Chapter 15

Alistair is quiet on the drive back to Blakefield. I don't know where his driver went, but it seems that he wants me all to himself. Things didn't go as planned and I don't know why I feel this heaviness in my chest. Like I don't want him to go. I don't like the idea of him being mad at me, as ridiculous as that sounds.

He's really the only thing resembling family that I have left. And I just ruined everything.

My grandmother always said my mouth would get me into trouble one day, and I guess she wasn't kidding. I'm a walking disaster area, always have been.

As I stare out of the window, I wonder what it would be like to be a billionaire. Alistair must've worked his can off to acquire such wealth in as little as seventeen years. I had no idea his business was so ridiculously lucrative.

I hold onto my dessert to go; yes, I did take two of the crème br?lée to enjoy later when I sulk in my room over how disastrous tonight went. I mean, it could've been worse, I suppose.

Now he just feels sorry for me, and that feels kinda weird. It makes me nervous to think that if it weren't for who we are, we'd no doubt be in bed together without a care in the world.

Out of nowhere, he speaks. "You asked me how long it had been since I used élégance." His voice is quiet, almost broody. Like he's been carefully planning what he's about to say. Yes, I remember. And he gave me some cock and bull story. "Well, it's been a long time. I only used them in the first place when I had something to attend. It was easier to take a professional than a woman who's going to latch onto me and make more out of our date than I wanted. And sex? It's been a while. I've been busy at work and that's why my friends bought me… well, you."

I appreciate the honesty, still, I don't turn my head toward him. "You don't have to explain to me," I say, my tone neutral. "You don't owe me anything."

"Perhaps not, but I still wanted you to know."

"So I don't think badly of you?"

"You think that concerns me?"

"Yes. Or you wouldn"t be explaining why it's been so long for you."

He clears his throat. "Do you want to come work for me?"

I turn to look at him. "Yes. But I don't want to work in your office, Alistair. I want more." I notice his grip on the steering wheel tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Just hear me out. This could be good for the both of us. I could be… yours. Your Princess, Alistair. To do with what you please. You obviously like kinky shit or you wouldn't be hiring escorts at élégance. And I'm into that. I wouldn"t have to work there anymore. I'd be… exclusive."

His jaw ticks. "You really can get over the fact that we're…"

"Stop saying it. We're not related. You need a professional, and I can be that for you. I can give you what you need, like a sugar baby." I know I'm pushing it, but I don't care. It's now or never. "This way you get to stop feeling guilty because I'll spend your money, Daddy. I'll spend it and you'll love every second of it."

He swallows hard and my eyes glance down. I'm betting he's hard in his pants. I know what I do to him. I know that he thinks he has all the control, but that's where he's wrong.

"A sugar baby?"

"Yes. You want me to spell it out for you?" He gives me a warning look and I stifle a laugh. "The bonus is; we both get to get off. I can be there when you need me. You don't have to go without anything or worry about me nagging you because you're out late. You call, and I'll be there." I know it sounds like one big booty call, but I've been thinking about this all night. And I want Alistair. I know we can never be anything more than just two people who shouldn't be fucking, but God damn if I don't want to.

I've been wet for Alistair for a whole fucking day, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't need him right now.

I lean over and grip his thigh with my hand. He glances down at it and I see his back stiffen.

"Charlize." He sounds pained.

"Give in to it. Pretend we don't know one another. I'm your little brat. I never fucking listen, Alistair. I deserve to be spanked, don't I, Daddy?"

He finally snaps. He exits the motorway and drives for a few minutes, his eyes on the road intensely, before we're pulling up onto a deserted side street.

He puts the car into park and turns to me, his nostrils flaring. "Stop fucking goading me."

"Or else what?"

"You're playing with fire."

I move my hand up his thigh and he doesn't stop me when I reach his crotch. He hisses when I press my palm over his erection. "So hard."

"Fuck."

"I want to taste you," I whisper. "Please let me."

His eyes look pained when he suddenly reaches down and slides his chair back. "Turn around," he says.

I blink. "What?"

"You heard me. Turn around and back that little ass up to me. Do it now."

A thrill runs through me as I scoot around in the chair — which is no easy feat when you're tall.

"Pull your leggings down, panties too."

"You could've told me that before I turned around…"

He spanks my ass as I yelp. "Do as you"re told, Brat."

Oh, God.

He did not.

I feel the slickness between my legs, my core trembling. I'm craving him. I want to do so many things to this delicious man that it makes my head spin.

I yank my leggings and panties down and pull them past my thighs. My bare ass on display as he makes a carnal sound in the back of his throat that goes straight to my clit. Remembering how I fucked his face last night only spurs me on all the more. I know what that mouth and tongue are capable of and it's thrilling having no idea what he's going to do to me.

"You think it's funny that you make Daddy this hard, Little Brat?"

Oh, his words. I need friction, fast. I bite down on my lip as I wiggle my ass at him, looking at his silhouette over my shoulder. It's dark so I can't see all of his face, but when his grey eyes meet mine, I'm shocked at the level of intensity I see there.

His hunger is like an inferno and I can't get enough of it.

"I think Daddy likes it," I whisper. Then I feel his hands on my ass. He caresses me, smoothing his palms over my ass as I close my eyes. My nipples pebble, needing to be touched.

"I do like it. What I don't like is this smart mouth." A few seconds later, he smacks one cheek and I yelp. "Count."

"Oh."

Whack. He smacks my other cheek.

"I said, count!"

"One."

Whack.

"Two."

Whack.

"Fuck… three…"

"Did you keep pushing my buttons tonight?"

Whack.

