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Lux

C oming home to Bella crying was my worst nightmare.

Her teacher had called me, saying that some kids had been picking on her today. She often gave me a heads-up when Bella had a bad day. All of the staff knew about her parents and wanted to make sure she was taken care of, so the communication was constant.

But I’d never expected to see her crying. Nor did I expect to see her hanging onto Juliette like she was afraid she’d be violently pulled away from her.

It hurt me to see it. It hurt even more when I realized I couldn’t do anything. That I didn’t even know what to do.

I stood there, watching as they blew out imaginary candles, frozen in fear. I’d never felt panic like that in my life except on the day they told me she was mine.

But somehow… Juliette took it all. She calmed her down and sat there with her for over an hour until she cried it all out.

All while I watched, helplessly.

Bella didn’t need that. She needed to be happy, playful. She didn’t need someone to make her cry like that.

I was blown away by how she handled it, but I couldn’t help but think that if I hadn’t hired her in the first place, Bella would have never had such an explosive outburst.

“I’ve been here for two days,” she said in a slow, careful voice. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but Bella needs to cry like that. She can’t just keep it inside.”

“A child needs to be happy,” I spat back. “She doesn’t need to cry. She needs to laugh. Play. She doesn’t need to… remember. ”

Juliette’s face twisted into a frown. Her kissable, plump lower lip jutted out, inviting me to bite it.

“You know that’s not true, right? She went through something terrible. If she keeps it in, it’s not good for her.”

I ground my teeth together. I didn’t want to hear it. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to think of Bella crying like that again because… I wouldn’t know how to handle it. I wasn’t like Juliette.

My heart jolted when her hand came to cup my cheek.

Why are you touching me? The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they died when I saw the sincerity in her eyes.

No one’s ever looked at me like that.

“Have you taken your time to grieve your sister, Lux?”

It felt like a dagger straight to the heart. Her facial expression and the warmth of her hand were like she was slowly dragging it down my middle, cutting me open and baring my most vulnerable parts to her.

“The fuck is it to you?” I growled, but that didn’t stop my throat from threatening to close or my eyes from stinging.

In truth, I hadn’t. I had been so consumed with making sure Bella was okay and that my work was taken care of that I pushed all thoughts of my sister away as soon as they popped up.

“Oh, Lux,” Juliette whispered.

I gritted my teeth to stop the onslaught of emotions she was pulling from me.

I wanted to lean into her like Bella did. Hold onto her and never let go.

How did she do that? How was she able to render us both into crying messes? How was she able to pull the one thing the both of us wanted to forget out of us and bare it to the universe?

Grief was ugly. Twisted. I’d rather lock everything away in a box and throw away the key than do whatever it was we were doing right now.

So I did the only thing I could think of. The only thing that could stop all these ugly emotions from making their way to the surface. The only thing that would ground me.

I kissed her.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers, but I didn’t wait for her to respond. I kissed her like I was suffocating and she was the only oxygen source. Because that’s what it felt like in that moment.

I needed her. Needed her to take all the pain away.

Maybe it’s not just Bella who needs her after all.

My hands came to her thighs, hoisting her up onto the desk. She let out a gasp, giving me entrance to her mouth. Her hands were digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer, both of us grabbing at each other like we couldn’t bear to be separated any longer.

She met my kiss with an equal amount of passion. Her tongue teased my own, like she’d been waiting for this moment.

My hands were traveling up her thighs, and she shuddered against me. I needed to touch her.

I need her. Now.

“Juliette,” I whispered against her lips. “Let me feel you.”

My hands reached under her sweater, feeling her warm skin. Her breath hitched when I met her breast, my thumb hesitantly swiping over her quickly erecting nipple.

“Juliette, tell me this is okay.”

She pulled away to look up at me, her eyes wide and her face flushed. So beautiful. Just like that night, those eyes were begging me to take care of her. Begging me to touch her. To ravage her.

“Lux… It’s not okay.”

Her words had me crashing back to reality.

She’s my nanny. She’s here for Bella. Not for me.

I have to stop.

“Right,” I said, clearing my throat as I pulled away. “I’m sorry. I?—”

Her hands were instantly on my suit jacket, pulling me closer.

“It’s not okay… But I don’t want to stop. Just this once, Lux. One more time, please?”

There was no way I’d ever be able to deny her. I was a goner from the moment I saw her walk up on stage, and now that she was finally giving me permission , I all but fell to my knees right there, ready to kiss her shoes as a show of gratitude.

“Just once,” I vowed as I started to push up her skirt. She leaned back on her palms, her hooded eyes watching me as I readied her. “Just a taste.”

When her skirt was all the way up to her hips, I gently pushed her chest, laying her down across my desk. She was spread out like a decadent feast just waiting for me to have my fill. Her light pink panties with a small heart sewn into the lace were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

She helped me pull up her sweater, baring her bra to me just before she cupped her tits, her thumbs running over her nipples.

Fuck.

“Please, Lux.”

