One Year Later
“Turn around, give me a better view of your gorgeous ass.”
I cast Alex a sultry look over my shoulder, winking playfully as I turned around and shimmied my bikini bottoms down just a little bit. I heard him make an appreciative sound behind me, I smirked and rested my hand on my hip while taking a sip of my beer. The icy cold bottle had condensation dripping down my hand in hot sun. I could almost feel my skin colour deepening as I stood there getting blinded by glittering water of the ocean. The Bahamas were more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.
“What are you thinking about?”
I turned back to the older man; he slouched down in a lounger and glistened with a mix of sweat and saltwater, his pitch-black hair tousled and waving ever so slightly in the breeze. His self-assured smirk made my knees weak as I strode dramatically towards him. He looked good and he knew it; from his defined muscle to his long legs, and large hands flexing just to tempt me. But I looked fucking good too, and I wanted him to take the sight of me strutting towards him in; the way I swayed my hips slowly and deliberately, my long hair an even lighter blonde in the now setting sun and billowing around me, and my bikini straining desperately against my tits and ass. All it would take is one small motion and either garment would fall away. That’s why he bought it for me after all.
“I’m thinking about how I’m never leaving,” I replied as I got to the lounger. I dropped my bottle into the sand and crawled on my hands and knees up the length of him until my lips were barely millimeters from his. “Even Greece can’t be this beautiful.”
“You’ll like Greece,” he murmured against me, his palms sliding up and over my hips. “It’s beautiful in the summer, even with tourists.”
His accent became that much thicker when he whispered, or when lust took over, it always gave me butterflies and reminded me more about our millions of differences. “I think you’re biased,” I countered. “You’re from Greece, of course you’ll sing the praises.”
Alex chuckled and pulled me tight against his broad chest, I grabbed his shoulders a second before his lips met mine. He tasted like salt and beer and the vaguest hint of his cigars, I swooned; my head was swimming and his tongue sweeping my mouth made me forget where we were and why we were here.
He pulled away slowly, nipping at my lower lip in the process. “Maybe you can come visit my island,” he said absently, his dark eyes searching mine. “This doesn’t have to be the last time, glykia mou, my sweet.”
“Daddy, stop,” I scolded, pulling myself up so I was sitting on his lap properly and meeting his gaze with defiance. “Yousaid you couldn’t do this anymore. All that’s going to happen is you’ll flip flop between wanting me there and pushing me away. Again.”
He frowned and clasped my hands in his. He looked tired, I realized with a pang of regret; his stubble had grown out longer than usual and he had circles under his eyes. “If you need anything, I’ll only be a call away. Anything, Chloe, I mean that.”
My heart pounded and I pulled one hand free of his grip, taking his chin between my thumb and forefinger to tilt his face up to mine. “I know,” I said more gently. “Now stop wasting time, I want you to fuck me out here for anyone to see.”
“You’re a filthy little slut,” he growled, his eyes flashing with heat as he pinned me down the length of the wooden lounger. “My dirty little girl, always ready for my cock.”
“Always,” I agreed dazedly. My hands roamed up his chest, along his neck and finally found their way into his hair. It curled deliciously against my fingers. How can his hair still be so silky after being in the water all day? It had to be witchcraft, just like my instant arousal had to be witchcraft. How else could I explain how fast my pussy got wet for him, or the way I instantly did as he told me without hesitation? “I’ll always be your filthy little girl.”
“Mine,” he repeated possessively. He trailed kisses and love bites across my collar bone, I arched into his touch but he pulled back to remind me that he was the one in control here. He was always the one in control. “No one else can give you what I can.”
I moaned helplessly as his mouth reached my tits, sucking hard on the flimsy material that barely covered my nipples. A hand, one that had been braced on the right side of my head, disappeared momentarily and when it came back he immediately palmed my other breast. I gasped in shock, his hand was wet and cold and shockingly different from the heat that threatened to swallow us whole.
He picked the empty bottle up and trailed it down my stomach. “Not financially,” he continued as if not noticing the chill the discarded beverage gave me. “Not sexually, not romantically. I ruined you, Chloe. Just like I ruined your pretty pink cunt, and it’s mine too.”
“Oh, god,” I rasp, my eyes rolling back as he bit my nipple and flicked his tongue over it. He was right. Of course, he was right. Alex was always right, even when he was wrong, and no one argued with him. Not his staff, not family, or friends, or even me. I never argued with him, I knew exactly where that type of bratty behaviour led, and I was a good little girl, his good little girl. He certainly paid me enough to be that way at least. “Daddy please, please, I need more.”
“More what?” he demanded. “Be specific or I’ll stop.”
