Chapter Twenty-Eight
Vanessa
Eight weeks later
I dabbed Tommy’s face with a tissue, wiping off the Nutella he’d ended up smearing all around his mouth while eating a snack, and I stifled a yawn. After everything that’d gone down in the last few weeks, I’d been feeling tired quite frequently. I felt like I’d cried a million times, and my eyes had been feeling puffy and weird. It wasn’t bad, though. It felt cathartic to get it all out, every single tear, every single feeling.
And god, there were a lot of feelings.
My mother’s death had been no accident, and I knew the whole truth about that now. My father had never really beaten his lifelong addictions. He’d only ever pretended to in order to rise to fame and exploit people for money, and when Mom saw through that and refused to let him near us, she paid the price with her life. It was an unimaginably awful thing to try and comprehend, but at least we had one thing on our side now. We had justice. After my father abducted me a couple of months ago, he’d been arrested, made a full confession, and was now sitting in jail awaiting trial.
Because he’d been a successful motivational speaker and life coach, the case had blown up in the media. It’d even overshadowed all the sex scandal bullshit that had tainted my and Jacob’s life for the last few weeks, and most people seemed to have moved on and forgotten about us entirely.
The case surrounding Greg and his dodgy actions had been quite big in the media as well, and Jacob’s company’s reputation was beginning to recover despite everything. Thanks to Damon Schwartz, everyone knew and believed that Jacob had nothing to do with the fraud scandal, and it was common knowledge that he’d been set up by Greg. This garnered sympathy for him, which helped restore his reputation even more.
He was still stepping down as CEO, though, and he’d named a successor today—an up and coming young businessman who’d worked for the company for a few years now. He was a relative nobody compared to some others who’d been tipped to take over as CEO, but his work was solid, and Jacob said that he reminded him of himself at that age. He’d once been a nobody, too. He’d always be a ‘somebody’ to me, though—he was the most important person in my life.
“All done,” I said as I finished wiping Tommy’s face.
“Thanks, Nessa. Can I go watch TV?” he asked.
I nodded. “Half an hour of cartoons, and then time for some homework. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He dashed off, and I watched him go with a smile, wondering how different my life would be if I’d never applied for the nanny job. I would’ve never gotten to take care of such a sweet little boy, and I would’ve also never had anyone like Jacob to take care of me in turn. It was weird, really—I’d taken this job to take care of a child, and I’d been taken care of like I was a child myself.
Weird, perhaps, but it still felt right. Jacob and I had been through so much together, and I knew he’d always be here to take care of me. I also knew I could take care of him in my own way, too—all I had to do was take care of his needs. Give him what he wanted. What he needed.
And that was all I wanted and needed myself.
I felt a strong, wide arm slip around my waist from behind, and my smile grew wider. “Hi, daddy,” I said teasingly. I hadn’t heard Jacob slip into the kitchen, but I knew it was him. I knew his scent, his touch, his taste. I knew everything about him.
“Hi, baby. Did I just hear you tell Tommy that he can watch TV for half an hour?” Jacob asked, lips dangerously close to the shell of my right ear. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I nodded.
“Is that okay?”
“Of course,” he murmured. “I was just making sure we definitely had half an hour of him being safe and distracted.”
I spun around to face him, feigning an air of innocence. “Oh? Why’s that?”
“I think you know why,” he growled, tightening his grip around me. I squealed as he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and started to carry me upstairs. We stopped outside of his bedroom door instead of mine, and my eyes widened as he kicked the door open and carried me inside.
“In here?”
“Why not?” he asked, raising a playful eyebrow. “I think it’s time we started doing things properly, and we sleep next to each other every night anyway. And to be honest, that damn pink and white bed of yours has been doing a number on my back.”
I giggled as he set me down on the floor. “Okay. Take me to bed. Our big adult bed.”
“Gladly,” he growled, arms encircling me. His hands moved down to my ass, squeezing it tightly, and a frisson of pleasure shook me to my core.
