Babysitting

ChapterFourteen

I buttoned the last button on my blouse, my hair getting caught in it. I gritted my teeth pulling my hair before a stinging sensation crossed my scalp. I glared at the few unattached strands of hair that were waving limply in my shirt.
"Amazing," I muttered.
I spun around to face my dressing table, my hand accidentally knocking off one of my perfume bottles. The glass shattered around me, my nose immediately being filled with the overwhelming scent of vanilla.
I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths before picking up my phone and texting Mary to please help me. She replied that she would and I put my phone back down before picking up my brush, staying rooted to my spot. I feared for my bare feet.
I ran the brush through my hair, the area where my hair came out stinging everytime I went over it. I then put it into a high ponytail.
"Oh dear."
I looked up.
"I'm sorry," I breathed. "It was an accident."
"It's alright, dear," the old woman said. "As long as you didn't cut yourself is all that matters."
I nodded as she dropped a few rags onto the liquid then threw the drenched rags into a bucket. Once she had dried up most of it, she got out a dustpan and swept up the glass.
"I'll vacuum your room first," she told me as I walked to my bed and slid on black flats.
"Thank you so much," I told her before exiting my room and going downstairs.
I walked into the kitchen and headed towards the fridge. I cried out as I knocked my hip against the sharp edge of the island.
I cradled my hip, taking deep breaths as I tried to straighten up.
"You alright?"
"Yes, Nathaniel," I rolled my eyes, turning to him.
I managed to finally straighten up and got a glass off the counter before filling it up with fridge water, condensation forming.
I felt my fingers start going numb from the coldness and the glass started slipping. I reached my other hand out to catch it but the bottom of the glass just bounced off my fingertips before shattering to the floor.
I felt tears prick my eyes as my bad day continued getting worse.
I got onto my knees, feeling glass embed itself into my skin, and started scooping up the biggest shards into my hand. Tears filled my vision and soon enough they were falling.
"Hey, hey, stop that," I felt Nathaniel put his fingers around my wrist and gently tugged me up. "What's wrong? It's just a glass. Look, you've cut yourself now."
I wiped a few tears away with the back of my arm and looked at my palms. Sure enough, small cuts were scattered all over my skin, tiny pieces of glass going into them.
"Your knees as well," Nathaniel added. "Why were you being so stupid?"
I hiccuped before a sob escaped my lips and more tears left my eyes.
"Lucy, what's wrong? What's happened?" He asked.
I shook my head, stepping closer to him, wanting to feel his embrace but he gently moved me backwards.
"We have to clean you before you can hug me," I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. "There's a first aid box in my bathroom, not sure where others are."
I followed him out of the kitchen and into the elevator. He pulled me closer by throwing his arm over my shoulders.
"Tell me what's wrong?" He sounded worried.
I shook my head, the lump in my throat getting bigger.
We got out of the elevator and I followed him into his bedroom and then into his bathroom. He lifted me onto the counter before bending and getting the first aid box. He first got tweezers out of the box and turned to me. I held my palms faced upwards and he gently took the glass pieces out of my skin. I winced when he had to dig a little further.
He then turned the tweezers to my knees and did the same as I continued crying. When he was done throwing the glass pieces into his trashcan, he got out surgical spirits and dabbed some onto a ball of cotton.
"Just in case there was some dirt or something," he took my hand, moving it closer to him before pressing the cotton over the cuts.
I flinched back at the burning feeling, fresh tears pouring out of my eyes.
He did the same for my other hand and then my knees. I looked at my hands. The bleeding had stopped.
Nathaniel packed the box back into the counter before stepping closer to me and placing his hands on either sides of my thighs.
"Just a bad day, huh?" I nodded, turning my head.
I looked out of the bathroom door, my eyes catching something. I shoved passed him, getting off the counter and walking into his bedroom.
"You were leaving today?" I gestured to the bags at his bedroom door.
"You knew it was coming, Lucy," he sighed, leaning against the door frame.
I lowered my head, another sob raking through me. I felt his arms circle my waist and he pulled me onto his lap as he sat on his bed.
"This isn't the last time you're going to see me," he ran his fingers through my hair.
"You don't know that!" I looked up at him, his face a blur through my tears. "You might never want to come back here. Or maybe Debbie won't let you back. You don't know."
"Yeah, I don't know," he sighed. "What I do know is that I really like you and I want to make this work right now. So please don't doubt me right now, Luciana."
I wiped my tears away, butterflies settling in my abdomen again.
"Just trust me," he smiled slightly.
"I do," I leaned up, roughly placing my lips on his and pushing him so he was laying on his back and I was straddling him.
His hands settled on my hips and I hissed slightly, remembering the pain.
"Feisty today, huh?" He murmured against my mouth before his tongue found its way to mine.
I forgot about the pain, my hands placing themselves on his broad shoulders. Volcanoes were erupting where we were touching. His hands roamed downwards and towards my butt, squeezing slightly and I moaned softly.
Suddenly I was flipped around and Nathaniel was on top, kissing my jaw and neck.
"May I close the bedroom door?" He nipped below my ear and I gasped.
"Please," I begged.
He continued covering me in kisses and nips along my collarbone before ripping himself away and practically sprinting to close the door. Once it slammed shut, he was back on top of me, undoing the first button of my blouse.
