Chapter 10: Kingpin’s Nanny: Chapter 10

“What?” I can’t do that. I can’t humiliate myself, even if the idea makes heat spiral in my tummy, and lower.

“Crawl to me,” he repeats, the words low but hard. Leaning on the edge of the bed, he’s sprawled arrogantly. His rolled-up sleeves have bunched up, revealing the first lines of his tattoos. His dark trousers have an intimidating bulge in them. He’s huge. A tremor of fear and excitement rocks me.

For a second, I resist. I glare back at Lucas, and his grey eyes are stoney. Then as though I’m his puppet, I fall to my knees.

I’m totally exposed, and he’s almost entirely dressed, neat and controlled as always.

I lower my torso and touch my hands to the wooden floor. It’s solid, grounding me after the evening’s unexpected events. Surprises like: my boss wants me. And a shock that I don’t mind what he asks. I’ll do anything to be with him.

“That’s it,” he says, then he crooks one finger, beckoning me.

The first movement is jerky and unfamiliar. But I keep my head up, and watch Lucas as I move, small shift by painstaking shift, across the floor.

This is degrading. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. I hate crawling on my hands and knees towards the man I need more than anything, but somehow, I love it too. I want it over with, but I’m taking in every second. And between my legs, I’m getting even wetter. I’m slick and puffy with desire, and the discomfort of the floor on my knees and pinch at my wrists only makes me hotter.

My breasts—small as they are—swing a bit as I move. Lucas’ gaze roams over my body, taking in my naked bottom and my back.

When I reach him, I pause, unsure what to do.

Lucas has no such qualms. He reaches one tattooed arm down and cups my jaw. “Good girl.”

A sense of calm floods me. I’ve never felt so blissed out. It’s warm and floaty, like that moment before you slip into sleep.

“That was beautiful.”

I can’t speak. It’s all I can do to not collapse. But I do give in to the urge to press my cheek into his palm.

“Mm.” He shifts his hand down so he’s clasping my neck, as though his fingers are my collar, and a pulse of arousal shoots through me. I moan.

It doesn’t hurt. It’s crazily reassuring, having him hold me from such a position of power. He could squeeze, but I know he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. So when he pulls upwards, I understand, and rise to wobbly feet.

“Such a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”

Oh god, I really, really want to be his good girl. All I ever wanted was his attention and his love.

“But you deserve more punishment, don’t you think? For your dirty camgirl Santa antics.”

My mouth falls open.

“Here.” He guides me forward, but where I half expect him to have me straddle him, he brings my head to his side and grabs my waist. In a second, I’m over his lap, held on my forearms and knees on the soft covers, my bottom resting on his muscled thighs. I gasp as my nipples brush the cotton and my hip touches the hard heat of his erection through his trousers.

“I’m going to spank every thought of showing yourself to another man⁠—”

“I didn’t!” I only ever wanted Lucas.

“—Out of you.”

“You’re going to hit me?” I ask in a small voice, craning my neck backwards to try to see his face.

“Yes, little elf. I’m going to give you what you deserve—pink buttocks that will remind you not to torture me like that again—then I’ll give you what you need. My cock in your tight virgin pussy, filling you up, and swelling you with my baby.”

I pant with crazy, inappropriate longing, and then shriek as his hand comes down on my bottom.

“That’s it.” Lucas soothes the place he smacked, and I catch my breath. Then his palm smacks again and I shudder. The pain is a deep thud that my body can’t distinguish from pleasure. I wriggle on his lap, desperate for some pressure on my clit.

“You like that, don’t you?” he croons.

I nod frantically, and a whimper emerges from my throat.

“Say it.”

“Yes!” I gasp out, desperate for more.

“Yes, what?”

I search for the right word, but somehow what emerges is, “Yes, Daddy.”

He laughs softly. “I was thinking you’d go for, Lucas, or boss, or sir. But yes. That’ll do. I like being your Daddy. Good girl.”

The sound of Lucas pleased with me shoots heat right into my core. For a second I think we’re done. Then another smack takes me by surprise, and it’s even better than his praise. I don’t know why I love this so much. But the next time his hand hits my skin, it’s light and stingy, and then he strikes my tingling bottom again, and again, faster, without stopping. I never realised this was what it would feel like.

It’s a connection between us, this erotic punishment.

“That’s it,” he murmurs between smacks. “You’re taking it so well. Will you be my good girl and not cry out when I split you open with my cock?”

“Yes, yes.” I’m incoherent. My nipples are rubbing on the cotton sheets and every part of me is sensitised. “Please, Daddy.”

He strokes a finger down the crack of my bottom, and I gasp as he brushes over my back entrance then further down between my legs. He laughs softly. “Not tonight, but yes, I’ll own you everywhere.”

Then his questing fingers reach where I need him, and I groan like a tortured creature as he slips one finger into my folds.

“So fucking wet, aren’t you? Did you save all this for me?”

“Only for you,” I pant out.

“Except you didn’t.” His voice goes hard, and the next second he’s smacked me again. “Did you?” He slides his fingers further this time, caressing my clit with utter confidence. I’m so worked up, I almost arch off his lap, and he tsks me, pressing a hand down on the small of my back.

“Stay still for Daddy.” There’s so much affection in his tone, I relax.

I really, really needed this. I craved Lucas being my tender caregiver, and stern lover. I didn’t know that after so many years of looking out for myself—and then kids too—how I wanted to give over control to someone else and trust them entirely.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Such a good girl,” he replies hoarsely. “You’re my best girl.”