"Yes! Four."

Whack.

"And why did you do that, Princess?"

"To annoy you."

He smooths his palm over my stinging cheeks, but I know he's not done yet.

Whack.

"Five!"

Whack.

"Six!"

"Why do you always want to annoy me?"

He pauses and I clench my core. I need to come. "Because it turns me on."

He grunts.

Whack.

"Seven! Oh, Alistair."

"Oh Alistair, what? And you don't call me by my first name." Whack. "You call me Mr. Devereaux or Daddy when we're like this. Understand?" Whack.

I've lost count but it doesn't matter. I'm so wet it's ridiculous. As if sensing the shift in me, he moves one hand between my legs and groans when he feels how wet I am.

"Pull your shirt up. Play with your tits. Don't come until I tell you to."

Oh, for fucks sake! I need it so bad.

I do as he says, yanking my top up and my bra down. I tug on my nipple as he fingers my pussy, his fingertips brushing my clit that's so sensitive, one touch will set me alight.

But he told me not to come.

"Don't tease," I cry out. "Please."

He inserts a finger and I just about die.

"Please, what?"

I swallow hard, my nipples so tender and needy. I need his mouth on them. "Please, Mr. Devereaux. Please let me come."

One hand still grips my ass as the other plunges in and out of me as he adds another finger.

"Such a dirty little girl," he mutters. "Look at this pretty pussy, taking my fingers. I bet you want my tongue, don't you? Little Brat."

"Yes!" I cry. "Yes, I do, please. Oh God, oh…" He brushes my clit with his thumb.

"Don't come," he warns. I know he knows it's fruitless. Any excuse to punish me, but still, he lets me moan like his paid little whore. And I love every second of it.

Without warning, my orgasm shatters me into oblivion. I've never come like this before. Not from being fingered. Mr. Devereaux certainly knows how to use those skilled fingers.

"Oops," I breathe when my climax dissipates.

He leans down and plants a kiss on either side of my cheeks. "Oops?"

"I couldn't help it," I pant. "You were flicking my bean like a man possessed, telling me not to come."

I hear him chuckle. "Lift your ass higher. I want to taste your pussy."

I do as he says, bending right over as I lift my hips. Thank God I do Pilates because I'm not sure how long I can hold this position.

He groans when he parts my ass cheeks and spreads me wider. Shifting in his seat, I feel his tongue on my pussy as I shudder. It feels like absolute bliss.

"Such a sweet pussy," he murmurs. "Just like I remember from the other night."

"Please, Daddy. I need your tongue on me."

"Where do you need it, my darling?"

"Inside me. My clit. My lips. You choose. I'm so close…" One little movement and I know I'll go off like a tornado.

He chuckles again and I feel his whiskers brush against me as I try to hold it in. Really, I do. But it just feels so damn good. He licks through my folds and I buck forwards, hitting my head on the window. "Ouch!"

"Careful," he admonishes. He licks and sucks, pulling on my labia as I groan like his perfect little brat.

"Oh, yes."

"Do you like me eating you like this?"

"No."

"No?" He stops.

"I love it. But I need to come."

"Such a bossy little thing." He doesn"t wait for me to answer. Instead, he shoves his tongue inside my hole and I cry out. He strengthens his grip on my hips as I press my hands against the window and ride out my next crescendo.

"Far fucking out," I groan. "You're so good at this."

He doesn't stop there. He fingers me, curling upward so he hits my G-spot and that stops me in my tracks. "Oh, Alistair."

Whack.

"Ouch!"

"I told you what to call me when we're like this."

His fat fingers move in and out of me then he presses them deeper.

"Mr. Devereaux," I groan. "That feels… different."

He chuckles. "Has no other man found your g-spot, my darling?"

"I guess not. But it feels… Uh, it feels like I'm going to pee."

"You won't. It's just the pressure."

"No, Mr. D, seriously."

"Mr. D?"

"Oh, fuck."

He yanks me back by the hair until his mouth is at my ear. "You think I fucking care about that? I want you to come all over my hand. My car. My face. My tongue. Let me feel you, taste you, Princess. Give in to me."

"I… Oh, God, I'm coming… I'm coming hard!" And I do. Moisture squirts out of me as I go to another place. My release overwhelms me as I cry out his name over and over and over.

"Jesus," he mutters when we still. He feels between my thighs. "You squirted."

I want to die. "I told you it felt weird."

He chuckles. "Have you ever done that before?"

I'm humiliated that his leather seat is all wet and now I have to face him. "Uh, no."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"That's easy for you to say!"

"It's just water. Not pee. I'll clean it up."

Huh? Mr. Dickface Devereaux is going to clean up my climax? This I have to see.

"Reach into the glovebox, I have tissues."

I do as he says and pull out a wad, ready to do it myself.

"No," he says. "Hand them to me."

"But I…"

"This is what I do, Princess. I need to clean you up."

My lips are dry and my throat burns. I'm feeling a wave of emotions right now that I wasn't expecting.

Once he's finished, he pulls my panties and leggings back up and I scoot around.

Facing him, he cups my face and I suck in a breath.

"You did well. I'm pleased."

I frown. "What about you? I need to get you off." I reach for him but he reaches for my hands.

"Not tonight."

My face falls. "Why?"

"Because this was about you, not me."

"But you need relief too. Let me."

He stares at me and I think he wants to kiss me, but he doesn't. I wait, and wait, and wait. Nothing.

"Please will you kiss me?" I breathe, desperate for his touch.

He doesn't, but he also doesn't pull away.

I wait with my chest rising and falling, completely lost in his gaze as I wait for him to give me what I need the most.