“Strip me, taste my pussy, finger me!”
Alex growled low in his throat and sat back on his haunches, in one quick motion he gripped either cup on my bikini top and tore it down the middle. There was a strained sort of stretching sound as it was torn to shrapnel around me, but just as I registered what he had done he did it again to the bottoms. I moaned appreciatively and arched my back while gripping my tits, I writhed below him, undulating and spreading my legs further apart. I needed him to see my want, to see how wet I was already.
“Touch yourself for me, Chloe,” he ordered, his chest heaving as he stared down at me. “Let me see you put on a show for Daddy.”
It was so wrong, so dirty, he was more than twice my age and if he had been so direct when we first had sex nearly a year ago, I didn’t know if I would be here right now. The thought made my heart hurt and I squeezed my eyes shut, determined to focus on the moment and enjoy what I could. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel his gaze burning into my skin.
My hand moved slowly, I wanted him to regret having me touch myself. He should be the one touching me, I wanted to feel his hands spreading my labia and stroking his fingers over my swollen and sensitive clit. But I did it myself for now, letting my fingers spread my pussy open and circle my opening with frustrating slowness. I brought my fingers back up to my mouth, sucking them as I opened my eyes and gazed at him, daring him to touch me. Pushing my hips up, I sunk my fingers into myself, moaning softly at my own wetness and the ache that was desperate to be fulfilled.
“Faster,” he said darkly. “Fuck yourself properly.”
I whimpered and followed his instructions, pumping into myself harder and faster, the sound of the rolling waves just barely covering the obscene sounds coming from my sex. I pinched my nipple with my free hand, writhing against the lounger and feeling my sweat bead up and roll down my back. He was so mean to me, making me do this by myself. I squirmed down closer to his groin until the back of my hand was bumping his straining cock.
Alex drew in a sharp breath as my hips started rising to meet each thrust, I could feel the satiny material brushing my inner thighs. He was so close to me; it would be so easy for him just to flip me over and fuck my pussy as hard as he wanted.
“Slut,” he snarled, lunging forward until he was pressed so hard against me that I couldn’t move. “Are you trying to tempt me, Chloe? Or are you trying to make me do all the work?”
I giggled and freed my arm from between us before looping them up around his neck. He looked amused, the dark brown, nearly black, colour of his eyes glittering as he gazed at me with a smirk tugging at his lips. “Both,” I retorted. “Use me, Daddy, you know you want to.”
Alex hummed low and guttural in his throat while dipping his head down and brushing the tip of his nose over my collarbone, trailing down the length of my body until his lips placed a kiss right above my slit. “You smell divine,” he murmured against my skin.
I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my hands sink into his hair as I started to grind my pussy on his mouth. He took the hint and latched on; his tongue exploring my sex while his thumb slowly circled my clit. I was going to miss his mouth more than anything else, the way he instantly knew what I wanted and how to get me going. As if to prove me right he moved to spread my pussy with his fingers and sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking it, making me squirm and whine as ice shot over my skin.
“Someone could wander too far down the beach,” he taunted. “What do you think they’d see?”
“You’re head between my legs?” I offered breathlessly. “A dirty old man with his tongue in my pussy?”
“Or a slut begging for my tongue,” he countered, his thumb circling my clit as he nibbled the insides of my thighs. “My personal fuck-toy.”
That sent me hurtling towards my finish and I dug my nails in. “Daddy, I’m going to come,” I gasped, my back arching and immediately releasing his hair to death grip the chair below me.
He chuckled and pulled away, I mewled in resentment and raked my nails down his forearms as he settled into straddling the chair, his groin against mine. Alex held my hips and stroked his bulge on my pussy. Oh, fuck me…
“You’re not coming until my cock is inside your tight cunt.”
I let go of his wrists and yanked at his shorts, ripping them open and freeing his length. I felt the dizzy sort of smile spread across my face as I gazed at it, it was so dumb but he was way bigger than I any guy I’d been with and every time was like the first – the little shivers that ran through my abdomen, the way my pussy tightened…all of it begged me not to say goodbye.
As the head of his cock stroked up my slit and rubbed my clit I pulled him down on me, holding his face in my hands so could kiss him long and slow.
“I’m going to miss you,” I mumbled against his lips. “So much Daddy, more than anything else.” Money or not.
“I’ll miss you too,” he whispered. “I want you to think about this week every time you touch yourself once I’m gone.” He stopped and I sucked in a sharp gasp as he pushed the tip into me suddenly, no matter how prepared I was it always made my eyes roll back as he stretched me wide; sinking further into my pussy until I whimpered from the pressure. His mouth met the shell of my ear, his hot breath washing over me as he whispered in my ear, “I want you to remember how I touch you. How I fuck you.” Alex punctuated his words with a sudden thrust that made me moan and dig my nails into his shoulders.
