by K. Webster
“For fuck’s sake, Cinderelliott.”
But, because this girl has me all wrapped up in her and tangled in a fucking mess, I tug the coupon book from my shirt pocket and toss it at her.
“Now, try to take the stick out of your ass and enjoy this,” she says, patting me on my thigh. “I’ll make it worth it.”
8
Ash
He’s never had candy.
What sort of horrible childhood did he have to endure growing up? I’m still reeling at his confession when we pull up to the shop my dad and I used to go to a lot after Mom died. It makes sense why he was so uninterested about my candy store coupon. I’m giddy at the prospect of getting to show him how much fun a candy store can be.
“I need to earn a few hundred bucks before we go inside,” I tell him. “Tell me how.”
His blue eyes are sharp as he sweeps his gaze over me. “Easy. Take off your bra.”
“This tank is see-through,” I argue.
“It’s not my fault you chose that shirt. Want to make five hundred bucks or not?” He pulls his wallet from his slacks and flips it open, his eyebrow arching in that maddening challenging way that makes my blood boil.
“Fine. Give me all the money in your wallet and I’ll get rid of my panties too.”
His gaze darkens. “Right here? With people walking by?”
“I’ll be quick.”
He chuckles, tugs the money out of his wallet, and tosses all the bills at me. They rain down into my lap, slide between the seat and the console, and onto the floor. Bastard. I take my time gathering them up and counting them. Eighteen hundred dollars. Worth it. I shove the money into my purse and then set to removing my bra. Once it’s gone and shoved into my backpack, I unbutton my capris and slide the zipper down.
“Oh,” I gasp, feigning surprise. “Where did they go? I must have done it already. My bad.”
The shock that registers on his features is brief, but pride washes through me knowing I put it there, no matter how short a time.
“I see how it is,” he growls, his hand smacking mine away. “Let me touch you right here, and I’ll match the cash I just gave you with a deposit to your Apple Pay.”
“Eighteen hundred dollars to finger me?” I let out a breathy laugh. “You twisted my arm. Okay.”
His fingertips tease the skin on my lower belly before he pushes a finger between the lips of my pussy, sliding against my clit and making me jolt. “You’re wet. The idea of walking around a candy store with no panties on makes your pussy wet.”
“It’s the little things in life,” I murmur, squirming at his expert touch.
“Hmm.”
I bite on my bottom lip, suppressing a whimper when his finger dips inside me. He fucks it in and out slowly before smearing my arousal on my clit. My body is alive, jittery with the need to come. He rubs delicious circles around my clit, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. Just as I tense up, my release ready to explode, he pulls his hand away, leaving me hanging.
“Win,” I whine. “What the hell?”
He rubs his wet finger across my bottom lip and then my top one. “Hmm?”
“I hate you.”
“I love that you do.”
Leaning forward, he kisses me hard, sucking on my lips so he can taste me from them. I groan when he bites on my bottom lip and tugs. His kiss is deep and consuming. I’m dizzied and disoriented by the time he pulls away.
“Fix your pants, little girl. We have to buy your bratty ass some candy.”
Sighing, I fasten my jeans, shove Win’s coupon book into his pocket, and then grab my purse before stepping out of the Bugatti. Winston strides over to me as the doors fall closed on his vehicle, looking like a million bucks in a new, fresh suit. Of course his bedroom at the compound was stocked with clothes and everything he might need. I have a feeling wherever Win goes, he’s always prepared.
I grab his hand, threading my fingers with his.
He falters, his brows furrowing. Except with me. He’s prepared for everything and everyone in this world, but not when it comes to me. The fact I can rattle the poised, elegant Winston Constantine is empowering.
“Hand holding will cost you,” he complains but doesn’t fight me off.
“I’ll buy you some candy. Don’t worry.”
Ignoring my smartass remark, he opens the shop door and ushers me inside. It’s exactly as I remember, bustling with families, floor-to-ceiling shelves of candy, and a giant center island with self-serve machines of various candies. Winston is stiff as he follows me inside, clearly uncomfortable at being here.