He brought his hungry lips to mine, big hands grabbing and pulling at my clothes as his mouth devoured me in a kiss hot enough to set every nerve ending on fire. After finding my zipper and yanking down my pale pink dress in one movement, he let the fabric fall between us to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a pink bra and soaking wet pair of panties. They soon vanished, too.
My hands focused on tearing his clothes off as well, and when we were both naked, Jacob picked me up as if I were lighter than a feather, mouth moving down my body and pressing kisses on me as he walked us over to the bed, my legs wrapped around his hips. His tongue lashed at my nipples, making them stand to attention, and then he threw me down on the bed, making my head spin with urgent need.
He settled his weight over me and moved lower, tasting me, inhaling deeply as his tongue traced a hot line over my belly, across my hips and down my thighs. When his mouth reached the area between my legs, he groaned, the sound combining with the wanton moans spilling from my lips.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he said in a husky voice, pushing my legs further apart. His tongue dipped inside me and then moved up to my swollen clit, mouth feasting on every inch of me.
One hand moved underneath me, curling under my ass and gripping it tightly. The other remained between my legs, and I moaned again as I felt the press of a finger at my entrance. It pushed deeply inside me, and he pulled his mouth away and looked up at me, eyes darkening and lips curling into a smile as he watched my mouth fall open.
“Please, I want more,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I jerked my hips up against his touch. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.”
My whole body tingled from the urgency of my desire, and Jacob responded to my begging by pressing another thick finger inside me. I clenched my inner muscles around him and moaned, rocking my body against his hand as flames of desire licked my skin. Jacob lowered his head to my pussy again, tongue circling my clit as his fingers massaged the sweet spot inside me. My body arched off the bed, hips bucking against him, and my eyes flew open with shock as his tongue moved lower, circling the tight pucker of my ass. Jacob had once told me he wanted to fuck me there. But we hadn’t done that yet.
Could this be the day?
I hoped so. I really, really hoped so, because it was suddenly all I wanted. I wanted him to claim me in every hole.
He pulled his fingers out of me and replaced his tongue with one of them, the tip stroking circles around my asshole, and his mouth moved back to my clit in teasing lashes as I moaned and shuddered beneath him. His fingers were still wet from the slickness of my pussy, and when he finally slid one inside my ass, slowly and gently, I let out a throaty groan of pleasure.
Jacob pumped his finger faster and moved his tongue in harder circles. The sounds spilling from my lips were unstoppable now, fervent moans, rumbling hisses, breathless gasps. When I came, I almost screamed, but Jacob quickly moved back up the bed, muffling the sound as his lips took my mouth like he owned it.
And he did. Every inch of my body belonged to him now.
Before I could even recover from my climax, Jacob pulled away and roughly spread my legs again, stretching me out on the bed. I groaned with anticipation, needing to see the fire in his eyes as he drove in and out of me. I needed to push him closer and closer to the edge, needed to fulfil his every need.
“Fuck…” he groaned, sliding one finger between my folds again, feeling just how wet I was for him.
My core ached, wanting all of him inside all of me, and I felt like I was on a rollercoaster in a thunderstorm. The feelings were so much, so intense. I wanted Jacob so badly that I thought I might explode if I didn’t have him now, and my desire sent me spiraling out of control as I writhed beneath him.
Heated sensation filled me as he finally eased himself inside me. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning loudly as I stretched to receive him, my eyes opening wide as he began to pump his hips. My own hips bucked against him, drawing him deeper into me, and he kept up his rhythm as my control began to slip. My breaths came out in short little gasps at each thrust, and he slid a hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming and moaning loudly enough to worry Tommy as he began to move faster, harder, needing more of me.
He raised himself on one elbow, pinched my nipple between a thumb and forefinger. I cried out at the added sensation, but the sound was muffled by the hand over my mouth.
