Chapter 6

6

Sebastian

Sweet bloody hell, the first swipe of her tongue on my cock nearly ends me. I almost lose my seed all over her angelic little face, but bear down on my lust and hold off. I have no idea how I managed to draw out the evening this long when I wanted to drag her down and fuck her the moment we walked into the hotel room.

Alice.This girl has turned me inside out. From her humor, to her beauty, to her backbone, to the way she submits to me. Trusts me. She’s a treasure that I might have never discovered if I’d stayed in London. The mere thought causes panic to well up like a geyser in my chest and I have to stroke my hands down her smooth back to remind myself she’s here.

Oh, she’s definitely here. She’s lapping at my cock like an innocent, but my view is anything but. With her leaning forward, giving my aching dick the attention that it needs, her bottom has fully come out of her skirt, showing off her lily white panties, ruffles and bows sewn into the sides.

She’s every inch my little girl and I’m her Daddy.

This was never a fantasy I entertained, but as soon as I found out it was Alice’s, it became an addiction I couldn’t live without. With every passing moment in the taxi and the kitchen, being Alice’s man in charge went from addiction to obsession. I’ve never been so hard in my life—and I’ve never been so positive I’ll never get hard again for anyone but Alice. For anything but this. The roles we both seem born to play, with only each other.

Her tongue dances over the tip of my cock and I groan, long and hard, precome spurting from the tip. I want more than anything to fist my erection and stuff it in her cherubic pink mouth, but Alice deserves better. And besides, getting there is proving to be an intoxicating experience in itself.

“What is that?” she asks, obviously referring to the milky liquid dripping down the sides of my dick.

“It’s a different flavor of cream, Alice.” I drop the whisk beside the couch and reach forward, massaging her sexy ass cheeks. “Would you like to try it while I test the flavor of yours?”

“Um…I don’t know,” she hedges, beautifully.

“I can see how wet your panties are, darling. I think you do know.” I ease aside the drenched material of her underwear, my loins coiling at the sight of her sweet pink slit and her pretty puckered asshole. Fuck. In a million lifetimes, I could never come upon a sight as perfect and arousing and she’s all mine. “I saw the way you looked at Daddy’s cock on the ride home. It’s all right to be curious.” I trace a finger along her back entrance, down to her cunt, sliding my digit ever so slightly into her tight, girly fuck hole. “It’s only you and me here.”

Her breath catches. “Should you be d-doing that?”

“Little girl, if anyone has the God-given right to finger you, it’s me.”

“Oh. Okay.” She shifts on my chest and then I feel her lips graze my cock. I hold my breath as she circles my pulsing tip with her mouth and tests the slit with her tongue. “Like that?”

“Yes,” I grit out. “Hold the very bottom in two hands and try to get me into your mouth far enough that your lips touch your fingers.”

“That’s far.”

The wonder in her tone makes my gut ripple with lust. “Try for me.” I tug her hips back just a little and lean my head in, teasing her folds with my tongue—earning a squeak from Alice. “Now, relax. I’m just tasting my little girl’s pussy.” I press my tongue into her flesh and wiggle it against her clit. “It’s sweet, just like your smile.”

Her cunt flexes against my mouth and her unique moisture greets my taste buds, inciting my hunger further. Keeping her panties to the side with my hooked thumb, I spread her ass cheeks in my hands and feast. Her tentative licks of my cock make me wild, but nothing prepares me for Alice trying to deep throat me with frustrated little gags and sobs. Her clit swells under repeated writhes of my tongue and I can do nothing but worship that vibrating little bud, increasing my pace when her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my head.

“Daddy,” she whines. “Something is ha-happening to me.”

“Let it happen,” I growl, drawing her bud between my lips and suckling lightly. Letting it go and batting it with the tip of my tongue, licking it hard.

“Oh my God.” She presses her cunt to my mouth, like she can’t help it, rubbing her drenched pink flesh all over my chin and tongue, whimpering like a confused angel. “It feels so good. And it aches and…oh. Oh!”

Her nails dig into my thighs and her trembles turn violent, her throaty sobs of my name a thing of beauty. I lap at her hungrily, unwilling to let a single drop of her pleasure escape me. I made it. I own it. It’s mine.

As soon as she’s finished convulsing, I reach up and fist her hair, guiding her face back down to my lap, lifting my hips urgently. Need. Need to come. The taste of her has turned me into a crazed animal. “Good girl. Now do the same for me. I need it so bad, darling. Sink your pretty mouth down to my balls and open your throat. We’re going to fill your tummy with cream. Won’t that be nice?”