“First off, we need to get what we came here for,” I tell him, making a beeline straight for the cherry Starburst machine. I grab a bag and hold it under the spout, twisting until I’ve filled it with my favorite candy. Once I tie it off, I hand it to him to hold. “What kind of candy do you want?”
“I told you,” he grumbles, “I don’t eat candy.”
“Too bad,” I throw back. “Today you’re going to eat some. Question is, what will Winston Constantine like?”
He rolls his eyes at me but continues to follow me throughout the store. I make sure to collect a variety of my favorites for him to try. When I find him eyeing the gummy bears with curiosity, I call over a salesperson.
“Excuse me,” I say to the young woman. “Can he have a sample?”
She frowns. “Of gummy bears?”
“He’s never had one.”
A gasp tumbles out of her lips. “Seriously?”
He ignores us. Asshole.
“Seriously. Give him a red one. I know for a fact he’s a fan of cherry.” I make a great show of winking at him, earning a smirk.
The girl, using her gloved hand, pulls out a couple of red ones and hands them to me. As soon as she walks off, I step close to Win, grinning at him.
“Open up,” I tease.
He scoffs but then obeys. I push the gummy into his mouth, watching him intently to see his expression. Slowly, he chews, frowning hard. After he swallows, I feed him the other one. Once that one is gone too, I bounce on my toes, unable to keep still.
“So?”
“So what?” he grumbles.
“What do you think?”
“They’re chewy. A lot of work to eat.”
“You’re not lazy, Win. What about the taste?”
“Tastes like you.” His blue eyes sear into me. “They’ll do.”
In Win speak, he loved it. Ha! I knew it. Luckily, at this candy store, the gummy bears are sorted out by flavor. I dump a bunch of red ones into the bag and then continue down the way. Once I’ve gathered as much of a variety I can think of, even some old man stuff like chocolate-covered coffee beans and saltwater taffy, we make our way to the register. He goes to pull out his wallet and I shake my head.
“Use your coupon,” I tell him, enjoying the way his cheeks turn slightly pink at the word coupon.
“You have a coupon, sir?” the cashier asks.
“No,” he barks out. “She’s being a brat.”
Confused, the cashier goes back to silently ringing us up. I reach into his pocket, flip to the candy store coupon and rip it out before depositing his booklet back into his pocket. He watches my movements with a narrowed glare that makes my body burn hot. When his eyes settle on my breasts, I’m reminded that I’m not wearing a bra. Thankfully, it was too busy in here for anyone to notice.
The cashier tells me the total, ending our silent staring. I fish out some cash and pay for all the candy. Once she hands me the bulging sack, I grab Win’s hand and pull him back outside.
“Are you happy?” he complains.
I stand on my toes, kissing him with tongue. Tasting the cherry gummy bear in his mouth has me smiling. “Very much so.”
“Let’s get going then. We have to go pick up your car.”
We argued the entire way to the Cadillac dealership. Seriously. He’s buying me a car. Or, according to him, already bought it and just needs to pick it up
.
“Why can’t you just drive me everywhere? I’m not even that good of a driver and will probably wreck it.”
“Stop whining.” He flashes me an evil smirk. “Don’t worry, little girl, it’ll be the safest vehicle for you.”
He pulls up next to a souped-up black Cadillac Escalade. I’m thankful it’s not anything ridiculous like a Lamborghini or a Bugatti.
“Let’s test it out,” he says once he turns off his car.
I clamber out and follow him over to the massive beast of an SUV. It seems bigger than a normal Escalade. A sales guy greets Win and tosses him the keys. I’m forced into the driver’s side after dumping my bags into the backseat, and Winston climbs into the passenger side.
“This thing is huge,” I complain. “I’ll probably sideswipe every car I pass.”
He relaxes in his seat, unperturbed by my threats. “It’s an armored vehicle. It’ll survive.”