“Are you going to remember me like this?” I asked breathlessly, my hips lifting off the seat to meet each thrust. I was losing focus, unable to fully concentrate on my own words as the desperate need took over. “Like a slut, laid out for the taking?”
“And more,” he replied, nipping at my earlobe. “I’m going to remember how you walk and talk, and how much you piss me off when you act like a spoiled little brat.”
I started to laugh but it quickly dissolved into a helpless moan as I clutched harder at him and pressed my tits against his chest, the short but thick swath of hair scratched at my nipples and pushed me closer. “Oh Daddy,” I cried. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”
My cries turned to shrieks and I clawed desperately at him while he fucked me harder and faster, his cock pounding into me so hard that stars blossomed behind my eyes.
Alex swore and pushed himself up slightly, his arms caged beside my head as he licked my throat. “Keep going, baby girl, fuck me back,” he ordered. “Come for me again.”
As if I had a choice. I screamed out, only able to silence myself by biting his shoulder while gripping him with everything I had; my nails biting into his back, my legs around his hips, and my pussy convulsing around his cock. My throat burned and my eyes watered even as he slowed down, his thrusts becoming jerky as he groaned loudly and almost collapsed on top on me.
“Don’t pull out,” I pleaded as he shifted. “Not yet.”
“Easier said than done,” he grumbled. “Don’t clench, it’s more than sensitive enough.”
I giggled and immediately covered my mouth as Alex hissed and pulled out. His absence made me feel empty, and the flood of our fluids made me cringe. “What are you—” I cut myself off with a squeal as he rolled off the lounger onto the sand and brought me with him. I landed face down on his chest and started laughing again. “You’re getting me all dirty.”
He kissed my hair and his chest rumbled as he chuckled. “You were already dirty. Now we get to shower together.”
“Mm. I think that’ll cost you extra.”
“Oh?” He paused and gave my ass a hard slap. “You think I can’t afford you, baby girl?”
“I know you can,” I teased. “I have your Centurion in my purse by the way, remind me to give it back to you.”
Alex pulled back and glared at me, narrowing his eyes. “It has your name on it, so it’s yours. Keep it, use it.”
I shook my head and tucked my face back against his chest, I hated when he got all scolding like this and I didn’t want him to see me blushing. “It was for my allowances, and if this is over then so is our arrangement. You have to take it back, Alex, it’s only fair.”
He snarled something in Greek and sat up, pulling me with him. “Chloe, look at me. Now little girl.”
He’s going to put me over his knee before this trip is over, I just know it. The thought made my pussy wet all over again. “Yes?” I looked up at him reluctantly, trying my hardest to not look weak and feeble in his embrace.
He gazed at me levelly, the sadness etched into his normally stoic features. “I want you to keep the card, I want you to use it if you ever need something. I don’t care what or how much, I’ll take care of it, but I want to know that you’re always taken care of. That’s what I promised you, and that’s how I want it to stay.”
But what if there was someone else? A million scenarios played through my mind, but the thought of always having this last tiny tether to him made my eyes water and my heart pound. Jazmin had said this was easy, that getting paid to look hot and go on dates was fun and simple but nothing about Alexander Hatzistefanis was simple. Not fucking him, not dating him, not pretending to be his personal assistant on business trips, nothing. Including deciding whether or not I wanted to get rid of the last memory of my sugar daddy.
Sugar daddy wasn’t even the right way to look at it anymore, it was obvious for months now that this wasn’t a simple transaction, it was growing and changing, and it terrified me. It terrified him too, I could see it. But there were other things he was scared of too; the social stigma of being with a woman twenty-five years younger, what his soon-to-be ex-wife would think, what his son would think, what my family would think, maybe I would find someone my age and leave him, and maybe, just maybe I was actually scamming him really well and I wanted more money.
That was all for not now anyway, I didn’t need to be in this position anymore, his money didn’t pull me in the way it did when I stepped into this business.
“I’ll keep it,” I promised. “But I won’t promise to use it.”
“Thank you,” he replied. “I just want to know that you’ll be okay without me.”
“Oh, I see how it is – you have no faith in me,” I teased, pushing myself up so I was standing over him with my hands on my hips.
Alex grinned and stroked up my calves. I could see his eyes flicking between my tits and now dripping pussy. My inner thighs were damp and if I stood out here too long, I would be getting more sand in unsavory areas than I already had. “I have more faith in you than I do most people,” he said as he sat up.
I snorted and stepped back, holding my hand out to him as an invitation. “Come on, I have dinner plans and we need a shower.”
