Protecting Her Heart: A Lesbian Billionaire And Her Nanny Romance

by Berri Fox

  With Tiffany, it feels natural for me to fall into a more submissive position. I feel submissive naked underneath her with my arms pinned above my head.

  I know she would stop if I asked, but I don’t want her to stop. I want her to keep going.

  I spread my legs more to give her full access to my body. I want her to have her way with me. She sits up a bit keeping me pinned and smiles as I move.

  She reaches into the drawer next to her desk and pulls out a pair of wrist restraints. She secures my wrists in them and then attaches them to the bed.

  With both of her hands now free, she runs her hands over my body. She lightly runs her nails down my torso and sits back on her knees.

  The teasing is almost too much to handle. She knows what I want, but she’s not giving it to me yet.

  She keeps doing this, stopping occasionally to squeeze my breasts and play with my nipples. I didn’t know sex could feel this great.

  I’ve had the occasional fling and a few college romances, but nothing has compared to this. I’m certainly not inexperienced, but I feel like all of this is entirely new.

  She reaches down between my legs and begins to finger me. Her other hand continues to explore my body.

  The movement is so simple, but so electric. I always thought that I would be the best at getting myself off, but she’s pleasuring my body in ways I never have.

  I try to take note of what she’s doing, but the sensations are completely overwhelming. I wonder to myself why nobody else has ever made me feel like this before.

  I thrust my hips against her hand, wanting more of her. She obliges and I feel her fingers fill and manipulate me.

  When I go to the BDSM nights at the shop, I’ve always been curious if it felt better. Now I know it does. It’s so much more passionate and intense.

  I haven’t felt this way in past relationships. I haven’t opened myself up in those relationships either. I’ve always closed myself off.

  After watching first-hand how messily my parents’ relationship fell apart, I knew I didn’t want that for myself. I wanted to be independent and take care of myself. I didn’t need to open up to anyone.

  I made a few exceptions in the past, but no one has ever made me feel like this. I was comfortable with being alone. I thought that was my fate. Now Tiffany is showing me how much more you can feel with someone else.

  I’m completely at her mercy. It’s a position I never thought I would be in.

  Still, it’s just sex right now. Nothing more.

  But damn is it good sex. Definitely the best I ever had.

  There’s something more as well. I know it wouldn’t feel this good if there wasn’t more there.

  I’m offering my body so wholly to her because I trust her. And I trust her because I’m feeling myself falling for her.

  I like her. I like her a lot. And I desperately wanted her to make me feel just like this.

  Now I’m getting my wish. And I’m about to have the best orgasm of my life.

  She continues to finger me and play with my clit until I come. I feel the familiar knot of tension release as wave after wave of pleasure rips through my body.

  It’s something that feels almost familiar, but I know it’s not. I’ve never had an orgasm this good in my life. I want to keep going, but my body is spent.

  I pant heavily, laying on the bed after the orgasm. She gives me a kiss and undoes my wrists. They ache just a bit from where I pulled on the restraints. I rub them out of instinct. I sit up in bed and kiss her.

  “That was amazing,” I say, breathily.

  She kisses me back. “Now you can do it to me,” she says.

  She turns away from me and bends over on all fours. She looks back at me and smiles. She looks incredibly sexy from this position. I have a fantastic view of all of her goods.

  And I know exactly what she wants me to do.

  I lean forward and begin to eat her out. She moans and grinds her hips against me. I use my tongue to tease her clit and add in some fingers to thrust in and out of her.

  I can tell how much she’s enjoying this. I do my best to show her as good of a time as she’s shown me.

  When she finishes, she finishes just as hard as I did. She moans loudly and her body spasms through the orgasm.

  When she’s done, she falls on her side, panting. I cuddle into her. She wraps her arms around me, holding me.

  I give her a kiss and she kisses me back. This kiss is just as passionate, but less urgent. We’re silently thanking each other for the good time.

  I try not to think too hard about what we just did or what it means. I’m worried if I do, I’ll start to feel nervous or shy. I just want to lay here and kiss her. I want to focus on the way her body feels against mine.

  We keep kissing and holding each other. I don’t know what will come next, but this may have been the best night of my life.

  Fourteen

  Tiffany

  Light from the morning sun streams past my blinds, causing me to stir in my sleep. The weight of a delicate arm resting across my chest confuses me, until I realize it must be Ana sleeping in my bed after a bad dream. “Sweetheart, I told you there aren’t really monsters under the bed.”

  “Hmm?” A different and deeper voice, not belonging to my daughter, questions me. “What are you talking about Tiffany?”

  Memories of last night come flooding back to me as I turn to meet Rachel’s sultry and sleepy eyes. Her plump lips are turned down into a frown, and I remember kissing them last night as she whispered my name. “Nothing, I just forgot you were here.”

  “Last night wasn’t memorable for you?” She seems slightly offended, and I have to re-phrase.

  “Oh it was.” I smirk, placing a kiss against her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

  She does, smiling in her delirious state before settling back into the bedsheets.

