Chapter 5

5

Alice

Sebastian buckled me into the cab.

Buckled me in and double checked the strap, kissed me on the forehead.

It’s all I can think about on the short drive to his hotel.

How caring for me comes so naturally to him. He holds my hand on the seat between us, his thumb brushing my knuckles, right to left. I can see the jut of his erection and when he sees me looking at it, he holds the index finger of his free hand to his lips. His obvious state of arousal is our secret.

I need to be your Daddy.

Oh my god. Is this real?

I’m achingly wet beneath my short, black skirt and the white button-down top does nothing to hide my hard nipples. Every fantasy I’ve ever had is coming true and I swear if I couldn’t feel the reassuring weight of his hand, I’d think I was dreaming. But I do feel it. And I smell his expensive cologne. His five o’clock shadow is bristling his jaw and those are real, tangible details I’ve never come up with while alone in my bed with my fingers down my panties.

He lifts our joined hands and settles them on my thigh, his attention sliding from the rearview mirror to me. My legs. Slowly, he lets go of my hand and smooths his palm over my knee, cupping it tightly.

“You’ve grown up so nicely,” he murmurs, sliding his fingertips up my inner thigh. Before he can reach my apex, I squeeze my legs together with a giggle and stop his progress. “And yet, you’re still my innocent girl, aren’t you?” His voice hardens ever so slightly. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper quickly. “I’m still innocent.”

He relaxes in the seat, but doesn’t take his hand off my inner thigh. His fingers stay there, brushing the sensitive skin up and back, up and back. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like to change that?”

“Maybe a little bit,” I say in a small voice.

His fingers stop moving. “With who?”

My gaze is drawn to the curved bulge in his lap, then quickly away. “Um. I don’t know.”

Sebastian’s low chuckle has me clutching my thighs together again, but this time it’s involuntary. I don’t know what I was expecting tonight, but I thought there would be some discussion first about…how all of this is going to work. I never thought we would fall into our fantasy roles so easily, so perfectly, without even having to exchange a word and it’s the most amazing gift.

“I think you do know,” Sebastian leans over and breathes in my ear. “I think you’re worried what you’ve thought about is bad.”

“Isn’t it?”

“A little.” He presses a single finger to my mound, teasing the very top of my clitoris. “That’s why we have to think of a good story to tell everyone. When they ask how you spent your weekend with Daddy.”

I can’t catch my breath. Moisture seeps into the material of my panties and I know he can feel it. His slow, satisfied grin tells me so. This man has total control over my body, but there’s more. There’s the line of connection between us that seems plugged directly into my heart. It’s pounding, telling me this is where I’m supposed to be. That I was lost until now.

He’s leaving tomorrow.

“How are we really going to spend it?” I whisper, ignoring the ticking countdown clock until Sebastian flies back to London and out of my life.

His index finger traces down the slit of my femininity. “At some point, we’re going to get these bratty, little panties off.”

I swallow hard. “We are?”

Blue eyes twinkle an inch from mine. “But first, we’re going to bake.”

The cab comes to a halt at the same time my heart drops. “What?”

He takes my hand and brings it to his amused lips. “I wasn’t lying when I said you had potential today, Alice.”

“I…you…” I sputter, trying to wrangle my hormones. “You weren’t?”

“No. You just need the right guidance. I’m going to give it to you. Among other things.” He kisses my hand and lets it go so he can pay the driver, then he helps me out onto the street, tucking me protectively into his side. Of course he’s staying at the Four Seasons. I’m still so turned on from our conversation in the cab, I feel like an exposed nerve walking through the elegant lobby, passing the eagle-eyed receptionist and guests.

When we step inside the elevator, he presses a button simply marked “penthouse” and the reality of the situation begins to take hold. I’m going home with Sebastian Cove—and we’re going to sleep together. After he gives me a private baking lesson. What planet have I crash-landed on? This day started off terrible…and while I might be aflutter with nerves about what’s to come, it’s ending in the most incredible way I could have imagined.

