Chapter 27

I slide into her wet pussy and I groan. This woman makes me feel like I'm young again. Like I can climb the highest mountain. She takes me to another place where I don't even know myself. She makes me want to be better even though the thought never crossed my mind before.

That's the thing with Charlize. She makes you think outside the box.

Not only did I spank her arse with the paddle because she came on my tongue when I told her not to — completely coerced, of course, because obviously she was going to — but I continued to eat her out until she pulled on her restraints and my dick just about exploded. But that's all part of the game. And it's my game. I deprive myself for as long as I can while I get her off.

Her tight pussy sucks me in, gripping my dick like a vice as I roll my hips in and out, in and out. I thrust at the end, knowing I'm hitting every nerve in her body. When she comes again, I reach around to pull the gag down.

"How's my baby doing?"

She gasps for air. "I thought I was your little whore?"

I chuckle softly. "Not tonight. But I need something else."

She wiggles her butt and I smirk. I shift off the bed and undo her leg restraints one by one.

"On your knees." It's an awkward position because her hands are still tied, but it's fucking perfect from this angle. She's bent over with her ass in the air.

I palm my cock, dying to be inside her. I reach for the lube that I placed by the paddle along with a dildo, and squirt some out, coating her as she groans.

I line up my cock and sink into her pussy again, pumping in and out slowly as she thrusts back against me. I start to play with her back entrance, loving how she lets me without being told to relax. She wants this as much as I do. When I slide my finger in up to the second knuckle and she groans, I know I'm not gonna last when I'm inside her. She's so damn tight. I start to push another finger inside and she hisses. I know she can do it, my cock is much bigger than two fingers, so she's gonna have to adjust. And I have all the time in the world.

I pull out again, savouring her pants, enjoying every single moment as I try not to shoot my cum all over her. Fuck knows how long I'll keep this up once in her tight hole. Probably not more than thirty seconds.

I pull my fingers out and reach for the dildo. She's already soaking, but I lube it up anyway. I rub it through her folds, circling her clit as she gasps.

"Oh, you dirty man," she groans.

I chuckle, dying to see this inside of her as I ream her arse from behind.

I push the dildo inside and she cries out. It's angled so it'll hit her G-spot, and I'm hoping with my dick in her tight hole, she'll squirt again like my good little girl.

I push the dildo in and out as I try to concentrate on getting my cock inside her. The sight is too much. I nudge her hole, even though the tip is only part of the way in, I tip my head back, close my eyes and groan. I can't watch her. If I do, this will all be over.

"So good," she cries. "I want more, Daddy. Give me more."

My eyes snap open. Here I am taking it slow with her and she's begging me.

"Do you like Daddy fucking your tight little hole and your pussy with a fat dildo?"

I slide further in and she cries out yes. I reach up and grab her hair, tugging it slightly. "Do you?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Mr. Devereaux."

I rock in and out slowly, edging in bit by bit as she takes my cock. Without being a complete big shot about it, I'm big. But seeing her taking me like this, it makes me wonder how it can be fucking comfortable. Still, she groans and moans as I continue to slide my cock in and out, and the dildo too. Knowing I can't do both because I need to grab her hips, I pull out all the way and untie her hands from the bed.

"Fuck yourself with the dildo," I command.

She sits up, her back to my front as I sit on my haunches. She grabs the end of it and pulls it out. I watch, leaning over her shoulder as I cup her tits.

"Do you like that, Princess?"

"Not as much as I like Daddy's cock."

I smile against her neck as I tug on her nipples. "Come for me. Now."

She spreads her legs wider as I start to flick her arsehole, not penetrating, just massaging. My other hand wraps around her waist as I repeat the motion against her clit. All the while she rides the dildo and groans, her tits bouncing up and down as we move in a rhythm that only has my cock begging for more. I can feel myself leaking against her arse crack, but I need to see and feel this first.

"Oh," she cries when I insert a finger into her hole. "Oh, God."

She tips her head back as I flick her front and back and she pushes the dildo in and out until she's gasping and squirming. And then it happens. She comes gloriously, her squirts hitting my hand as my cock swells.

"That's it, baby, that's it, milk yourself. Show Daddy how much you like it."

When she stops, I grin against her shoulder, biting down hard as she tries to regain her breathing. I push her down again. The dildo still inside as she rests on all fours.

I slide my cock through her pussy, coating it in her release and then slide it in her arse again. This time I push in further.

"Keep fucking yourself, Princess. Show me how you do it."

She uses one hand to move the thing in and out and I sink in farther, spreading her cheeks wide as I watch. Oh, fuck yeah.

In, out. In, out. Before long, I'm sliding my dick in all the way and she groans my name in such a way, I almost shoot into her. Not yet. Not yet.

But even I know I can't hold on.

I pump her in and out again, thrusting as we pick up the pace. Her moans and groans only spur me on and seeing her working the dildo in and out frantically chasing her release, when she finally screams my name, I fall over the cliff and spurt wildly into her as I still. I know my hands will leave a mark on her hips, but it's glorious.