She only manages to work her lips down halfway when my balls lose the battle and I come down her tight throat. My stomach knits up so tight at the fierceness of my climax, my head flies back on a roar. And ah fuck, she loves it. She moans loudly and tries to get close as humanly possible, fisting my cock in two hands and twisting, slicking me with spit and sucking the seed out of me. I feel it overflowing her pretty mouth and splashing out onto my thighs and the couch beneath, but she keeps going, trying to swallow as much as she can while I praise her with rough strokes of her bottom.

“My darling girl loves her cream, doesn’t she?” I lean in and kiss her smooth pussy once, twice. “There’s more. Make sure you save room for later.”

She flops down on me with a lusty sigh, her sides heaving, that sweet backside still inches from my face—and when the oven timer goes off, we laugh. It’s the most perfect moment I’ve ever experienced in my life, knowing I’ve satisfied this girl physically and now her tinkling laugh expands the warmth in my chest. Warmth I’ve never known I was capable of.

Determined to keep her happy and smiling, I pick Alice up in my arms and carry her to the kitchen to assemble her cake. With her eyes looking up at me with such trust…and dare I say affection? I am suddenly desperate to know every single thing about her. Alice. This woman I have already fallen in love with.

* * *

Alice

I’m wrappeda hotel robe that feels like a cloud, huddled in the middle of a king-sized bed and Sebastian is forking Black Forest cake into my mouth. This has to be heaven because God himself wouldn’t be able to top it. My body is still buzzing from the orgasm he gave me with his mouth and oh my God I can’t even think about it without squealing internally, my toes curling like a pig’s tail.

“Where do you live, Alice?”

“I have a one-bedroom in Morningside Heights.” I squint out the picture window overlooking the city, trying to get my bearings and finally point north. “Way up that way.”

“Mmm. Do you like it there?”

“It’s nothing special, but it’s mine.” I lick a crumb off my finger and watch his blue eyes darken. Oh man, look at him sitting there. Shirtless and ruthlessly fit and sprinkled in black and gray hair. I could snap a picture of him just like this and it could pass for the cover of People magazine’s sexiest man alive edition. “My parents are civil servants. They worked really hard for what I had growing up and I like to do the same.” I lift my chin with mock pride. “I’m kind of cheap, actually. I love a bargain.”

His expression is intense. “You deserve spoiling.”

“I’m being spoiled right now.” I accept another forkful of cake from Sebastian and just like the last bite, it’s the most delectable thing I’ve ever tasted. “How did I have anything to do with this wonderful cake?”

“You let yourself enjoy making it. That’s how.” He takes his own bite. “You’re someone who likes being good at things. I could tell when I saw you at Landmark. You take pride in running a tight ship.”

“You’re right.” Pleasure flushes me at the proof he’s been paying close attention. “The first time I tried baking, I failed. Hard. It was a birthday cake for my mother and it looked more like a mud pie than anything.”

“And every time you tried after that, you were too afraid of messing up to enjoy the process?”

“Something like that.” I flop sideways on the bed, my body sated and my belly full of cake, folding my hands under my cheek and looking up at the man of my dreams. Literally. “Maybe you’ve cured me.”

He sets down the fork on the plate in favor of stroking my hair. “Maybe.” A thoughtful light enters his eyes. “We’ve established you like being good at things, so explain your choice in men.”

A flush climbs my neck. “You are my choice in men,” I whisper.

“Yes. And I’m grateful as hell for that. But I’m talking about the tosser who nominated you to be ambushed.”

“Oh. I’d forgotten about him,” I say honestly, my forehead in a pucker. “I’ve dated. A lot. I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone who made me feel like…you. Or meet someone who could fulfill those fantasies. But I had to try and capture the feeling of being…precious. Belonging to a man who was in charge.” My laughter is quiet. “It usually only takes me a couple of weeks to realize a guy doesn’t have what you have. And I break up with them. But I’ve never…I didn’t have to be physical with them to find out. It was just a feeling. I knew.” I drop my voice to a murmur. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was a virgin. I’ve barely even kissed anyone. I think part of me was waiting. Just in case…”

Sebastian eases me onto my back and climbs on top of me in nothing but his boxer briefs—and I almost pass out from the heat that swamps me. “Just in case the man you’ve been having fantasies about since you were a young girl…ends up as a judge on a reality show and you a contestant?”

I giggle. “Kind of a long shot, huh?”

“Yes.” A frown mars his brow. “But thank God it happened.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Thank God.” Feeling absolutely decadent, I wrap my legs around his hips. “What about you, Mr. Cove? What have you been doing all your life, besides taking the world by storm with your desserts and making people cry on television?”

He chuckles and a hot tingle passes through me, head to toe. Wow. I thought he was beautiful when he glared, but when he’s amused, he’s a five alarm fire.