The hotel room overlooks the glittering city from all sides. I grew up in this town and even I’m dazzled. There’s a balcony running along the left side of the space, complete with a gazebo and hot tub. To the right is a sixteen-seat dining area and chef’s kitchen, all overlooking a fireplace where a roaring fire is crackling merrily. “Wow,” I whisper, taking off my sensible work heels by the door and sighing as my feet sink into luxurious white carpet. “This place is…something else.”

Sebastian comes up behind me and kisses my neck, turning my knees to jello. “It was just another room until you walked into it.”

And then he just walks away, as if he didn’t spout poetry in my ear in his delicious accent. “You too,” I say, in a daze, following in his footsteps to the kitchen. I draw up short when I see someone has laid out bowls, pre-measured ingredients and chopping boards for this baking lesson. “Did you do all this?”

“No, my assistant is somewhere in this hotel. Probably hiding from me. I wasn’t in the best mood when I found you’d run away from me.”

Shyly, I tuck some hair behind my ear. “How did you find me, anyway?”

He picks up a package of butter and examines the label, looking every inch the culinary genius. “I paid off someone in a headset.”

“That has to break some laws.”

“I’d have done far worse to track you down.” He reaches down to preheat the oven, then crooks his finger at me. “Come, Alice.”

I join him in the kitchen, no choice in the matter. He’s the silver fox of my dreams and I’m the little girl who’s going to obey him, because I need to.

Because I want to.

Sebastian catches me by the hips and settles me in between his hard body and the kitchen counter. Slowly, he fits my butt against his lap and he grunts into my hair, subtly rocking his erection between the split of my cheeks. “When people ask what you did this weekend, you can say baking.” His breath is hot on my neck. “It won’t be a lie, will it, darling?”

“No.”

“That’s a good girl.” His fingers find the buttons of my shirt, starting at the top and popping each one through their holes. Slowly, slowly. “I want you to be comfortable here.” He tugs the open shirt down my arms, untucking it along the way, before letting the white material slip to the ground. “We can be comfortable with each other, can’t we, Alice?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip hard when he unsnaps the front of my bra, easing the silky cups aside and exposing my breasts. They’re already heaving up and down, the air conditioning causing my nipples to pucker.

He traces a single fingertip up the center of my belly, dragging it between my breasts and around each nipple with breathtaking lightness. “These are very pretty and your Daddy wants to see them.” His voice is a thick, masculine scrape of sound above my head. “Good Christ, I better leave on that skintight skirt or we’ll never get this cake in the oven.”

“Why?” I whisper innocently, tilting my head back to look up at Sebastian.

His palm cradles my right breast, molding it gently. “Ah, Alice. You’re going to get quite an education tonight.”

My brow furrows. “The kind I learn in school?”

“No, the kind only I can teach you.” His hand travels to my opposite breast and teases my nipple with a rough knuckle. “The secret kind, remember?” I start to question him further, but he takes my chin in his hand and directs my attention to the cake ingredients. “Right. First, we’re going to make the mixture. These are the ingredients for a basic Black Forest cake.”

“Okay,” I say, eyeing the pre-measured cups with distrust. In addition to the cups, there is a standing mixer, greased cake pans, bowls and several utensils I recognize from the kitchen at Landmark, but don’t own myself. “Um. I’m using the standing mixer, right? Which ingredient goes in first?”

Sebastian’s mouth lands on my neck and licks in a slow line up to my earlobe. “Start on the left and work your way right. Flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, salt. Combine them slowly,” he rasps, making goosebumps break out down my arms. Nearly shaking from our closeness, I do as he says, which is incredibly distracting considering he’s raking that wicked tongue up and down my neck and his fingers are busy playing with my nipples. “Good. Now use the bowl to whisk the wet ingredients. Pour in the hot water slowly. We don’t want to cook the eggs.”

I huff a sound. “This is where I went wrong today, isn’t it?”

There’s a smile in his voice. “Perhaps.”

