Chapter 7
SEVEN
Anna
Feeling flushed, I return to my room with the batteries and finish assembling the toy. Not bothering to turn off the overhead light, I lie on my bed, excited despite my shame over my inability to control myself.
Tentatively, I press the button, and it comes to life with a strong, steady hum. Closing my eyes, I place the tip of the wand between my legs, only my thin underwear between it and my skin.
Oh, it feels so good. Not as good as Jeremy, but much better than my own fingers...
I moan at the memory of him kneeling between my legs. Moving the toy along my pussy lips, I experiment with placing it in different locations, crying out again when it touches my clit.
I hold the toy there, my breathing more rapid as a familiar sensation builds. Oh God, will I actually be able to get off on my own?
I should remove my underwear, but I don’t dare interrupt the sensations building between my legs. Shutting my eyes, I let myself fantasize about what would have happened if Elijah hadn’t been home. Would Jeremy have fucked me right there in the kitchen?
A knock on my door.
Crap! Jeremy!
Panicked, I scramble to find the off button. For one heart-stopping moment, I think that I won’t, that I’ll have to remove the batteries. God, does a sadist design these things?
But finally, the toy falls silent. I shove it beneath a pillow just as the door opens, revealing Jeremy. God, he’s so big. He fills the doorframe. Lying here on my bed, I feel so small. Small and... naughty.
“I didn’t realize you were home,” I say, struggling to keep my voice casual as I study his face for clues.
Does he know what I was doing before he walked in? God, I hope not.
“Angel, we need to talk.” He sits on the edge of my bed.
His voice is serious, almost stern. I’m more aroused than frightened, but I’m still scared.
Sitting up, I swallow hard. “Sure, what’s up?”
“The decision to have a live-in nanny wasn’t one I made lightly. Allowing someone into your home requires a lot of trust.”
I nod, unsure where he’s going with this, unsure what this strange new tone means.
“Anna... I receive all your credit card statements. I know you bought a sex toy, not a present for Jenny.”
Oh... crap. I can’t believe I was so stupid. He knew all along—knew before it even arrived. I lied for nothing.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I just couldn’t stand the thought of you knowing...” I stop, too ashamed to continue.
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. I lean into the touch, longing to grab his hand and hold it there, to beg him for that reassurance.
When he speaks, his voice is gentle, but there’s a charged current running through it. “What didn’t you want me to know, love?”
Isn’t it obvious after what happened in the kitchen? But with the mood he’s in, answering a question with a question would be a mistake. Still, it’s a struggle to admit something so shameful. So when the words finally come, they tumble out in a jumbled rush.
“That I’m a freak. Abnormal. A sexual deviant. I never wanted you to know about my fantasies, how out of control they are... How they force me to touch myself. I... I didn’t want you to know that I’m so broken I can’t...”
I stare at my hands, ashamed, unable to say the word.
Jeremy caresses my leg. My heart catches in my throat as his hand moves higher... and then higher still. He reaches my inner thigh and stops, his fingers mere inches from my pussy.
“This isn’t going to work if we aren’t honest. I need you to trust me, to be able to tell me what you need.”
“I don’t understand.” I turn so that I’m looking up into his unusually serious eyes. “What won’t work?”
Instead of answering, he kisses me. But this kiss is different from our first one. Gentler. More demanding. He coaxes my lips apart, and then I’m opening to him, to his lips, to the fingers between my legs, the fingers teasing me through my soaked underwear.
Too soon, he ends the kiss and smooths down my skirt. Running his hands along the bare skin of my arms, he says one word. A word that makes my heart skip a beat.
“Us.”
I’m on the edge of asking what he means when he continues, the hands on my arms tightening as he holds my gaze. “Me and you, Anna. Together in the only way people like us can be—with me as your daddy and you as my little girl. Isn’t that what you want?”
“But what about the contract?” I ask, struggling to get the words out.
“Fuck the contract. What do you want, baby?”
“You,” I whisper, not trusting my voice, not quite believing this is real.
Reaching over, he pulls my toy out from beneath my pillow. Embarrassed, I realize that I failed to totally hide it.
He examines it, frowning. “It was wrong of you to buy this, baby. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, blinking back tears, unable to meet his eyes.
His fingers dig into my arms. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he says, releasing me.
At this, I look up at him. “But I’m not a good girl. I’m screwed up. I’m—”
“Shh.” Jeremy presses two fingers against my lips, silencing me.
On instinct, I open my mouth, and he slides his fingers between my lips. Unsure what I’m doing, but wanting to please him, I suck on the digits, running my tongue over them, swirling it around the tips.
He groans, a deep, guttural sound that goes straight to my core. Then pulling his fingers away, he wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes. Not tight enough to cut off my air—but just enough so that I know owns me, that I’m his.
“Angel, the only thing you did wrong was going behind my back. Never lie to me again. If that pretty little pussy needs anything, you come to me . Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Loss pierces me as he releases my neck. But then his hands are on my body, manhandling me as if I weigh nothing at all until he has me where he wants me—draped across his lap, face down against the duvet.
Equal parts terrified and turned on, I press my burning cheek against the soft fabric, holding my breath as I wait to find out what he’ll do next.
He doesn’t make me wait long.
Growling, he shoves my dress up around my waist and yanks off my underwear and caresses my bare bottom. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Positioned like this, I’m completely at Jeremy’s mercy—and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“God, you’re perfect. Look at you. So wet”—he slides a finger between my pussy lips, and I can’t help it, I moan—“so responsive.”
Oh my God. I’ve never been this turned on, this close. The way Jeremy is touching me, the way he’s teasing me. I’ve never felt so exposed, so wanted, so... cherished.
I squirm on his lap. I can’t help it. The fingers teasing my pussy are everything and not enough. I need more. But then he continues, and I go absolutely still.
“I’m afraid, however, that I still have to punish you. Do you know why, angel?”
“Because... because I lied, Daddy?” I ask, hating how weak and young I sound.
“Mmmmh, partly, yes, but that’s not the main reason.” He slides a finger into me, and I can’t help it, I moan. “No, I need to punish you because you nearly came tonight without me. And that’s unacceptable because this pussy”—another finger joins the first, and he slides them in and out, stretching me, claiming me—“belongs to me. As does this delicious ass.”
He withdraws his fingers, and I again wait, equal parts terrified and turned on, to see what he’ll do next. My chest feels as if it might explode, and I realize I’m holding my breath.
Before I can exhale, there’s a sharp sting as his hand makes contact with my ass. I cry out, and he hits me again. Despite the pain, despite my uncertainty about this new side of Jeremy, I’m wet.
So fucking wet.
“Good girl,” he croons. “My good girl.” He spanks me again, slightly lower, his palm making contact with my pussy. “So yummy, so perfect. I can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to feel you come against my face again.”
“Please,” I beg, hating how needy I sound.
“Please, what?” he demands, spanking me again.
I can’t help it—I whimper. “Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”
The blows stop. I try to slow my breathing, try to regain some semblance of control. But at Jeremy’s next words, I understand that I’m not in control—not in the least.
“Get up, baby. I need you on the bed. But first—strip.”