The Doctor's Nanny

by Emerson Rose

  “Mine.”

  I circle her clit and bite her nipple gently to prove a point. She squirms in my arms and raises her head to look at me with a question in her eyes.

  I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but I must have. Time to deflect. I roll her onto the bed onto her stomach.

  “Crawl into the center and lie on your stomach.” She does as I ask and I stand and admire the view. A slice of light from the full moon streams across her backside. Her caramel tanned skin from a long day in the sun glows in the light and I have the urge to bite one of her round cheeks. I leave her for a moment to get a few things from my dresser drawer.

  When I return, I crawl up the bed and hover over her. I dip down to whisper in her ear and my cock rests in the crack of her ass.

  “Put your arms above your head.”

  She slides her arms over her head. I reach up and click a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. Her head pops up and she yanks her wrists taut. I feel her tense under me and before she can voice a protest, I proactively speak into her ear again.

  “Trust me.”

  “But…”

  “Uh, uh, uh. You can do this.” I gently press her head down and watch her blink several times in an attempt to relax.

  “Breathe in and out, in and out.” My voice is hypnotic and raspy with desire. She believes I’m in control. Little does she know, I’m close to losing it. I close my eyes and breathe with her until her pulse isn’t pounding in the side of her neck.

  I rise and reach for one of the throw pillows on the bed and tuck it under her belly lifting her ass to a perfect angle and nudge her legs apart. I lean back and rest my ass on my heels between her legs taking her in. I’d like a picture of her like this but given her recent trauma with visual media, I leave the camera for another time.

  I open a bottle of lotion that was with my cuffs in my dresser and squirt a white line down the back of her legs. Hypersensitive, she jumps at the feel of the cool lotion on her skin. I lay my hands on her calves and smooth the lotion over her flesh massaging her legs until I reach the curves under her cheeks.

  Spreading the lotion upward with my fingers and spreading her crack open with my thumbs with every stroke I feel her tense in anticipation. The metal of the handcuffs clinks together when she grabs the comforter and wads it in her hands.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are like this. If I didn’t want you so badly, I could massage every inch of you for hours.”

  She moans and I take advantage of the moment while she’s thinking about my words to lean in and lick her seam from her wet pussy to the tight pucker of her ass.

  “Ah God, Drake.”

  I was right. She tastes delicious, sweet like a juicy peach. In fact, everything about her reminds me of a peach, her slick mound, her tempting full ass, the smell of her skin, her breasts.

  I slide my hands under her and hike up her hips a little more and bury my face in between her legs massaging her pussy with my thumbs with every long lick of my tongue.

  She squirms and I swat her on the ass just enough to get her attention. She stills, stunned by the sting. I kiss the red spot my hand left on her skin and watch the small of her back arch with every pant of her breath.

  As much as I love this, I can’t wait any longer to be inside her. I slide the pillow out from under her belly and flip her over. On my hands and knees hovering over her, we look at one another in the dark. The moonlight has moved off the bed, but it’s still light enough for me to see an outline of her face. Six months ago, I would have turned on the light to penetrate her with a seductive stare while I fucked her.

  Now, I can’t look anyone straight in the eye. Everything I see is from my peripheral and looking at her sideways during such an intimate moment like this would feel odd.

  I raise her cuffed hands over her head lengthening her body and displaying her breasts beautifully.

  “Stay like this.” She nods and I reach across the mattress for a condom. Her eyes lower, watching me roll it onto my rock-hard length. I bend her knees and kiss the inside of her leg from ankle to her sex. I tease her for a moment with light kisses on her mound.

  One more moan out of her and I’m on my knees sliding her legs over my shoulders. I thrust my cock into her hot wet pussy like a man possessed, because I am. Possessed with a desire to bring this woman more pleasure than she can stand.

  Hands pressed to the mattress, I slide in and out deeply and rotate my hips until she’s on the edge and so am I. The greedy dominant man that I am wants to see just how far I can push her.

  “Don’t come, Tiana. Wait until I say.”

  “What? I can’t…” she pants opening her eyes wide.

  “Do your best; do it for me.”

  She looks frazzled and confused, but she relaxes under me and I know she’s doing it, holding off, waiting.

  “You feel so good, I don’t want this to ever end. I could fuck your perfect pussy forever.”

  She looks up at me nearly horrified at the thought of being fucked forever with no release. I smile and pick up the pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together bounces off the walls and our moans and heavy breathing become more and more frantic.

  “Okay, baby, come for me, let go.”

  Her body tenses and arches taking me deeper, bringing us closer. I feel her sex pulsing around my cock when I let go with a roar clawing at the comforter.

  My heart is pounding against my ribs and I’m gasping for breath, not from physical exertion. I’m blissed out, sated, and astonished at how this woman has me twisted up inside.

  I lower her legs off my shoulders and bring her arms down between us and unlock them with the key on the bed next to us. I rub her wrists and lay her limp arms over her flat belly.

  “How do you feel?”

  “No words,” she replies.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m not done with you, you know? I have plans for you for the next few hours.”

  She lifts her eyebrows and inhales a deep breath.