  I lie awake next to her, my heart suddenly pounding as I realize what I’ve just done. My stomach turns as I imagine Annabelle in Rachel’s place, and I close my eyes to erase the image of the sleeping woman from my mind.

  I haven’t been this close to another woman since Annabelle’s passing, and it frightens me. Last night I let Rachel in, and I let her witness parts of me I fully intended to keep hidden for the rest of my life. Guilt weighs me down but I try my best to slip out of bed without waking Rachel.

  I have to get out of here. I quickly throw on a pants suit, not bothering to brush my hair as I rush out the door. When I pass Anastasia’s bedroom, I continue on without looking back, knowing she would be disappointed in me too.

  After a hectic car ride, filled with several sighs and internal debates about whether or not to turn back, I finally arrive at my office. “No calls.” I can’t stand to look the secretary in the eye as I hurry to my desk, but I hear her call after me as I speed by.

  “Of course Mrs. Wake. I’ll have Jordan block your schedule.” She types something on the computer, calling my personal assistant on the phone before I slam my office door closed harder than I intended.

  Though I’m surrounded by paperwork, there’s no possible way I can get anything done. An attempt to work on the mall project just sent my mind reeling with thoughts of Rachel. Between the intensity of last night and the fear I felt before I fled this morning, I’m at a loss for what to do.

  Tossing my papers aside, I get up and begin to pace around the room. “I can’t get any closer to her,” I decide out loud. “What was I thinking when I fell for the enemy in the first place?”

  Not only did I delay the shopping mall plans by offering Rachel that extension, but I hired her as my nanny and let her get too intimate with me and with Ana. If she had just accepted my initial payment for saving my darling daughter in the first place, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Now, I’m stuck trying to prevent the inevitable doom of both our business and personal relationships.

  “Tiffany, is everything okay in there? You’ve been stomping around for an hour now.” It’s Jordan, knocking
softly at the door as he awaits my answer.

  I contemplate making a snide comment about how this is the first time I’ve seen him come near my office this week, but I reconsider. “I’m fine, just keep pushing all my calls until I tell you otherwise.”

  I can practically hear him rolling his eyes through the door. “Will do, just don’t forget about your meeting with the board later today, we can’t push that one.”

  As soon as his footsteps fade, I go back to pacing. An idea finally hits me, and I know what I have to do. I begin a long text message to Rachel, addressing all of the issues I identified about our doomed relationship. All of the issues I identified in the past hour are listed, and I end with the fact that we have to keep things professional.

  I sigh as I read over it and think about staying professional with her, at least until the conference where we will part ways amicably. She’s a good person, but it just won’t work between us. Besides, Rachel will get to keep her store and I’ll have the international business I’ve been working for.

  Just as I’m about to hit send, I hear another knock at my door. “Jordan, I told you I don’t need your help right now.” I hold my head in my hands and delete the entire message in frustration, knowing I never planned to send it anyways.

  “Tiffany Wake, this is Officer Jenson.” My heart beats wildly in my chest, and I instantly fear for Ana’s safety.

  “Is my daughter okay?” I throw the door open, my eyes wide as I imagine the kidnapper coming back.

  The young officer nods his head, his blue eyes shining. “Yes, ma’am, she’s fine. I actually came to talk about your safety.”

  “My safety?” I shake my head, incredulous. “I’m standing right here there’s nothing wrong with me.”

  He seems amused. I invite him in and he takes a seat at the table across from my desk. “The other officers and I are concerned about the amount of threats you’ve been receiving, and we think it’s best that you increase security.”

  My blood runs cold within my veins. These threats weren’t a problem at first, I even planned for disgruntled business owners to be upset about the shopping mall plans. But over the past few days the severity of the threats has gotten worse.

  “The officers assigned to your case think it would be best if you have some of us present for that conference. Several threats were made in reference to the conference, and we can’t be too careful.”

  This is yet another reason why Rachel and I would never work out. There’s too much danger involved in these threats, and I couldn’t bring myself to put her in jeopardy. I shake hands with Jensen and agree to the security protocol, hoping none of these threats turn out to be promises.

  Fifteen

  Rachel

  Over the past week, things have cooled off considerably between Tiffany and me. It’s hard to say for sure whether or not we even had something real, but I definitely miss having her around. Sure, we may have had our moments of passion, but I haven’t heard so much as a word from her since she hurried away without a goodbye that morning.

  I’ve been taking very good care of Ana, but Tiffany barely seems to acknowledge my efforts. I set a beautiful table each night with a home cooked meal, but Tiffany’s plate always goes cold and uneaten. Even in the mornings, she will leave as soon as I arrive while coldly denying my daily request for coffee.

  I admit that I’m pretty naive when it comes to relationships, but I’m smart enough to know when someone doesn’t want me around. She may not want me as a romantic partner, but she needs me as an employee. As I clear Ana’s clean plate from the table, I consider giving her mother what she wants and forgetting that the other night ever happened.

  The attentive child must sense my sadness because she jumps up from the table and points to the television. “Do you want to watch a cartoon with me? It always helps me when I feel sad.”