“What?”
“To keep you safe.”
“An armored vehicle like those trucks that carry money?”
He scoffs. “Don’t be silly. This is a lot more expensive than one of those. More like the type of armored vehicle that transports the president.”
“Winston,” I groan. “Why are you so over the top?”
“It’s my money. I can spend it however I want.”
I try not to melt at the fact he bought me an armored vehicle to keep me safe. I’d assume his intentions were honorable except he has a devilish glint in his blue eyes.
“Where to?” I ask, huffing.
“By my place so you can change into something more appropriate.” His grin turns wolfish when my cheeks burn hot. “And then we’ll have a bite to eat.”
“What then?”
“We’ll set off to check off another item on my list.”
“Why do I feel like I’m about to be an accomplice in a crime?”
His deep, throaty, and super evil laugh doesn’t help calm my fears. “No, Cinderelliott, you have that quite backwards. Today, I’m your accomplice.”
I shouldn’t trust the devil in a three-piece suit.
Unfortunately, I do.
“Better be worth it.” I shoot him a narrowed glare.
“Oh, it will be. You’ll see.”
9
Winston
Her mouth drives me wild.
The things it can do. The words that spill out. The taunting smiles.
I’ve never had a woman who edges me toward the cliff of insanity like Ash Elliott does. At one time, I’d have balked at seeing a woman like her. Now, I can’t imagine seeing anyone but her. The thought is alarming, and frankly, embarrassing.
She’s. My. Plaything.
Keep telling yourself that, asshole.
Ignoring my inner berating that sounds like it might be in Perry’s voice, I tear my gaze from her mouth where she’d been licking her lips after a bite of the chocolate cheesecake she’s been eating. Earlier, we went by my place so she could change and play with her loud-ass bird. Then, I took her to one of my favorite restaurants in town. Even when she’s not embarrassing herself for my pleasure, I still enjoy her company.
Fucking chump.
“You’re brooding,” Ash says, her hazel eyes boring into me. “You okay?”
“I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, not meeting her gaze. “Are you going to make love to that cheesecake all night or are we going to leave already?”
The brat takes an exaggerated bite of her dessert, moaning loudly for all to hear. My dick perks up, enjoying the hell out of her husky sound of pleasure.
“Want to earn fifty grand?”
She nearly chokes on her cheesecake. “Fifty?”
“Yes or no, little girl?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation. “What sort of fucked-up stuff are you thinking?”
I admire her pretty, plump lips for a beat. “I grabbed this from home. I want you to put it in.” Pulling her jeweled butt plug from my pocket, I set it down on the table with a loud thunk.
Her eyes widen, and she snatches it off the table. “Like right here? I can’t do that here!”
A dark chuckle escapes me. “Of course not, dirty girl. Go to the bathroom and put it in. Send me a picture once it’s done.”
“That’s it?”
“I’m not done,” I say, my gaze dragging down her creamy throat to her cleavage. “While you’re gone, I’ll move to one of those booths at the bar. Come back and sit on my lap.”
“Oh god,” she groans, her eyes wide with apprehension. “And then?”
Smart girl.
“If you fuck me without drawing attention to us, you’ll get your money.”
“Here? In the restaurant? Are you insane?” she demands, her hazel eyes flaring with shock.
“Not here. At the bar. And, yes. Positively insane.” For you.
Dumbass, motherfucking chump.
“That’s all? For fifty grand, I put my butt plug in and secretly fuck you at the bar?” When I nod, her features turn wicked. “I’ll knock off ten if you use one of your coupons later and tell me how much you need me in your life while we watch a romantic movie.”
A laugh barks out of me. “No.”
“Fifteen off?”
“No. Fifty. No coupons and no sweet words.”
“No deal.” The bratty girl even crosses her arms over her chest in a petulant way to drive home her words.
“Fine, Cinderelliott. Fifty and I’ll use the stupid-ass movie night coupon later. And, I’ll tell you how much I need you right after.”
