Chapter 21

His mouth is surprisingly soft, even with the beard. His tongue moves in my mouth and I can feel how slick I am between my legs.

Then he shifts his head back to my tits. He kneads, sucks and flicks my nipples until I can't see straight. I'm rubbing up against him, knowing I'm making a mess on my pants as I grip onto his shoulders.

I need to get off so badly. I need it now.

"Take your pants off," he growls.

I slide off him, kick my heels off, undoing my pants as I let them drop to my ankles and I slide my panties down.

He stares at my pussy.

"I didn't want our first time to be here." He sounds annoyed. "I want it to be in my bed, with you trussed up and that smart mouth gagged."

"Oh, God."

"But you had to crawl in here like a greedy little whore and get into my pants when I already said no."

"I should be punished." I crawl back into his lap, rubbing my pussy against his cock — I swear this man never goes down.

I thrust my tits in his face and he sucks one nipple, pulling the other one as I slide up and down on his cock without penetrating. His fat head hits my clit and I'm so close it's ridiculous.

"Inside," I gasp. "I need you inside."

"Are you on birth control?"

"Y-yes," I stammer.

"Good. I want nothing between us when I come inside you. I need to feel that sweet little pussy."

I'm so flushed with excitement I can barely contain it. My heart races at top speed as my mouth finds his. I'm rewarded.

"I want that so much."

"Sit on me," he commands. "Take my cock, Princess. That's it, sit on Daddy's cock and ride me until you come."

His words kill me.

I lift up and position myself over him, his head nudging my entrance as I slide down.

Oh. God. He's. Big. The biggest man I've ever been with. His cock is a monster; not just long, but thick too. I'm gonna have lockjaw for the next twenty-four hours after blowing him.

He watches me wince as he guides me down. When I'm halfway, he moves his hips so he thrusts the rest of the way. I gasp in shock.

"Tell me," he whispers. "Tell me how good that feels."

"Oh, God it feels good."

"Is Daddy's cock big?"

"Oh, yes." I slide up, then I slide back down as he grips my hips, guiding me. I start to ride him slowly, getting used to the intrusion. "I want you so bad, Mr. Devereaux. I've been dreaming of this cock inside me ever since that night at the party."

"Because you're a dirty little girl."

"Yes."

He smacks my ass cheek and I move faster. He looks so hot with his pants down and his shirt and tie still on. Seriously. If this man got any hotter, he'd be a fucking inferno.

"What do dirty little whores get?"

"Daddy's cock?"

Whack

I throw my head back… so close.

"They get punished. Now ride me, Princess. I want to feel you coming on my dick right now."

"Oh, oh, oh!" He bites down on my nipple and I explode. His hand reaches up to silence my cries as I ride my orgasm out, bouncing up and down on his fat cock like it's second nature.

When I'm done, he stares at me. "Get up and bend over the desk."

I slide off and turn around, sticking my ass out as he stands behind me, pushing his chair away with an almighty shove.

He feels between my legs and groans. "So wet for me. Spread your legs wider."

He fingers me a few times and my eyes roll into the back of my head when he brushes my clit. I rub against his hand and before I know it, I'm losing it all over his hand.

"That's it, my darling. Take what you need from me."

"Inside me," I whisper. "Inside me, please."

He grins, lining up as he shoves in all the way and I gasp. He slides in and out, slowly at first, and as I stick my butt out further, he grasps my hips and rides it home.

This is so damn hot. Every single cell inside my body is on fire for Alistair Devereaux. I have no words to describe how dirty and indecent this is. But it feels oh, so good.

I can't believe we're doing this. That I instigated this, and he lost control.

I made Alistair Devereaux lose control.

Why that gives me an immense sense of power and purpose, I don't know. But right now I'm not going to question any of it.

His fat cock slams in and out of me and it's punishingly good. So good that I grip the edge of the desk until my knuckles go white. I've never had anyone do this the way he is.

Raw.

Punishing.

Hitting every spot.

I close my eyes and let him take me to another place as I push back against him. When he groans in my ear I know he's close.

"Do you like me fucking you against my desk like a little whore?" he growls in my ear. "Making Daddy lose control?"

I smile because he echoes the thoughts I was just thinking. And I love how I make him come undone like this. I love that he acts like no other woman can do this to him, when I know that's not true. Still, I'm allowed to live in my own private fantasy if I want to. I've been living like that for most of my life, it's not like he'd know any different.

"I love it, Alistair."

Whack.

He smacks my left butt cheek and I yelp. "What's my name when I'm inside you?"

