Sins of the Father (3 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

She left her laptop where it was and carried her tablet into the master bathroom. The tub was absolutely huge; she was pretty sure that she’d be able to entirely submerge herself, if she wanted to. There were several bottles of different oils and bubbles lined up on a pretty metal shelf above the bath itself. She poked through, and found something that smelled of vanilla and earthy spices. She ran the tub, setting the water hot enough to turn her skin bright pink, and poured a healthy dose of the fragrant oil into the water. Alex had a convenient tablet dock set on just far enough away that it wouldn’t get splashed accidentally, but close enough that someone in the tub could tap the screen. Someone could read in the bath, or watch a movie. Or conduct a video call.

She propped the tablet up in the dock, and as if she’d cast a summon Alex spell, an alert buzzed on her phone. She did her best to will away the blush that was threatening to flood her cheeks, and swiped to accept the call.

She could see Alex, now. His phone was propped up as well. On his desk, she thought, based on the big leather chair he sat in. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned his coat, but she couldn’t see anything else. “Hi,” she said. Was she seriously getting embarrassed now? She’d fucked him rotten this very morning, was she actually going to blush about letting him watch her take a bath?

It wasn’t going to be just a bath, of course. She’d known Alexander Blankenship for just a few days, and she already knew that he didn’t do anything by half measures.

She saw his arm moving almost idly, his bicep flexing in the sleeve of his shirt, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth to swallow the moan that wanted to escape. “Did you start the party without me?”

He raised an eyebrow, and then laughed. “Zoey, I’ve been half hard since just a couple of minutes after I came in your mouth. I walked into my office and saw the desk, remembered fucking you, and nearly excused myself to stroke myself off all over again.”

The crass words coming from that exquisitely shaped mouth, the body wrapped in that expensive suit, made her even wetter. “Alex,” she whispered, and he smiled.

“Have you been a good girl?” he asked. “Kept your hands out of your pants?”

Her pussy clenched again, and she had to focus on him. “It’s only been a few hours. I can hold out that long.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” he said. “But I want to know if you did.” His arm was moving with a touch more purpose now. She wondered if he’d taken himself in hand, yet, or if he was just stroking his bulge through his pants.

“I was a good little princess,” she said, and she could both hear and see his sharp intake of breath, just a tiny bit out of sync on the screen. “I haven’t touched myself at all since you left.”

“Do you want to?” His voice was hardly more than a thread of sound.”

“No,” she said. “No, right now? I want you to touch me.”

“I want that, too,” he murmured. “I want to taste you on my tongue, and I want to feel you clench around my cock, but since I can’t come home an hour after I got to work, this is the best I can do for right now. What do you think?”

“Tell me what you want,” she said. She was wet and eager, and she was ready to give him anything that he wanted.

“Strip,” he said.

The tub was full; she shut off the water, then stood, and slowly pulled the sweater he’d bought her over her head. She heard a quiet sound from him as she bent forward, letting her small breasts fall into a gentle swell as she unbuttoned the jeans and skimmed them down and off her hips. She stood there in the bra and panties he’d bought her, and waited.

“Keep going.”

“What about you?” She put enough tease in her voice to make him smile.

“I can’t very well strip naked in my own office. What if Brianna were to walk in?”

She giggled a little. She’d only met Alex’s assistant once, but she was fairly convinced that she knew the woman’s type. “She’d probably ask you if she should bring you a cigarette and a glass of water for when you’d finished.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “I’m sure she’d at least offer me sparkling water.” He chuckled for a moment, and then his voice took on a much sharper tone. “Strip. Now. I want to see you naked.”

There was something very different about stripping off her bra and panties in front of a camera, even if it was a closed connection. Her mother had never exactly pulled her aside and told her not to sext with boys, but it had certainly been implied.

But the intensity of his eyes on her gave her the motivation to reach back, unhook the bra, and let her breasts fall free. Her nipples were pale pink peaks, taut against the cool air of the bathroom. She moved very, very slowly as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them down her legs. She stood there, her hands folded behind her back, pushing her small breasts forward, and waited.

“Have you done this sort of thing before?”

“No,” she said. “You’re my first.”

She liked the gasping sound he made when she surprised him. It made her want to do it again and again.

“How much do you trust me?” Alex asked, and Zoey found herself smiling again.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Fair point,” he said. “Is the bath ready?”

She nodded without speaking.

“Then climb in,” he said.

She twisted her hair up off her shoulders, and slid into the water, pretending that it was his embrace. The heat of the water was intense, and she winced for just a moment as it surrounded her, scorching her skin. But after that first moment, the water seemed to soften, brushing over her skin like traces of velvet brushing over her most sensitive places. She let out a low moan as aches she hadn’t even fully felt gave over to the delicate caress of the water.

“Oh, that is nice,” he said.