  “I’ll try to keep up,” she says with a shrug and I sit back and pull her into my lap.

  “We can rest in between. I may have to feed you again, too, but I think you’ll survive.”

  I reach up and trace her face with the tip of my finger ending with a tap on her bottom lip. She glances out the window next to the bed and I sense I’ve lost her undivided attention.

  “Jayden can’t see us, or hear us, and he has no idea you’re over here.”

  She closes her eyes and her lush lashes fan her cheeks like the costume of a Vegas showgirl. I cup her cheek and pull her to my chest.

  “I know, I’m sorry. I just feel guilty blatantly going against his wishes when he made it so clear he would rather we not see each other.”

  She’s so much more submissive than I gave her credit for. She has a sassy independent side but she also has a strong desire to follow orders and please. This knowledge makes me fall a little bit more for her.

  “Tiana, you’re an adult, and Jayden forbade you from seeing me for no reason other than he thinks I’ll hurt you and I will not.”

  A pang of guilt pierces my chest when I lie. If we keep this up, she’s in for a world of hurt and so am I. When she finds out I’m going blind, she’ll be gone. I can’t imagine not ever having this woman in my bed again, but she deserves so much more than what I am going to become.

  Tiana states, “I know. He has my best interest at heart, though, he’s trying to protect me in any way he can. I think he feels guilty about not being there for me in New York, but that’s absurd. That was all my fault, nobody could have saved me from that mess.”

  “You’re right, he’s a good man and he loves you, and he’s also my best friend. If it makes you feel better, we can keep this under wraps. We don’t know where this is going, you might hate me again tomorrow anyway.”

  She laughs softly and her hand drifts over my abdominal muscles. “I don’t think so, you’re sort of growing on me.”

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��Growing indeed.” I push my hips forward making her aware of my returning erection. “I’m almost ready for round two.”

  “So, what’s next? Whips, chains, blindfolds, rope?” she says and I feel her smile against my chest.

  “No whips,” I answer unsure if she’s joking around or if she’s actually had a relationship like this before. I stroke her arm up and down and wait for her to respond and she doesn’t.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking about ropes, blindfolds, and chains.”

  “How do you feel about ropes, blindfolds, and chains?”

  “I think I feel good about them.”

  “I thought you would.”

  Chapter 15

  Tiana

  It’s three in the morning. Jayden has texted me every hour checking on me. I answer him every time and assure him that I am fine and hanging with my friend Katie at her house. Every time I feel guiltier, but Drake’s touch and the promise of yet another new experience with him draw me back into his bed.

  He isn’t pressuring me to stay, he’s asked me more than once if I want to go but I can’t bring myself to leave him. Sex with Drake is like being a freshman in high school. You leave junior high thinking you’re the shit and that you know everything. But on your first day of high school, you realize you’re clueless.

  I mean, I’m not inexperienced. I’ve had a few boyfriends and a couple of hookups in college before I made my no-hookup rule. Technically, Drake could be considered a hookup since we aren’t dating per se and we’re having sex, but I feel something for him. It’s not just the sex, he’s complicated and kind and dominant and I like being in his company, even when he’s driving me crazy.

  I understand him a little better now. His bossy ways and his authoritative aura are Marine qualities, but they’re also qualities of a dominant man who knows what he wants. I don’t like being told what to do outside the bedroom, but here within these four walls I think I’d do anything he asked me to do, and more.

  It’s like a switch is flipped and all my aggression and defiance toward him are gone. I happily hand him the reins and let him lead me into paradise as he says. And I do it repeatedly.

  My muscles feel like jelly and I don’t think there is another orgasm in my body to be had. Although, I’m sure Drake would try to conjure one up. I need to go and put Jayden’s mind at ease, but we’ve just finished a bath and shower. I have no makeup left on my face and my hair is wet. There’s no way I can walk into the house like this without him suspecting something.

  “I can dry your hair for you if you want.”

  He knows I’m worried.

  “No offense, but I don’t think you have the tools here to put me back the way I was when I left the house tonight.”

  “Hmm, why don’t you just tell him you’re staying with your friend and in the morning when you go home tell him you showered at her house?”

  That’s an option and I’ve thought of it but it wouldn’t relieve Jayden’s mind. He won’t sleep until I’m safe in my bed and I know it.

  “I could but…”

  “But your brother won’t sleep until he lays eyes on you,” Drake says, perceptively.

  “Right.”

  Wrapped in his arms under the comforter, I am so content. I should be diagnosed clinically insane for even considering leaving his bed. I’m not at all sure I can walk across the lawn on my wobbly legs anyway.

  “Can you hand me my phone? I’m going to see how he reacts.” Drake passes me my phone from the night table. I’ve had it on his charger so it doesn’t die. That’s all I need is for Jayden to call the police because he can’t get ahold of me.

  I can just see it now; Drake and I are lying in his bed and suddenly red and blue lights start flashing through the window. When we look out cop cars are filling my driveway to form a search party with their giant flashlights cutting wide swaths through the night.

  I text him that I’m tired and Katie has invited me to stay with her rather than drive home at this hour. He texts me back immediately that he will come and get me if I want.

