Page 17 of Kingpin's Nanny

Harder

She obeys, her back arching, pushing her naked tits towards me. I love seeing her like this.

Want to lick your sweet bud

I accidentally hit send before I finish the sentence. I’m not as eloquent as I’d like right now, but I’m torn between giving her instructions and stroking myself, both for my own pleasure and for her to watch.

She moans and I echo her, thrusting up into my hand.

Her gaze is fixed on the camera, and while I know she is looking at my cock, I let myself think she’s looking back into my eyes. I let the pleasure rise as I stroke up and down the shaft, all the way over the tip.

Bella goes pink at the neck as she gets more and more worked up.

Come for me

Her eyes go hazy, and her fingers speed up.

“I’d like to be doing that for you,” I say aloud as she begins to shake. “So beautiful.”

I take in every detail as she moans and shudders. The Santa hat slips from her head, and her hair falls around her shoulders in a dark shining flood.

She mouths a word as she climaxes, and maybe it was boss, or oh, or nothing at all. But as I stroke my cock one last time, I see it as Lucas, and pleasure explodes through me. I come and it’s harsh and intense and almost painful in its intensity. Despitemy palm over my crown, there’s a mess of reams of white. I shift on the covers, not wanting to get the evidence of my sordid desires over my laptop where they’ll taunt me forever with this memory when I’m trying to work. And attempting not to find my ward’s nanny, push her against the nearest surface away from prying eyes, and slake my lust on her lush little body.

It takes me a minute to recover, my mind blank as I just enjoy this precious moment with Bella. And even when I reach to type a message to her, I’m not quite steady, knocking the laptop.

“Lucas.”

Panic flares through me. I’m sure for a second that I turned on the audio or something. But no, that’s not it.

Bella is staring intently at the screen, seeming to have come closer again, so all I can see is her pretty face.

“Lucas.” She blinks her big blue eyes at me. “That’s the name of the man I’m in love with. He’s my boss.”

My heart does a jumping thing. I wonder for a second if I’m having a heart attack. Maybe I’m dead. I’m definitely dreaming. But no, this can’t be heaven. I’ve never done anything good enough to deserve this.

“You’remy boss. It’s your screen name, Lucas.”

I should deny it, or say this can never happen again.

“I saw the photo. As you moved the camera, it showed for a split second before you turned it off.”

My obsession has outed me.

My hands shake. The framed photograph on my bedside cabinet. Fuck. I look at that image every night with my cock in my hand, making myself come while thinking of that trip to France. I took a single, precious photo of her in that demure swimsuit, and have cherished it ever since.

I can’t reply. I can’t lose her, and if that makes me a coward, so be it. I need her in my life. Maybe I could apologise, and she’d stay. Or fine, I’ll keep her here by force.

“I know it’s you,” she says quietly. “Even if you won’t admit it.”

Then another piece clicks into place, like a puzzle that swings open a door into the light. I couldn’t take in what she said just now, but she has been talking about a man she loves.

She lovesme? I’m the one who made her feel that I didn’t desire her?

No.

Fuck, what was I thinking? That ends immediately. I smash the video button and turn on the sound, so she can hear my voice.

“Come here.”