I grabbed his face gently and placed my lips back on his, wanting to continue tasting him. His fingers left my buttons and went to my thighs, hitching them up onto his hips. They then trailed back up to the last two buttons, undoing them. He pulled me up so I was sitting, before sliding my shirt down my arms, still kissing me hungrily.
I moaned into his mouth as he pressed himself into me, his desire clearly evident.
I broke away from his lips and pulled his shirt over his head, his bare chest on full display for me. I looked into his lust filled eyes and smiled slightly before kissing him again.
He pulled back slightly and I groaned in protest. It was soon replaced by an exhilarated gasp as he bit my collarbone. His lips traveled over the swell of my breast, along my stomach and stopped at my belly button before coming up again.
"You're exquisite," he murmured before pulling away from me, a blush surfacing in my cheeks. "Loosen your hair."
I quirked an eyebrow at him before pulling the hair tie, my hair falling around my shoulders. He grabbed a few strands, twirling it around his fingers before bringing his lips down to meet mine again.
I fell backwards and he hovered above me, his fingers looping through the waistband of my shorts and pulling down. They were soon on the floor along with his own pants.
I was left in my black bra and lacy black thong. He had just his boxers left, his erection creating a tent.
"Are you sure you want this?" His fingers dug into my ribs.
"I don't think I've wanted anything more," I told him before biting my lip.
"On your stomach," he ordered and I obliged, twisting so I was laying on my stomach, my back to him.
He grabbed my butt, wiggling it slightly before giving me a spank, a squeak of pleasure rushing passed my lips. He grabbed the sides of my thong and swiftly pulled them off.
Were we going to do this from behind?
Hell, we could be doing this sideways and I would be satisfied, as long as it was with him.
There was shuffling behind me and soon I felt his fingers tickle up my back and unclasp my bra and I let it slide off my arms before throwing it to the pile of clothes.
I felt his breath on the back of my neck and I shivered. He bit down and I cried out, tingles shooting between my legs.
His knee came between my clenched thighs, spreading them apart and I felt his fingertips graze me.
"Someone's eager," he commented.
"You're being a dick by making me wait," I sighed.
"Ah, normal Lucy, as usual," he chuckled before plunging a finger deep into me.
Strong moans raked through my body and escaped my lips, goosebumps raising along my skin as he pumped.
I felt him add a second finger and I bucked backwards, driving him deeper. His other hand grabbed a fistful of hair, tilting my head back.
A few minutes of doing this and I was breathless, needing more.
Nathaniel knew that and removed his fingers, letting my hair go and I flopped my head onto his pillow, my breathing ragged.
"Better build up your energy cause I'm most definitely not done with you," he got off the bed and I heard a condom wrapper tear. "On your hands and knees."
I sluggishly did as he said and he was soon kneeling behind me. I felt his tip at my entrance and it took everything in me to not lean back.
His one hand gripped onto my hip as the other fisted into my hair again. The hand on my hip then tugged me back, a guttural cry echoing through the room as he squeezed himself into me.
"You okay?" He asked after a few seconds and I nodded, my toes curling.
He then began to pound against me mercilessly, the room being filled with my shrieks of pleasure and his occasional grunt.  It took me mere minutes to feel my peak coming.
I thrust my hip backwards, a rhythm being created between us. My breath caught as his hand left my hair and reached under me, cupping my breast.
The hand on my hip reached downwards, his own fingers meeting his thrusts.
I bit onto the pillow as he continued thrusting and playing, bringing me closer and closer to my climax. A few seconds later, I was crying out, my muscles clenching around him before he reached his own peak, his hips bucking into my butt.
I steadied my breathing before collapsing, Nathaniel getting off the bed and throwing away the full condom. I closed my eyes, crossing my legs and putting my hands underneath the pillow.
I heard a zipper close and my eyes snapped open to see a fully clothed Nathaniel standing before me.
"I have to leave," he told me and I sat up quickly.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"I told you, I'm going back to my apartment," he placed my clothes next to me.
"But I gave you what you wanted," I brought the pillow up to my naked chest.
He frowned, stopping in his tracks.
"You think sex would've made me stay?" His voice was low, dangerous.
"Well, it's what you wanted," I shrugged. "Maybe you saying you want to go back to your apartment was your way of bedding me."
His expression become angry and he inhaled sharply.
"You think I would trick you into having sex with me?" He spat. "You think I would change my mind just because you offered yourself on a silver platter? How could you even think not having sex with you would be important enough to go back to my apartment for?"
The blood drained from my face and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I scrambled to put my bra and thong back on, almost tripping myself in the process.
"Luciana, I didn't mean it that way," he said frustratedly as I pulled up my shorts.
"I know exactly how you mean it," I gathered my shirt and shoes in my arms and made a run for the door.
He blocked the way.
"Move," I breathed, tears already forming in my eyes.
"Sex isn't important," he sighed, grabbing my arm,
"Well maybe not to you but that meant everything to me, Nathaniel," I looked at his face. "No matter if you've done the same thing with hundreds of other girls, it was special to me. I didn't think any of those things you accused me of. I did this because I wanted to. But you are more than willing to leave straight after!"
I shoved passed him and went straight into my bedroom, pulling my shirt back over my head. I turned and locked the door before throwing myself onto my bed, whimpering.
It was quiet outside meaning that he probably left without saying goodbye.
I cried harder at the fact that that could've been the last time I would see him.