I leaned down, pushing my face between her legs and placing a kiss on her clothed cunt, watching her body arch in response.

Gently, I pulled her underwear to the side, flattening my tongue and running it up the length of her folds. I wanted to tease her, take my time, but we were on borrowed time, forced to hide our dirty little secret.

She still tastes fucking delicious.

The moment her sweetness hit my taste buds, I lost all control. My lips fastened around her clit, sucking in long intervals before spearing her with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her hands flying to my hair and pulling me closer to where she wanted me.

I obliged and flattened my tongue again, eating her out like she deserved. She was truly an angel, and I was nothing but her servant, ready to give her anything she wanted. I might have had her calling me sir, but she was always the one calling the shots. She just might not have realized it yet.

Her control was a leash wrapped so tightly around my neck, it was threatening to cut off my air supply, but I was grateful for it. Grateful for a chance to even just touch her.

I fucked her with my mouth like it was the last time. Because it had to be.

We couldn’t do this. We both knew it. We just needed to take the edge off. That’s all it was. But then why did my hand slip inside my own pants? Why were my fingers circling my clit before pushing inside? Why was I fucking myself to her moans?

“Lux, Lux, Lux .”

Her chanting my name was like music to my ears. It catapulted me further. It had me moving up her body, forgetting about my own orgasm to chase hers.

My lips claimed hers, my wet fingers moving from my cunt to hers, joining our wetness. So sinful, but goddamn it, we melded together so well.

I pumped my fingers into her, curling them, and pulling an orgasm out of her within seconds. Then I pulled away to take a good look at my masterpiece.

Her hair was fanned out all over my desk, her lips open in a breathy moan, her skin flushed. Her sweater was pushed all the way up, her skirt around her waist. My eyes traveled down to see where we were joined.

“Fuck, you’d take my strap so good,” I groaned and fit another finger inside her.

“I want it,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”

“If you’re good to me,” I murmured, immediately cursing myself for making her a promise I couldn’t keep. “You’ll be good and come again for me, won’t you?”

“Yes!”

Her cunt squeezed around me, giving me a preview of what was to come.

“You’re so responsive,” I praised. “You were made to get fucked by me.”

“My body belongs to you. All of it. I’ll do whatever you want.”

It was dangerously easy to fall back into the people we had been back at the club. So easy to get lost in how perfect she was for me.

I’d forgotten this was to be our only time together. I should have fought off the orgasm. Should have tried to keep her needy and begging for longer to satiate this insane hunger I had for her.

But I didn’t. I did everything in my power to make her come. My thumb was at her clit, my fingers curling inside her. I worked her cunt in every way I knew to make her come even harder than she had that night.

She arched her back, her eyes closing and her mouth opening wide as she came around my fingers, moaning my name in a way that had my cunt pulsing.

So perfect. Why did she have to be my niece’s nanny? Why couldn’t I have met her again under different circumstances?

When she came down from her orgasm, she sat up, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me flush against her. I had no time to move my hand. Her hips jerked against me, telling me the greedy little thing wanted me to fuck her again.

I kissed her back with unrestrained passion, pouring every single fiber of my need for her into it.

I need to get it out. I need to get over her.

Her hands traveled down my body before they made it to my pants.

I need to stop her.

But I couldn’t.

I pulled away and leaned my forehead against hers as she unbuckled my pants and slipped her delicate fingers into my folds.

“You’re soaked, Lux,” she murmured, her bright blue eyes looking up at me. “Is all of this for me?”

“You’re just so perfect I can’t help myself,” I confessed, my hips jerking against her as the heel of her palm brushed against my clit.

“I’ve been so good to you, haven’t I?”

“So good,” I forced out. I should have been the one in control, but she was turning me into a mess.

She was pulling the leash tighter and tighter.

Maybe that was my kink. Being controlled by her.

With each rock of her hand, I found myself unraveling further and further until there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

“Then do I deserve your cum?” she asked, her lips brushing against my exposed collar.

“You do. God, you do.” I was coming faster than ever. She was playing me so well. She knew exactly what I wanted to hear. “You’ve been such a perfect little fuck toy. So willing. So ready. You deserve it all. My orgasm. My cum. I’ll reward you with my strap, I promise.”

“Make sure you remember that,” she whispered. “Now come for me, sir .”

I couldn’t hold back. I came hard, having to lean against her for support. Wave after wave crashed through me. I couldn’t do anything but take it. Juliette was whispering things to me, but they just got lost in the madness of it all.

When I finally came down from the high, I pulled back to look at her. My hand was still in her pants, hers in mine. Her cunt fluttered around my fingers.

“Fuck it,” I groaned and started to pump my fingers in and out of her again. “One more. One more, then we’re done, okay?”

“This is a mistake,” she groaned against me.

“The biggest,” I admitted, my voice cracking as her heel started to rub against my clit.

“I don’t know if I can stop.”

“We need to try.”

“In a bit,” she murmured, quivering against me.

“In a bit,” I agreed and captured her lips again with my own.