  I groan, “He wants to come and get me. He’s probably going nuts.”

  “You could say, no thank you, I’m already comfortable and that you’ll call him in the morning. It’s not a lie.”

  Why not? I type out Drake’s suggestion and Jayden reluctantly accepts my plan. There isn’t much he can do anyway other than to demand to pick me up or threaten to come looking for me. I wouldn’t put it past him to do either.

  “He says he doesn’t like it, but okay.”

  Drake flops his head against the padded headboard and blows out a long breath.

  “Good, great, perfect. I get to keep you all night.”

  I look over at the clock on his bedside table, “It’s almost morning already. I’m usually getting up two hours from now.”

  “I can do a lot in two hours.”

  “You’ve already proven that.”

  “And I’m going to prove it some more, come here.” I shriek when he pulls me on top of him and presses his long hard cock against my sex. He is insatiable. I didn’t even know men could keep getting hard as often as he does. I didn’t know a lot of things before tonight, including that I like it when Drake is in charge.

  The last time I glanced at the clock it was six a.m. Drake is usually up at five and I have a new job to start at ten. It’s going to be a rough day.

  I roll onto my back and wait for my foggy sleep-deprived mind to remember where I am. I toss my arm over my eyes to block out the sun that’s streaming in through the window.

  I turn my head both ways looking for Drake but the tangled sheets are empty. I look at the time, it’s nine a.m. Shit, I need to go to work. I should call Jayden. God, please let him be at the base so I can slip in and get ready in peace.

  I scramble off the bed but when my feet hit the floor I hesitate before standing. I’m light headed and weak. I need to hurry but I feel like I just completed a triathlon.

  My phone is propped up against the lamp on Drake’s bedside table and there is a protein bar and a bottle of water next to it. He’s left me a breakfast of sorts.

  I pick up my phone and tap the screen to bring it to life. It opens directly into the photo app and a picture of me sleeping peacefully in Drake’s bed fills the screen. I smile at the thought of him watching me sleep.

  No time to sit around being sappy. I have some lies to tell my big brother and a diner to get to. I exit the photo app and open the text app. I’m not surprised to find two messages from Jayden.

  --Are you running today?

  --Call me when you wake up.

  Run? I may never run again. Walking very slowly sounds about right for now.

  I eat the protein bar and gag a little, I hate the things but they serve a purpose and I really need the energy. An alarm goes off on my phone. It’s 9:15 a.m., I don’t have an alarm set for this time. I shut it off. Drake must have set it for me so I wouldn’t be late to work.

  My clothes have been folded and set on a chair and my shoes are on the floor directly under it. A place for everything and everything in its place, that’s a Marine for you.

  I dress and peek out the window looking for Jayden’s car. It’s gone, thank you, Lord. My phone vibrates in my hand and I jump. This sneaking around has only just started and I’m a bumbling mess.

  It’s a text from Drake.

  --Good morning, beautiful girl. I had to go for a run and leave for work. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you woke up. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Leave the bed like it is. I want to smell you on my sheets tonight. Jayden left for the base at seven, you should be fine to go home and get ready for work. Have a great first day. –D

  This man is damn near perfect, how on earth is he still single at his age? I look around to make sure I have everything and eye the bed. It’s begging to be made but he said to leave it, so I’ll leave it.

  My hand is on the doorknob when I hear a door open d
ownstairs. Shit, who would be coming into Drake’s house when he’s not home? My heart starts to pound and panic floods my veins. Is it Jayden? Did he figure out what’s going on and decide to confront me and drag me home?

  I tip-toe across the floor and look out the window. Jayden’s car isn’t in our driveway and I can’t see Drake’s from here. What if it’s the wacko who’s threatening me? Oh my God, I need to get out of here.

  I hear someone coming up the stairs and consider jumping out the window until I look at the twenty-five-foot drop.

  “Yoo-hoo, Drake. I told you I’m not a woman to be ignored. If you don’t start calling me back, I’m going to…” The door opens and a beautiful, immaculately dressed middle-aged woman gasps when she sees me.

  “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know my Drake had company, he never has anyone…” Her voice trails off and her eyes drift to the torn-up bed and then back to me. Her face brightens like a kid about to blow the candles out on their birthday cake.

  She clasps her hands together and clicks across the floor on stilettos that even I can’t imagine walking in.

  “You’re seeing my son? Oh, thank you, baby Jesus!”

  When she reaches me, she places her hands on my shoulders and then my cheeks.

  “And you’re so beautiful!” She pulls me into a bear hug and I lift my hands to return the gesture with much less enthusiasm.

  “Um, thank you.” This is rather uncomfortable for me but she seems to have no problem hugging a strange woman in the middle of her son’s bedroom where it’s obvious that we’ve recently had sex.

  “What is your name, darling? I’m Drake’s mother, Giselle. You have no idea how happy I am to meet you.”

  I’m stunned by her forward energy but she gives off a wonderful vibe, I like her already.

  “Tiana, it’s nice to meet you,” I respond, stunned.

  She smiles even wider if that’s possible and glances around the room.

  “Is my son here, sugar?”