“I can’t believe you even tasted it.” My head falls back on his shoulder, enjoying the gentle way he’s kneading my breasts. “I’ve seen you refuse to taste way better cakes than mine on television.”

“This was different, Alice,” he says, kissing my temples. “It was you.”

My heart belts out a high note in my chest and it’s almost impossible to concentrate on the task at hand. With Sebastian’s hands on mine, guiding me through the process of cracking an egg, it’s suddenly easy. Time has slowed down and the stress of making a mistake has vanished. There’s only him and me and the perfect buildup to what’s coming.

Once all of the wet ingredients are combined, he guides me through combining them with the dry mixture. He hums in my ear as we run the standing mixer, his hands over mine, grinding his erection slowly against my bottom, almost as if by accident. But we both know it’s not. We’re both well aware that he continues to inch up my skirt, little by little, leaving my cheeks exposed. By the time we pour the cake mixture into the waiting pans, my panties are soaked through and it’s taking all of my willpower not to push my backside into his lap and beg for more, more, more of whatever he’s planning to do.

How freeing is that? Leaving the night in his hands, knowing he’ll take care of everything, including me? This is what I’ve been pining for since I can remember.

Sebastian leaves me briefly to put the cake layers in the oven. He returns quickly, before I can miss him too much, breathing heavily into the crook of my neck. “Now we make the frosting.” I hear him unbuckling his belt and the zipper of his pants comes down, the metal zlick making the flesh between my thighs constrict. My hands are shaking as he walks me through the process of creating the whipped cream frosting. I’m breathing like I just ran a race and I can barely follow his instructions, my need has built to such a fever pitch. “Would you like to lick the whisk?”

“Yes,” I pant.

He whirls me around, pressing the small of my back against the counter and I almost break at the sight of him. The masculine lust darkening his eyes, the strain around his beautiful mouth. Between us, I can feel his stiffness against my belly, but I don’t dare look down until he tells me. He brings the cream-covered whisk to my lips. “Lick it up, darling.”

Watching him shyly from beneath my eyelashes, I do what I’m told, treating my tongue to a long swipe of the delicious-tasting cream.

“Mmm.” He drops his face toward mine. “Shall I taste it, too?”

After a short hesitation, I nod.

Sebastian’s eyes glitter at my response. His full, hard mouth presses to mine, lingering, kissing me softly in an almost fatherly way. Once, twice. Then ever so carefully, he parts my lips and dips his tongue inside, stealing my gasp with a testing swipe of his tongue. “Do you like that, Alice?”

I sway on the balls of my feet. “I-I think so.”

“Your hard little nipples are telling me you do.” He touches the whisk to my erect nipple, leaving a dollop of cream behind, before dipping his head and licking it off. My back arches involuntarily and I moan. “Yes, I think you like my mouth on you very much.”

“Is that bad?” I sob.

“We’ll worry about that in the light of day.” Sweat is beginning to appear on his upper lip when he holds up the whisk again. “Would you like more?”

“Yes, please.”

Sebastian takes me by the hand and leads me to the living room. My heart is going a hundred miles an hour, waiting to see what he’ll do. I’m caught off-guard when he lies down on the couch and instructs me to straddle his chest. I can’t see his face. I’m facing the opposite direction and now I can finally see that male part of him, so stiff and hard where it protrudes from his unzipped pants.

The whisk appears in front of me. “Have some more.”

Dutifully, I lick the utensil, briefly catching sight of us in the picture window overlooking the city. I’m topless, sitting on Sebastian Cove’s chest, my skirt leaving nothing to the imagination, and licking cream off a whisk.

What incredible life is this?

I lean in for more, but Sebastian moves the utensil out of reach, down near his lap, carefully rubbing a length of white cream on his shaft. “Do you want another taste bad enough to lick it off my cock, Alice?”

“I…I don’t know,” I say, sounding unsure.

His chest is heaving beneath me. “We don’t want it to go to waste, do we?”

“No…”

“Lean forward and lick it off, darling.” His hand presses to the center of my back, pushing me face down toward his lap. “Daddy needs this.”