“I’ll take anything you give me.” And it’s the truth. He’ll love and protect me. Somehow this spanking emphasised that. I belong to him now, and that means he’ll look after everything, including correcting me if my behaviour isn’t what he wants.

“Mmmm.” He gives a contented purr from his chest and traces little circles on my thighs and bottom. “You’re so pretty in pink. I love seeing my marks on your skin.”

“Will you give me a tattoo, Daddy?” I want his ownership branded on me.

“No.”

There’s a bite of disappointment until he grasps my hair, pulls my head to the side, and sucks at my neck so hard the pain makes me gasp.

“I’ll give you love bites and bruises and slaps to ensure you know you’re mine every day.” He licks the place on my neck that’s throbbing now. “Nothing so crude and concealable as a tattoo. You’ll have fresh marks that remind you that you belong to me. I want you to feel my love for you is strong every day. It isn’t a one-time thing. It won’t be something either of us forgets, because it’ll always be new.”

Ohh I love that even more, and the sting on my neck is delicious. He’ll never let me doubt because I’ll have fresh evidence, somewhere slightly different each time I look in the mirror.

“This bit is beautiful.” He dips and runs his fingertip over my clit and it’s fire.

I jerk as the pleasure surges into me from him. This isn’t the same as when I touch myself. Nope, it’s like he has found a hidden place that sets me aflame.

“I wanted you so much when you showed me your sweet little cunt.” He continues to stroke me. “I was in a jealous rage about the man you said you loved.”

“It was you, it was always you.”

“I know.” The smack takes me by surprise this time, coming as it does from his other hand and further up my bottom. “But you didn’t realise it was me watching, did you?”

“I needed you.” Pushing into his fingers, I unclench my fist from the covers and creep it back until I touch his hip, then slightly further, and his hard length is under my palm.

He hisses. “Bella.”

“This, Lucas. Please.” I’m desperate.

“That’s your reward when you come for me. Got to make your tight virgin pussy ready, then you’ll get Daddy’s cock.” He’s stroking me faster, and I’m so close. Just a tiny bit more. I squirm.

“I love seeing you come.” I hear the crack before the pleasure-pain shoots into my bottom, and my orgasm sweeps out from my core. My legs go rigid and the world tilts on its axis.

Or rather, when the pulses have receded and there’s just the glittering sensation all through me from coming, I open my eyes and realise Lucas has gathered me into his arms. The world has shifted, because I’m flat on my back, and he’s over me, looking down with an expression so savagely proud it shakes me all over again.

“I love you so much,” he rumbles, and strokes my cheek before dipping his head to kiss my lips. “I’m going to do that at least twice a day, every day for the rest of our lives. It’ll keep me healthier than that fruit and vegetable bollocks.”

A delighted grin stretches across my face. “I’ll make you eat vegetables too, so it’s a long life of giving me orgasms.”

“For you,” he breathes against my lips. “I’ll do anything.”

“Really?” I’m so happy I could burst. I guess I kinda just did.

“Even eat vegetables,” he says dryly, lifting his head and raising one eyebrow.

“Take off your clothes, make me yours, and give me a baby for Christmas?”

His arrogant smile makes my heart patter. “I will do all that, and more. You’re going to come on my cock. Then the next orgasm I give you after that, I want to be with my tongue.”

Despite having just peaked, arousal bounces in me.

“Now.” I grasp at his shoulders, then reach for his trousers. “Now. Please, Lucas.”

He rears up, and rips his shirt over his head. His tattooed chest and upper arms are revealed, and I greedily take in the sight of his magnificence. He’s even more beautiful than I remember from that day at the beach, and more powerful than when I interviewed for the role of nanny.

Him kneeling over me feels like I’m being conquered in the best way.

“I love your tattoos.” His naked chest is a months’ long memory, and I only got a peek of more black curling patterns that frame his cock on the live stream earlier. I can’t wait to see him fully.

He strips off his trousers and underwear in one movement. I draw in a breath. In real life, right here, it’s intimidatingly big. Veins run up his length. I thought men needed recuperation time, but Lucas is sporting a truncheon, and the black tattoos around it and over his hips only add to how intimidating it is.

“See how hard you make me.” He takes his cock in his hand and gives it two slow pumps.

I gulp.

“This is all yours, little elf. You’re going to take it.”

“Yes.” I reach for him, because the edge of fear only makes my desire sharper. “I love you.” Scary tattoos, massive cock, and all. I want him so much.

He slides his knee between mine, and pushes them apart, and the dominance of that move shivers through me. He leans forward, covering me, and I moan as his chest touches mine. Something hot and silky pushes onto my thigh. His cock. I shift my hips, so it notches between my legs.

“Oh god, you feel so good. So wet.”

“Please, Lucas.”

The first push has resistance. Like my body doesn’t understand how much I want this man inside me.

“I’m sorry.” He sounds strained and brushes a kiss onto my lips. “This will hurt.”

“Do it.”

It must fit. We’re meant to be, but I hiss as the blunt tip of him spears into me.

“Let me in,” he says hoarsely.

I tilt my hips, and everything releases in a rush. I cry out as he slides deeper. It stings, but eases immediately, leaving only a feeling of contentment mixed with excitement that’s intoxicating.

“That’s it. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

It’s just like he told me on the stairs. Being close to him is filling my soul as surely as he’s filling my body. Being joined with him isn’t easy, or without the best sort of hurt, but it’s right.

“Tell me you’ll take all this pain as I stuff you full of my cock, and ask for more,” he demands.

“Please, give me more, Daddy. I love you.”

“Good.” He kisses me. “Then you’ll forgive me for this.”