  I smile at her warmly, shaking my head after both of our eyes settle on Tiffany’s vacant seat at the dinner table. “Thanks for the offer, sweetie, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have to finish cleaning up and put your mother’s dinner in the fridge again.”

  Anastasia pouts, her beautiful big eyes glistening with tears. “Mom never comes home for dinner anymore.”

  The words hurt my heart. I somehow feel like Tiffany’s unexplained absence is my fault, and I do everything I can to ensure Ana knows it isn’t hers. “She probably just got caught up at work, she has a huge shopping mall project to finish.”

  The irony of my statement isn’t lost on me, and I chuckle at my choice of words. Never in a million years did I think I would be in the Wake household, defending the woman who once threatened to shut down my business. Nonetheless, I pull myself together for Ana’s sake and begin to pull out some Tupperware containers.

  As I pick up Tiffany’s untouched plate, Ana runs up to tug on my sleeve. “Wait, not yet. Can we wait a little bit more?” She looks as if she’s about to cry.

  I can’t so no, and I also can’t leave this food sitting out all night. “Of course we can. But in a few minutes we have to move it to the fridge so it doesn’t go bad.”

  Ana nods, thanking me before running off into her room. I sit back down at the empty table and debate the consequences of pouring myself a glass of expensive wine as I stare at Tiffany’s plate. The longer I stare, the angrier I become.

  The constant back and forth of having strong feelings then getting denied is exactly why I don’t do relationships. I’m already doing everything I can for Tiffany’s daughter, and the woman can’t even thank me by showing up for dinner to please Ana. Just as I resolve to call Tiffany and give her a piece of my mind, I notice that my phone isn’t on the counter where I left it.

  “That’s funny, I could have sworn it was right here a second ago.” I speak to myself softly as I retrace my steps, but I still can’t find it. Not even a second later, I hear a dial tone coming from down the hall.

  Confusion washes over my face, and my mind is littered with flashbacks from the attempted kidnapping. Could someone be inside the house putting Ana’s life in danger? I bolt to her room, only to find the young girl with my phone in her hands.

  “What are you doing? I was looking for that phone, young lady.” I sit on the floor next to her and end the call she started.

  “I was just trying to call my friend.” She looks downcast, but still she hands me the phone when I ask for it.

  “Well you’re not going to have much luck with this number.” The youngster has dialed an assortment of random keys, none of them even close to resembling a phone number. “It’s a little late to be calling a friend anyways, they’re probably in bed like you should be.”

  “I know.” Ana sighs, hugging a stuffed animal close. At this point, I’m pretty sure there’s more to the story that she’s not telling me.

  After a moment of silence, it dawns on me. “You were trying to get a hold of your mother, weren’t you?” I try my best to remain calm, though the simple fact tugs at my heartstrings.

  Shyly, she nods and buries her little face into the stuffed cheetah’s fur. “I was only trying to help.”

  “Help what?”

  I can see a light blush forming on her face as she answers. “I want you and mommy to be happy together again. I miss her too, so I thought that if I said I was scared she would come and eat with us.”

  I wish that Tiffany possessed half as much empathy as her daughter. “It’s not good to lie, even if it would make your mom come home quicker. Besides, she doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

  “She’s happy when you come to our house! She said you make her smile, just like my other mommy used to make her smile.” Sadness accompanies that last part, and I decide that I’ve had enough.

  On one hand, I’m overjoyed to hear that Tiffany shared my feelings at some point. On the other, I’m purely enraged that Tiffany keeps leaving Anastasia to deal with her mother’s passing alone. “Don’t worry honey, I’m going to call Tiffany right now.”

  I g
ive the child a hug before storming into the hallway with the phone. Once Tiffany answers, I waste no time. “Look, you can stand me up any day of the week, but when it comes to your child you have no excuses for not coming home.”

  “Excuse me?” Tiffany is already angry, and rightfully so. I hope my harsh words knock some sense into her.

  “You heard me. I don’t care what happens between us, fighting or not, you need to be here for Anastasia.” My breathing is ragged, and I take a while to calm myself as she answers.

  “How dare you tell me what’s best for my daughter. I hired you to care for her, not to lecture me. Besides, I’m busy at work with shopping mall plans.”

  Her words cut deep. I notice she doesn’t address our relationship or lack thereof, so I bring it up again. “Do you think the other night was a mistake?”

  She chuckles darkly. “Rachel, obviously you were a mistake. I should have just given you the money and left the first time.”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing, and I have to move to another section of the house so Anastasia doesn’t see me getting upset. “You’re just as heartless as I’ve always suspected.” Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I wrap my free arm around my stomach.

  I don’t even wait for the cold response I know is coming, and instead I call up Cody and Abbie to vent about what just happened. “Can you believe her?” I rant after giving them the details.

  “I’m so sorry.” Abbie sighs.

  Cody yells towards the phone in the background, showing her support. “It will all work out, you’re a sexy lady who can get any woman she wants!”

  I laugh hard, almost spilling that expensive glass of wine I finally poured for myself. A few minutes into the conversation, Ana pads into the living room with her blanket. She’s probably heard everything I’ve said, and I pull her onto the couch to comfort her.