Page 26 of The Christmas Nanny

“I want to watch you come,” I said. I looked at his cock, and he raised my chin with a single finger.

“And I want your eyes on mine.”

I did as he said, though I could see his hand sliding furiously up and down his dick.

“Shoot it on me, Jacob. I want to feel it on my skin.”

He placed a hand on the counter and tensed. I saw the creamy stream shoot forward and felt the warmth on my stomach. He shuffled forward and slid his dick between the counter and my pussy.

“Fuck, Jacob.”

Jacob pulled his pants up and washed his hands in the sink beside us. He then returned to stirring the pasta, leaving me a mess and cuffed to the cabinet. He didn’t look at me as he added ingredients to the pasta.

I didn’t complain or ask to be released. He opened the oven door, checked the sauce, and pulled it from the shelf. He grabbed the loaf of bread from the kitchen table, brushed on a buttery-garlic mix, and popped it into the oven.

I watched without a word as he took plates and silverware to the dining room table. He still had not acknowledged the half-naked, wet, sticky woman hanging from his kitchen cabinet.

Slim Shady padded into the kitchen. The dog turned his head in a “what the fuck” movement and then walked away. I was sure he’d seen worse from Jacob.

Jacob took the bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen table and placed them on the dining room table. He returned to the junk drawer between my legs and removed a lighter, returning to the dining room to light the two candles on the table. He nodded at the setting and turned with a smile, though he never looked at me.

I watched as he pulled the bread from the oven, sliced it, placed the slices on a dish, and then took it to the dining room. The next few trips between the kitchen and dining room included the pasta, sauce, and salad from the fridge.

“I think that should do it,” he finally told me. “I’ll be right back.”

He left the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a dress shirt, wet washcloth, and a towel. He removed the handcuffs, helped me down, and then used the warm washcloth to clean me up. He used the towel to dry my skin. He was a methodical man who knew exactly what he was doing. That’s something I learned early on about him. Everything he said and did had a purpose. No hidden agendas but lots of surprises.

“Freaked out yet?” he asked.

“Maybe heading that way.”

“Raise your arms.” I did as he said, and he removed the sweater and bra. He put the dress shirt on me and did two rolls of the sleeves. “Dinner is ready.”

Jacob held my hand and walked me into the dining room. He pulled out my chair, and I sat as he scooted me forward.

“Is everything with you a surprise?”

“I guess you have to taste the food and let me know.” He put pasta and sauce on his plate and took a bite. “It’s wonderful. Trust me.”

“Trust you? Sounds like famous last words.” I put pasta and sauce on the plate and took a bite. Jacob sat back and crossed his arms, smiling smugly. “Damn, that’s good.”

“Surprised?” He took another bite, watching while I ate.

“I want to say yes, but I'm not surprised based on what I already know.” I glanced at the kitchen. “We aren’t going to talk about what just happened? I mean, that was pretty bizarre.”

“Bizarre in a good way, I’m sure.”

I put my fork down. “You have a quiet confidence about you that I find wildly hot. You’re sure about yourself without being a dick about it.”

“I choose spontaneity over routine,” he said. “It’s what keeps my life interesting.”

“You do all these different things in life. Most people can barely keep up with one hobby, much less three or four.”

“And yet I have that All-American boy look, right? I’m not a couch potato. I want to experience things most people overlook or are not interested in. The art in the basement is my way of exploring art and life. It allows me to be me without judgment from society.”

“You shouldn’t hide who you really are,” I said.

“And the world shouldn’t be so harsh to those who are different. But it is and, therefore, makes it mandatory for me to hide who and what I am. I hope that doesn’t bother you. But despite hiding it, I will never change it.”

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