She's coming over and over as she continues to grind down on the dildo as I spurt like a man possessed. The need I have to be everything for his woman overwhelms me.

I've momentarily forgotten about the fact I'm pissed she hasn't replied to Devon's message, nor did she tell me about it. So much for honesty. Still, I can't let that dampen my mood.

I pull out, roll her onto her back and pull the dildo from her pussy, tossing it aside.

She's red faced, panting and completely spent.

I grin as I pull her into my arms. "You did an amazing job," I whisper into her hair.

"So did you."

I laugh, wrapping my arms around her. "Thanks."

"You don't even care you're lying in my wet patch."

"That is the furthest thing from my mind."

She yawns. "Tell me what you were mad about earlier."

"I wasn't mad," I lie. "It's just work stuff."

She snuggles into my chest, muttering incoherently and I've no idea how the hell I'm ever going to let this girl go.

The weekend comes by quickly. And the only text I got from Devon was.

Devon

No reply. She could be a keeper

Still, it's unsettling she hasn't told him to fuck off. Does she plan on texting him when we're back from the country? Or is she just one of those girls who avoids replying to assholes that sneak into her DMs? Hoping it's the latter, it only further sours my mood as we take the drive. I've taken Monday off — a rarity for me — because I wanted Charlize to really enjoy this weekend.

This whole thing doesn't sit well with me, but it isn't like Charlize has to know. She'll only know if she replies and wants to meet up with him. Then she'll be hearing about it.

The idea haunts me. It rattles me to my very core and it makes me realise that in a few short weeks of spending time with her, I'm head over heels.

I don't even remember a time when I've smiled and laughed so much. Never, I don't think.

The more time that passes by where Charlize doesn"t reply, the more my mood plummets. I thought I could do this weekend without having this hang over us, but now it's all I can think about. Her with another man. I mean, she did what she did with me and got paid for it, why wouldn't she do that with some other prick who's offering more money?

Because that's not who she is. The funny thing is, the more I seem to tell myself that, the more I doubt myself. Maybe that's all this was about after all. The money. I played a part in it because I like the idea. Who wouldn't want a woman like Charlize at my beck and call. I still want that. But I also want her to want it. I want her to also have a choice. That's important to me. She hasn't replied to Devon because she's either disgusted with him — which I find hard to believe because the Charlize I know would've told him to fuck off no problems — or she's considering it. And if she's considering it then we have no future. We have nothing. Nothing but lies.

She gasps when I open the front door to the manor. I told the staff who look after the place to make themselves scarce. I don't need them hanging around. And before my mood soured, I wanted to take Charlize in every single one of these rooms any which way I pleased. For that I need privacy.

"Oh, far out!" she cries, clapping her hands together. "This place is amazing, Alistair. If I had a house like this, I'd never leave."

I brighten momentarily. "What's wrong with my apartment?"

She gives me a side eye. "I love your apartment, but this? A renovated period cottage with this much character? A country garden with roses. Views that go for miles? What's not to love?"

I can't help but feel pride swell in my chest. I've worked hard for what I have and I like the idea that Charlize approves.

Of course, she has no clue this little period cottage, that I've extended over the years, is worth over two million pounds, and has stables at the back where I keep my horses.

The porch leads to a welcoming entrance; the main sitting room has a wood burning stove and comfy couches. Beyond the bespoke kitchen with a real Aga and wooden beams, I kept most of the original elements of the home, but with a complete renovation to restore it.

Each of the six bedrooms has its own ensuite. The rooms all have exposed beams, stonework, and hardwood floors with wool rugs.

My favourite part is the back sitting room that has another wooden fireplace and bi-fold doors that open out onto the grounds with wonderful views across the countryside. In the summer, I love nothing more than sitting out there and just enjoying the quiet. Not that it happens very often.

"I'm glad you like it."

"It's cosy, without being snobby."

I chuckle. Trust Charlize to be straight between the eyes.

She turns to me as I settle the luggage down in the entryway, catching me off-guard.

She throws her arms around my neck and I stumble off balance. She kisses me over and over.

"What's all this for?" I laugh, trying my hardest not to sweep her in my arms.

"Does there need to be a reason?" She kisses me chastely.

"I suppose not."

"Do you even know how to relax?"

I'll relax when you tell Devon to fuck off.

"I'm sure you can teach me?"

She smiles against my mouth. "What about that old saying; you can't teach an old dog new tricks?"

"So now I'm an old dog?"

"No, but you're a grumpy CEO who needs to lighten up."

I don't like how my heart thumps in my chest whenever she wraps her arms around me. Or tells me off. Or any damn thing.

I don't like any of it, but I'm afraid that Charlize Prescott owns my heart. The idea that she could be going back to America at any time makes me anxious. I want to ask her plans, but I don't want to hear the answer. Nor do I want to hear she might leave.

This is absurd. I've only known her for a couple of weeks, and I'm already wanting to move her in. Stop this sugar baby nonsense and make her mine.

For good.

And no matter how hard I try, it's the one thing I can't talk my way out of.

The heart wants what it wants.