“I’ve been…” He stops short, his stare turning a little distant. “Going through the motions. Only I don’t think I realized it until now. I’ve always thought, I have fame and money and respect, so if I’m still unhappy, that’s my own bloody fault.” His gaze is drawn back to mine, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “I thought there was something missing inside of me. Something I needed to be happy. But I don’t think that’s true anymore. I was missing you.”

Sebastian’s lips graze over mine and neither one of us can seem to break eye contact. This part of me I’ve always guarded so tightly from other men? I give it to him freely. Letting him see past the woman to the girl beneath. She needs a firm hand, to be cherished, to be used for wicked purposes. All of it. Only from him.

He leans back a little, his right hand moving between us to toy with the tie of my robe. Through the thickness of the terrycloth, I can feel the heat of his touch and it makes my thighs jerk around his hips. I can feel the shift in the energy between us, this man turning from Sebastian to Daddy right in front of my eyes.

Slowly, he loosens the belt of my robe. “Have you been taking those pills I bought you?”

Breathless, I nod dutifully. Obviously he didn’t buy me any pills. He’s setting up part of our fantasy scenario and it sends a thrill of anticipation through me. “Yes, I’ve been taking them.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He parts my robe all the way, exposing my body, which is naked except for my sodden, stretched out panties. “But why do I have to take them?”

Sebastian traces a fingertip down the center of my body, starting at the hollow of my throat and ending at the rosebud that’s sewn into the waistband of my underwear. He hooks that finger beneath the elastic and begins drawing the white panties down my legs. “Remember when we were in the living room and you took my cock in your mouth?”

A flush floods my cheeks. “Yes.”

“Remember my come going down your pretty little throat?”

I bite my lip and nod again, the muscles in my abdomen spasming over the terribly delicious way he’s speaking to me.

Sebastian tosses away my panties and cups his hand around my womanhood. “This time, I’m going to put my seed in here. Deep, deep inside here, darling.”

“Isn’t that how babies are made?”

“That’s what the pills are for. Alice and Daddy need to fuck without having to answer any difficult questions nine months down the road.” Sebastian removes the robe from around my shoulders and I almost gasp at the sensation of being exposed, in the center of this huge, heavenly bed, knowing he plans to be inside me soon. Next, he stands, making me watch as he strokes his erection through the light material of his boxer briefs, gritting his teeth when a spot of wet appears near the tip. “Someday I’ll take you far away from here and make your belly nice and round, over and over again. Someday.” He shakes his head while looking me over. “When you look old enough to pass for my young wife.”

His briefs come off, leaving us both naked, and he prowls over me on the bed, his tongue licking a path from my belly all the way up to my throat.

“You make me so crazy, little girl,” he breathes, his mouth descending down again, going lower than my belly this time. His teeth scrape over the bare flesh of my mound, before he kisses it gently. Once, twice, a third time. His hands are on my knees, moving them apart and I whimper, fisting the bedcovers when he parts my folds with his tongue, seeking out my already sensitive clit. “Still so swollen from riding my face, aren’t you?”

“Please. Please.”

“Please, what? Lick you again?”

“Yes,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

“No, no. You’re going to look this time. We’re not dancing around what this is anymore.” He gives my femininity a light swat.” I’m finally licking and fucking my sweet, little Alice tonight and she knows it. She’s asking for it.”

Inundated with lust, I look down my body through the fine haze of desire, watching my breasts heave, their nipples in aroused crowns. I watch Sebastian’s tongue dip between my flesh and pet my clit, plumping it further by rubbing it with incredible texture. His middle finger pushes inside me and unlike earlier on the couch, I don’t encounter an uncomfortable twinge. No, it feels wonderful and fills me with the most exciting pressure.

He worries my sensitive bud between his lips and adds a second finger inside me, stretching my walls and making my cry out. There is pleasure folded into the new feeling, but it promises to be so intense, it takes me looking into Sebastian’s eyes to trust it. But I do and with one final flick of his tongue against my clit, my orgasm crashes down on me. With the upheaval of sensation taking away my ability to see, my hips buck—at least until Sebastian pins them down with his own, anchoring my quivering body to the bed. Oh it’s so good. It feels so good.

“This first time might seem a little frantic, darling.” He pushes his fisted shaft between the lips of my sex, leaving it poised at the entrance and his breath turns labored. “You’ve had me worked up for a very long time.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper, shifting beneath him on the bed.