“But?”
“But I get to say degrading shit to you while we fuck.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “And I’ll call you Daddy.”
I roll my eyes at her. “That shit doesn’t bother me.”
“What will bother you?” Her brow arches.
“Nothing bothers me.”
“You’re no fun.”
I flash her a wolfish grin. “Stop pouting, brat, and get to the bathroom. That is, if we have a deal.”
“Oh, we have a deal,” she sasses as she stands from the table, “Daddy.”
Fuck if the way she said that didn’t make me hard as granite.
“Make the pictures good. Close up. I want to see everything.”
She smirks, not agreeing or disagreeing. Little shit. I watch her as she prances across the restaurant, catching the eye of every motherfucker in this place. When she’s been gone for five minutes, my phone buzzes.
Fuck, this girl.
She knows exactly what I like and is braver in showing me. At one time she seemed hesitant and disgusted by my ideas, but now she seems to enjoy them. The picture is of her naked pussy and asshole that’s adorned with a bright blue jewel.
I’m uncomfortably hard in my slacks as I reply to her.
Me: Play with your clit but don’t get yourself off. Meet me at the bar in five minutes.
Ash: Your wish is my command, sugar daddy.
Me: Fucking brat.
Ash: Girlfriend.
Me: Four minutes, little girl.
Ash: Call me your girlfriend and I’ll send you a picture you’ll like.
Me: I’ll bite, my bratty girlfriend. Now show me.
She sends a picture of two of her fingers inside her cunt. It’s enough to have me stifling a groan of need.
Me: Three minutes.
I throw money down on the table to pay the tab before striding over to an empty booth at the bar. The bartender comes over, and I order a cocktail for Ash and a beer for myself. I sense her before I see her and turn in time to see her walking toward me with a shit-eating grin on her face.
She knows she drives me insane.
It excites her.
I should be annoyed, but I’m amused at her silly smile.
“Daddy? Is that you?” she calls out, waving to me.
I can’t help but laugh. She’s rotten as hell. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” I say, playing along. “I missed you.”
She
scoots into the booth and onto my lap, rubbing against my erection with her cute ass. I grip her thighs to still her wiggly body.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” I growl, roaming my palm up her bare thigh. “I should have paid less.”
“Too late now,” she says in a triumphant tone. “You already made the deal.”
No one is paying us any attention. Pity. I’d love to embarrass her for being so smug.
“Take my dick out,” I rumble, “but don’t get caught.”
The bartender drops our drinks off. Ash takes a sip of hers and then shifts so she can sneakily slide her hand beneath her to unzip my pants. She fumbles and struggles until she manages to free my cock. Once it’s out, she sits on it, rubbing against my length so I can feel how aroused she is. The fact she’s still not wearing panties maddens me in the best possible way.
“You just going to rub on it or are you going to fuck it? Hmm?”
She lifts up slightly, angles her body and then slides over the crown of my cock. Slow enough to torture us both. A groan escapes her as she fully seats herself on my dick. It’s always so tight when she has her butt plug in.
“Lean back,” I rumble, sliding my hand beneath her dress so I can touch her clit. “Make eye contact with someone.”
She curses at me, making me chuckle. “Fine. Hot suited guy, ten o’clock.”
I pick up my beer with my free hand, sipping on it, as I too stare down the hot suited motherfucker. He must sense our attention because his lecherous eyes find my pretty girl in an instant. His eyebrows shoot up, and then he’s apologizing to the guy across from him.
“You think they’re gay?” I ask, pinching her clit.
“Nope. He wants me.”
“Hmm.”
She laughs, her pussy clenching around me. “You’re jealous, boyfriend.”
I’m not jealous and certainly not her boyfriend, though I bet she wishes I were. Sometimes she exhausts me with her childish nonsense. But I suppose that’s the whole point of a toy—to wear a person out so that they don’t obsess over the more difficult aspects of their life.
She wears me out all right. It’s a good thing she entertains me and gives good head.
