came and smiled at us. He had leathery face and he wore a cap. "Do you both want to pick some grapes?"

  I looked at Yulia and my heart warmed when her excitement seemed to be returning.

  Half an hour later, we were below vines of grapes and eating more than we were harvesting. I took a little water bottle with me so whenever Yulia wanted to slip one in her mouth she brought it over and I washed it for her. They were fat, richly colored and extremely sweet.

  I didn't want them to upset Yulia's stomach, so we handed over our fruits to Anton. After that, we went with Brain and two other security staff to the beach.

  "The chateau is close to the Omaha beach,” Anton said.

  I was already exhausted but I could see that Yulia's whole face had lit up. Two bicycles were brought to us, a tiny pink one for her. We cycled along the beach, then we stopped at a cove and swam and played in the sand. It was wonderful spending time with Yulia, but all the time my thoughts kept drifting back to Yuri.

  The sun was hot and both of us were near falling asleep. By the time we returned to the chateau, my body was hurting a little bit more than usual and I fell on my bed and fell almost immediately asleep.

  Chapter 42

  Yuri

  It was almost midnight when I returned. I’d wanted t
o spend as much of the day with April and Yulia, but unscheduled urgent meetings had kept Alex and I occupied for most of the day.

  I didn't want to turn on the light, so I took a quick shower and turned in. I laid down beside her, my heart beating just a little bit too fast. Spending last night with April had been the best sleep I’d had in as long as I could remember. The windows were open, so the cool summer breeze could come in, but when I pulled her into my arms, I found her body was burning up and she was covered in sweat.

  "April," I called.

  She came awake and smiled, a sweet, innocent smile.

  It went straight to my heart.

  "Yuri?" she whispered.

  "You're burning up'"

  She lay her head on my chest. "It’s nothing. I always get fevers for no reason. I'll sleep it off,” she said, drowsily. "I'll be fine tomorrow."

  The next morning came and a doctor had to be called. Her fever didn't go down during the night despite the cold cloth I continuously ran all over her body.

  "I'm fine," she said to me with a flushed face and a weakened tone. "This is nothing. I've ridden out worse fevers than this. It’s probably just too much sun. I usually get better after taking a couple of painkillers."

  I sighed. The casual way she was dismissing her illness made me think of her foster upbringing. "How hard was growing up for you?"

  She shrugged. "Hard is not the word I would use. I moved around a lot. And I was angry a lot. That's what I remember most. Oh, and I also felt abandoned a lot, but you know... I didn’t take it personally, at least I tried not to.” She shrugged again. “I told you before that my mom gave me up when I was Yulia’s age, right?” She looked directly at me.

  I nodded. This wasn’t the time to tell her that I’d done some research and found her mother and she was the mother of the woman who tried to sit next to me at Grosvenor House Hotel.