He got up and the two of walked back to the beach house together, arms around each other’s waist and my head on his shoulder. The purple and pink sky made the orange house look more ethereal and as the sun set further the little fairy lights along the path lit up. Magical. No matter how many places we had gone together, this would always be the most beautiful. The house was actually pretty small; only three bedrooms two bathrooms on one floor. It was old and the floors creaked, but it was cozy and right on the beach. Sand dusted the floor and the open, glassless windows carried the sound of crashing waves through the open space.
We showered together but I got out quicker than he did just to get a head start on dinner. That was my little gift to him tonight since I knew he loved my cooking and I really wanted to make this night special. Lamb was Alex’s favourite, I’d only cooked it a few times, but I was going to make it and make it well. With a huff of determination, I tied my hair up into a damp and messy bun and set to work in the kitchen. I checked the oven and felt my heart slow down with relief when the meat and potatoes actually looked pretty good. Thank god.
Another thirty minutes later I had dinner on the table and was dragging his tired ass to the dining room.
“It smells lovely,” he said dreamily. “You did this for me, didn’t you?”
“I did,” I answered as I leaned up on my tiptoes for a kiss. “And you have to eat it, or I’ll cry.”
He laughed loudly and dropped down into the chair, pulling the other up close beside him for me. I tucked my foot under me and served us both, I hadn’t even set his plate down before he leaned in and kissed my cheek, his hand gently cupping the other.
“Glykia mou,” he whispered sweetly. “S’ efharistó, thank you.”
I would probably never speak the language, even though half my family spoke it, but I definitely liked when he spoke it. My face felt hot and I knew my blush was obvious when he chuckled and nuzzled me affectionately.
“You’re welcome,” I murmured, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. Sex crazed Alex was easier to talk to than romantic Alex, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on why that was.
We ate in silence for most of dinner, but there were constant ‘accidental’ touches here and there; a brush of the hand, my knee knocking against his, his foot skirting my calf…
“Have you talked to your cousin and made sure she’s ready for you?” he asked suddenly, his voice stern and almost scolding.
“Lena,” I corrected. “And I did, I promise, I’m not lying.”
“I didn’t say you were, but you’re forgetful. Is she excited for you to come stay in Athens?”
I nodded and sipped my wine. Lena was over the moon to put it lightly; we hadn’t seen each other in years now. “She is, she already has my room ready and has been sending like ten emails every day now. My mom wants to come down and visit when I’m settled so she can come see the family, but I doubt she will since my dad doesn’t want to.”
“Ah, you should encourage her. It’s important to be with family often.”
I rolled my eyes at him as I set my fork down. “When was the last time you saw your son?”
Alex huffed and got up from the table, taking our plates with him to the sink. “We don’t discuss my son, Chloe. You know that.”
“Alright, have you and Marie talked recently? I know the divorce went quick and all, but you guys were married for—”
“Chloe,” he snapped, cutting me off. “Stop. My ex-wife, my son, those are not things I want to talk about. I’ve told you this many times, and I don’t want to say it again.”
I stared down at my empty hands clutched in my lap. He did tell me about his wife and son, but he was always drunk when that happened, and it was always about the fears that they hated him and how he wanted a better relationship with them. He hadn’t told me Marie’s name purposely, it had been a slip of the tongue, and he despised me talking about her specifically. She knew about me though, she knew about all the sugar babies that came before me too, just like Alex knew about her lovers. Sometimes I wondered if he still loved her and was depressed that she had wandered first, but they stayed together for his son.
I knew nothing about the boy, he was older than me I assumed, but other than that I only knew that he rarely spoke to his father despite living on the same private island. If he was half as stubborn as his father, then I couldn’t see that changing any time soon. Or ever.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “We talk about my family, I thought you’d like to talk about yours for once…”
Alex sighed and braced himself against the counter. “I don’t want to be sad on this trip,” he replied after a minute. “I don’t want to think about the divorce, or my son ignoring me, I just want a nice weekend with you. This is our last weekend; I don’t want to spoil it.”
“Talking about family won’t spoil it,” I protested.
He turned away from the sink and strode toward me, his powerful build towering over me and making my heart beat faster. “They’ll be there when I come home. You won’t. You are my focus right now.”
Without another word he bent down and scooped me into his arms, I gasped and started to laugh as he carried me towards the bedroom. We just laid together in bed with my head on his chest and his hands playing with my hair as he told me about work. It was boring, but I still liked hearing about it, more just hearing his chest rumble as he talked than anything else.
Sleep came slowly, but as I listened to Alex’s voice get deeper and begin to trail off, I felt myself following suit.