He groans at my use of the title and eases his thickness inside me, inch by inch. “Are you? The wider you open your legs, the sorrier I’ll know you are,” he rasps. “Show me.” Keeping my expression contrite, I let my knees drop open, splaying my thighs as wide as possible—and Sebastian thrusts home, growling wildly as he sinks into me fully. “Good girl. Good girl. Ah, fuck, it’s so tight.”

There is a definite edge of discomfort with Sebastian’s rock hard arousal filling me so completely, but I’m so turned on by how we play, I almost enjoy it. The pain of being taken by a man is part of the excitement.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, kissing my neck reverently once, then lifting his head to study my face with a mixture of concern and hunger.

“I love it,” I manage, smoothing my palms over his muscular shoulders. Clinging to them. “Weekends with you are my favorite.”

His open mouth drops into my neck and he starts to roll his hips forward, impaling me with thrusts that come faster and faster. “Fucking hell,” he growls. “Believe me, they’re my favorite, too, little girl.”

Sebastian’s lips find mine, taking them in a kiss of possession. He takes my hands from his shoulders, pinning my wrists above my head, and I’ve never felt more feminine. More conquered. More myself. He appears almost angry on top of me, his face in an expression of pain, but I have the new knowledge of the kind of hurt that leads to pleasure. I learned it from this man. And I want to give him release so badly, I work my hips to meet his thrusts, the sound of my girlish mewls filling the room along with the smack of his heavy testicles hitting my bottom.

“That’s right, darling. Squeeze me into your fresh, little cunt. Make amends for all the teasing. Daddy’s needed this so badly.”

“I’ve needed it, too,” I sob, tightening my inner walls around him, turning his jaw slack and making him pump all the harder.

“We don’t have to need anymore. We can take as much as we want.” He drops his head and licks my nipples, one and then the other. “I’ll gladly go to hell as long as I can ride this pussy all the way there.”

He closes his mouth around my right nipple, sucking and laving me with his tongue and a line pulls tight inside of me. My clit is already so sensitive from being loved by Sebastian’s mouth that a mere graze of his shaft, combined with his tongue curling around my nipple, pushes me into a climax. It’s even more intense than my first two orgasms, because Sebastian grinds down on my swollen button of flesh and gives me a savage flash of teeth. The sensations pouring through me are pure elation and sex and freedom, holding me in their grip. I scream and writhe beneath Sebastian, but he simply drops his mouth to mine and whispers me through the tumult, his hips continuing to drive at a breakneck pace.

“You’re all I need. You’re all I need, beautiful little girl. My cock is so wet from your come and now I’m going to fuck you harder with it. I’m not mad at you, but it’s going to seem like it, hmm? Daddy’s dick just hurts so bad and you’re the cause.”

I’m glad he prepared me, because I have time to suck in a breath before Sebastian lets go of my pinned wrists. He throws my legs over his shoulders, folds my body in half and wraps his right hand around my neck, squeezing. He bears down on me like a beast, his eyes clenched shut as he rams into me, crazed, the wet smacking sounds echoing off the bedroom walls along with his curses. I’m aroused beyond belief by his show of dominance and with my body in this position, there’s nothing I can do but take it. This is heaven. Dark, twisted heaven and I want to take up permanent residence here.

I watch in worshipful awe when a shudder passes through Sebastian and his thrusts speed up, my body bouncing up and down on the mattress with the strength of his pumps. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “Alice.”

He flattens me to the bed and plows into me one final time, his big frame shaking above me. His thick sex is so deep inside my body, I swear I feel the pressure of it in my stomach. I certainly feel the flood of heat he’s giving off, the thick moistness he’s leaving deep in my loins. His hand remains around my throat, but not tight enough to stop me from crying out his name, again and again.

And when he collapses, I rejoice in the weight of him. It feels new, yet it also seems like he’s been there forever. Like I was just waiting for him to show up and make me a woman. Make me his. Make me…happy.

“Wow,” I whisper, tears pricking the back of my eyelids.

He turns us onto our sides and I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, before he can see my emotions, which are plain as day on my face. I’ve fallen in love with the real version of Sebastian Cove. Not just the one in my head. I’m so happy about it, but I’m also scared. He’s leaving in the morning, isn’t he?

What happens now? We haven’t spoken about whether we’re going to see each other beyond tomorrow. Am I crazy to think there could be more for us after we only met this morning? He lives in London and I live in New York. We’re an ocean away. I can’t really expect Sebastian to change his life at the drop of a hat, can I? Even if I am willing to change mine.

I am, I realize. I would go anywhere with him.

If he feels as strongly as I do.

If.

I start to panic, but when his strong arms close around me and he holds me like he’ll never let me go, I decide to trust him. And if the worst happens and he decides to fly home tomorrow without a backward glance, at least I’ll have this one perfect night to remember forever.