“Turn over, Vanessa,” Jacob murmured into my ear, pulling out for a second.
I obliged, letting him flip me over, pulling me by the waist to my knees. I arched my back, and his cock slid inside me once more. He reached one hand around from behind to hold me, and his other hand covered my mouth again, silencing my moans and whimpers as he pushed into me from behind, even harder, losing control as he fucked me with wild abandon.
I moved back onto his length, writhing, rearing to meet him, thrust after thrust. My walls were beginning to contract around his thickness, and I began to pant against his hand as I felt another gush of desire coat his cock.
Jacob moved the hand that had been supporting me onto my ass, giving me a teasing slap, and then one finger slowly slid up the crack between my cheeks, tickling and stroking every inch of me. My eyes widened as I felt the finger circle my asshole again, and then it slowly dipped inside me, using my gushing juices as lubricant. He pumped the finger in and out of my tight ass as his cock filled my pussy, over and over, and the intensity of the orgasm that hit me after that nearly made me scream.
“I want you to fuck me there,” I said, finally pulling away from his hand and turning my head over my shoulder. “I want to try anal.”
I saw his eyebrows shoot up. “You want me to fuck your ass? You think you’re ready for that, dirty girl?”
I nodded as more and more wetness flooded between my legs. I’d never done it before—unless you counted having the toy in there the other day—but I’d also never wanted something so badly. “Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll need lube for that,” he said. “Give me a minute.”
He pulled out of my pussy and headed into his bathroom, and then he returned, a lustful gleam in his eyes as he held up a bottle of lube. He spread some over his cock, and then he rubbed a bit over my tight hole, making me murmur with pleasure as his finger slipped inside again. This was so dirty, so wrong, and yet it felt incredible. I’d never had any idea it could be like this.
I sighed with pleasure as I felt the head of his cock press against me a moment later, and Jacob’s hand covered my mouth again so that I wouldn’t scream too loud. “Just tell me if I hurt you, baby girl,” he whispered.
I nodded, and I knew he was just as turned on as I was by my submission to him, letting him fill my most forbidden hole, my surrender to him so complete. He held me tightly as his cock slowly pressed inside, just the tip, and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax as I felt him stretching me. His mouth was on my neck, his head bent, and he sucked and kissed on my soft skin as he slid deeper.
I thought it would hurt badly at first, but I was wrong. There was an initial sharp pain as he opened me up, but that quickly gave way to the warm pleasure that was streaming through my system, just like what had happened when I played with the bath toy that day. I moved one hand between my legs to rub my clit as he slowly pumped in and out of my asshole, and soon I was gasping against his hand as another climax began to build within me, making my toes curl and my legs shake.
“Fuck…your ass feels so good,” he grunted as he slid home, his cock throbbing inside me as he came.
“Yes, daddy,” I gasped in response. “Fuck my ass.”
I needed another orgasm like I needed oxygen in my lungs, and with a few more pushes, my mind was almost lost in another flurry of bliss and warmth. My breathing turned ragged and uneven as Jacob moved one hand down between my legs, replacing my own and rubbing his fingers in expert circles over my clit.
He held me in place as the spasms took me, seemingly right out of my body and onto another plane of existence where only pleasure existed, and then he groaned, making one more thrust inside me before surrendering to his own orgasm. He pulled out of me a moment later, collapsing next to me, and he pulled me next to him and held me. I was still breathing hard, unable to believe what we’d just done, and how close we could’ve come to being caught if anyone else had woken up.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby girl?” he asked.
I smiled. “I’m fine. I liked it.”
“Christ, you’re wonderful.”
“So are you.”
He leaned up on his elbows. “We better go check on Tommy and his cartoons. Although…” He glanced at his watch. “I think we could get away with a couple more minutes of snuggles.”
I smiled and settled in closer to his body as he squeezed me tight.
Somehow, despite all the crap we’d both gone through in the last few months, I knew we were going to be fine.