"Daddy…Mr. Devereaux…"

"Good girl." He drives back into me. "You feel so tight, Princess."

His dick hits places I never thought possible. Every single inch of him drives me to the edge, and I'm there again, so damn easily.

"I'm gonna come," I whisper-shout. "I'm coming, Daddy…"

He pounds me harder, grunting as his balls slap against my pussy and I bite down on my lip as my high rides on and on. He grips my hips harder and then stills, and it's glorious when I feel him shoot his load inside me. I always have a guy wear a condom. No exceptions. But with Alistair, it's like he can take control over my body and I don't care.

He's still inside me when he whispers in my ear. "You think I'm done?"

He can't possibly be ready again?

"I… uh…"

He chuckles. "I promised to show you a good time, my little princess. That was just a taste because you got me excited and I lost control. And I never lose control, do you hear me?"

"Yes," I whisper. "I made you lose your shit. Does that mean I get brownie points for that?"

He slides out of me and immediately I feel the loss of him. I go to grab a tissue from his desk and he plucks them out of my fingers as he wipes himself. "Not for you, Princess. Today you get to wear me all day. I want you feeling every single inch of me while you're walking around, spending Daddy's money."

I bite down on my lip. His cum dripping down my leg. "Can I least get that bit heading toward my ankle?" I plead. "I have to walk past reception and half your employees to exit the building."

He bends and does it for me, wiping all the way up my legs until he reaches the inside of my thighs. He runs two fingers through my pussy and I push back against him.

"My dirty little slut," he croons in my ear. "Wanting more from me because you can't get enough."

"I can't," I admit. "Can't you call it a day and come home now and we can fuck all afternoon?"

He chuckles. I like it when he laughs, and I like that I seem to bring it out easily in him. He's such a closed book. So guarded. Yet, even last night when he took care of me, I saw a different side to him that made me take notice. And now I have to walk around with his cum dripping out of me into my panties? This man is dirty as fuck.

"No, Princess, we can't. I have an empire to run, and you have to go do some damage on my card. Remember, at home by six."

"But you said you won't be back till eight."

He cups my breasts with both hands and I love how he's not tucking me back into my clothes right away. Worshipping my body could be something I could get used to by Alistair.

"Don't you want to bathe and put your pretty things away and be there when I get home so we can eat together?"

Oh. I get it. I'm his sugar baby. Not his fucking girlfriend. He expects me to look good for him all the time.

The reality is like having cold water tipped on my head. I'm wide awake now, though.

"Of course." I try not to let the sting of reality dampen my mood. I do have his credit card in my pocket. A card that has absolutely no limit. Even though he probably already sent over twenty grands worth of stuff this morning; one thing I'm learning is that Alistair Devereaux has no boundaries when it comes to lavishing me with gifts.

"If you're a good girl until then, I may have a surprise for you." He moves back and when his hands leave my body, I feel a shudder run through me. I shouldn"t be feeling this way already but I can't help it. I have him on a pedestal, one that didn't exist only a few days ago when I wanted to gauge his eyes out.

Now I'm putty in his hands and I hate myself for it.

I find myself wanting more; not just another notch on his bedpost. I want to mean something to him, but that feels foreign and ridiculous all rolled into one.

I'm under no disillusion that Alistair is a man who can buy anything he wants. Even me.

"What might my surprise consist of?" I play along, pulling my bra up and buttoning my blouse.

"Just you wait and see. But if you don't spend enough money today, Daddy might have to introduce you to his cane."

I feel my knees wobble.

His cane?

Oh, God. I don't think it's possible to be any further under his spell, imagining myself trussed up — as he told me last night — with a cane in his hand.

"Why do you want me to spend money on myself?" I look up at him as he straightens out his crumpled suit.

"Because I like the feeling. Don't you?"

I can't admit it feels a bit weird. Him buying me. Not things as such, but me. I never thought I was for sale. Why am I starting to feel weird about this all of a sudden?

This man adores me. He's got a huge dick and a wallet just as fat. Don't I deserve this?

"Yes. I like it."

"So what's the problem?"

I'm not sure if I want to be bought. "Nothing." I reach up and peck him on the lips. "I'll be sure to set your Amex on fire before the days out."

"Text me. I want to know where you are."

"Bossy."

He pulls me to him and cups my face. "You are so beautiful, Charlize. Don't ever forget that. You deserve to have diamonds dripping from your body." He presses his lips to mine and I melt. "You deserve the world."

I smile against his lips. "And you're going to give it to me."

I'm quickly becoming addicted to this man, and I know that's a very bad thing.