“Can you see what you want to see?”

“Well enough to tempt me,” he said. “Do you have any idea how lovely you are?”

She couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes. “I hate that question,” she retorted. “If I say yes, I sound arrogant, and if I say no, it sounds like I’m digging for compliments.”

“You are something else,” Alex said with a smirk.

“Something awesome, I hope.”

“Something amazing.”

“I wish you were here with me,” she said, both because she meant it, and because it seemed like the thing to say.

“I wish I were too,” he replied. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to just slide into the water behind you, run my fingers over your heated skin. See what makes you whimper.”

“You make me whimper,” she said. She wanted to let her fingers wander the path he would take, but she didn’t quite dare. He’d been very firm, after all, about what he’d do if she didn’t play his game.

“I know I do,” he said. “But I want to see you come. I want to see you touch yourself. Can you do that for me?”

She squirmed just a little, the hot water caressing between her thighs. “I don’t—I don’t know what you want to see.”

“I want to see you, pleasuring yourself.”

Zoey squirmed again. Her face was bright red, she knew, and it wasn’t just from the heat of the water. “Alex, I—” She hated saying no, but she didn’t know how to start.

He smiled, and there wasn’t a hint of frustration in it. “That’s okay,” he said. “I understand. You enjoy your bath; I’ll go back to work, and we’ll pick this up when I come home. How’s that sound?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she said. “I just—uh, I’m not sure where to start.”

He was quiet for a moment, and the speed of his hand slowed. “Well. Where would you start if I wasn’t watching?”

If it weren’t for the water giving her a convenient excuse, she was pretty sure her cheeks would have just burst into flame by now. “It depends. Usually there’s a story involved.”

“Something you read, or something you fantasize about?”

“Um. Sometimes both.”

“So, for example, you might be imagining what would have happened if I hadn’t had to rush out the door this morning.”

Her hands were floating on the water. She watched Alex’s face in the tablet, and ran her hands up her ribs, to her nipples. She could see Alex’s gaze zeroing in on her hands, and she arched just a little, letting the tips of her breasts break the water. “Yes,” she said, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over the taut flesh. “For example.”

“I wanted to take you into the bath,” he said. “I wanted to slide into the water behind you, like I said. I wanted to pull you tight against my hips, so that my cock was pressed into the small of your back, and then I wanted a chance to explore your body.”

“Like this?” she whispered, running her fingers over her body again. She traced them down her belly, through the soft curls on her mons, and pressing into her folds.

“Yes,” he breathed, “but slowly. We’ve always been in a rush, Zoey, because we don’t have time, or we are that eager, or something. There’s always a reason we’re pushing. And I want a chance to just play.”

“Play another time,” she whimpered, her fingers brushing over her clit. It seemed like the wetness of her cunt would blend with the sensation of the water, but the feel was completely different. “I want you.”

“I would tweak your nipple, hard, for your demanding attitude,” he said, and she let her fingers follow his implied instruction. “The whole point of putting yourself at my mercy, princess, is that then you’re at my mercy.”

“Are you hard,” she whispered, dragging her fingernails over her left nipple. “Pressing into my back, are you hard again already?”

“Yes,” he murmured back. “Rock hard, and twitching with eagerness. So much so that you might wonder how long I’m going to tease you before I pull you back onto my cock and thrust into you already. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

There was a moment of longing so tight and poignant that it twisted her up inside. “I want you so many ways that I can’t decide which I want most,” she said. It was the truest thing she could find to say, in that moment.

He chuckled again. “Fair enough,” he said. “I’d drag your arms up around my neck, tell you to weave your fingers together. It would hold us together, and it would make your tits look fantastic, and it would make sure that you knew that I was calling the shots, at least for now. And then I’d drag my fingers down your ribs. I’d wind them into those curls, but I wouldn’t go for your clit, not right away.”

“Jesus,” she whispered. Her fingernails dragged over her nipple as he spoke, and her right hand followed the path he described, sliding between her thighs as she imagined his cock pressing hard into her back, his breath heavy in her ear.

“I’d trace my fingers over your inner lips, again and again.”

She ran her hands over that sensitive skin, her head thrown back against the edge of the bathtub. It would take so little to slip her fingers just a little higher, catch her clit between her first and middle finger, and take herself over the edge fast and hard. He could watch, if it made him happy, watch her writhe and whimper and scream.

But she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. She forced herself to just drag her fingers over the skin and listen to his quiet sounds. He hadn’t sped up his motion at all, so he was still just teasing himself with the attention of his hand, but it was still sexy and delicious. The idea of him in that office, where anyone could walk in at any moment, thinking of just her. Her hips rocked with the slow rhythm of her touch, and Alex whispered encouragement over the connection.

“Are you shivering for me yet, princess? Are you wishing that I was there with you?”

“Yes,” she sighed.