It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas around the house.

Andrew and some of the other staff had been busy, putting up wreaths, holly, and a huge tree in the solarium that Beckham and Lillian couldn’t get enough of. We were leaving shortly for Paris, but it was still nice to have the house looking like this for the holidays. Those kids needed a little joy after the year they’d had.

It’d been a week since Bella had come to live at the house. A week of forcing myself to keep my mind occupied, of making a conscious effort not to stare at her when she walked into a room.

A week of my cock being hard enough to cut diamonds, knowing she was just down the hall, sleeping in that bed.

I craved her.

I wanted her in some sort of primal way, like I needed to claim her. I needed to bury my cock in that sweet pussy again, to take her like I had before.

To make her come for me.

It was a lesson in fucking zen meditation, trying to keep my mind focused on literally anything but her and my need to taste her sweet body again.

A lesson I was still learning.

* * *

The laughter and giggles of my children echoed down the hall as I made my way down the marbled staircase to the basement.  The sound of splashing water made me smile as I stepped across the heated tile floor towards the pool room.

I’d had this installed when I’d purchased the house — and it was a place I cherished in this home. I’d spent a semester in Florence during my sophomore year of business school, working for an international art buying company, and it had left an impression on me. The pool area in the basement was my reminder of that time. I’d spared zero expense importing the Italian marble, the handmade custom hardware, or the artisan tile-work — all made to bring the baths of Florence to my basement.

Worth every fucking penny.

I smiled as I pulled open the frosted glass doors to the pool, seeing Lillian and Beckham splashing and giggling in the shallow end with Bella.

God, they looked happy, and that alone was enough to make me smile. But then my eyes dropped to her — to Bella, and I suddenly had another reason entirely to smile.

The soft curve of the bare skin of her back, the thin black line of her two-piece bathing suit top across it. The ripples of her spine, the smoothness of her shoulder. Her blond hair was piled atop her head, and as she turned, smiling at me, she pushed one errant lock behind her ear as her eyes sparkled.

God what sight.

God, was she perfect.

I forced myself to look away, forced myself not to think of the things I’d like to do to her as I made my way to one of the lounge chairs, sinking into it and picking up my paper. I tried to concentrate on the day’s news — on stocks, or relevant recent mergers, or literally anything to get my mind off of the sweet young thing splashing her lithe, perfect body around my pool a few feet away.

I couldn’t go there — not again. And I knew it.

Eventually, I heard them stepping from the pool, and I glanced up.

Fuck.

Shouldn’t have done that.

The black two-piece bathing suit was by no means sexy — it wasn’t some scandalous thong or bitsy bikini.

But it was enough. It was enough to hug every curve and every line of that body. It was enough to get my blood roaring.

She turned to me as she wrapped a towel around her waist, blushing at what I assumed was the hungry look on my face as I devoured her with my eyes.

“We’re just going up for nap time,” she said with a smile, nodding at my kids.

“If you’d like to come back down after and relax by the pool…” I shrugged.

What was I saying?

No, stay away. Stay upstairs, and don’t come near me because I won’t be able to control myself.

The words screamed in my head, my lips sealed tight as my eyes locked onto her.

“That sounds lovely,” she said with a smile.

My jaw tightened as she blushed again, giving me another smile before she turned and ushered the kids upstairs.

I groaned as I went back to my paper, trying to convince myself to get up and walk away before she came back down. But fifteen minutes later, there she was, slipping back in through he frosted doors with the child monitor in her hand — still in that bikini with the towel around her waist.

Her smooth belly on display, her hips swaying.

Her pert breasts in that top.

Her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders.

I wanted to wrap that hair in my fist as I bent her over and fucked her until she begged for more. I wanted to yank that top off, bury my mouth in her breasts and feel her sweet pussy slip down every inch of my cock.

And slowly, I felt the hunger take hold.

A week of denying myself.

A week of saying no.

It was becoming too much.

“Wow, you have a sauna?”

I swallowed my lust, blinking and nodding at her. “I do.”

“Do you mind if I…?” She grinned and nodded at the wooden door to my sauna.

“Please,” I growled out, my eyes taking her in

She seemed to be oblivious of the look in my eyes as she turned and let her towel drop, revealing those long, toned legs and the way the suit cut across her thigh.

God help me.

She turned and moved to the door of the wood-lined sauna, turning once to look at me and smile, before she slipped inside.

And that look did it.

It was the same one on her face that night at the club. It was the same damn coy look she’d had when I’d bought her a drink. The same coy look she’d had just before her eyes had gone wide as I’d pulled her into that bathroom.

That look sent a lightning bolt right to my cock, and I was done.

I dropped the paper, standing in a daze, moving like I was in a trance as I walked to the sauna.

The temptation was too much.

The sweetness between her legs that I knew was just inside that door was too much.

The pleasure I could pull from her body.

I needed it, craved it.

I craved her.

“Oh!”

Bella gasped, looking up from the towel she’d been laying down on the wooden seat as I stepped into the steaming sauna.

“Mr.— Sir, I did know you were—”

Her words caught, her eyes going wide at the look in my face.

“Sir—” she whispered.

I moved towards her, my eyes locked on her, my jaw tight. She swallowed, taking a shaking breath, her eyes dipping over my bare chest and then up to my eyes.

“Sir, we—”

“You’ve done well so far, Ms. Wilder,” I growled.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re familiar now that bad girls get punished.”

Her breath caught, her eyes going wide and that blush creeping into her cheeks as she nodded.

“Well, good girls get rewarded.”

This was it. There was no going back from this. Not anymore.

Being under a microscope be damned, I had to have this.

She gasped as my hand slid over her waist, slipping around to her back and moving down to her sweet ass as I pulled her hard against me.

“Sir, I—”

She moaned as I kissed her, my hand tangling in her golden hair and pulling tight as she whimpered into my mouth. Her small body trembled against me, her hands going to my chest, her fingers tightening on my muscles as I tasted her plump lips.

Bella gasped as I pulled away, her eyes wide and hungry as she looked up at me with a flush gracing her face.

“Turn around,” I said evenly.

“Sir?”

“Turn around,” I growled, spinning her as she moaned. “On your hands and knees, Ms. Wilder,” I hissed, pushing her down onto the warm wooden bench of the sauna.

She gasped, moved to do as she was told, resting on her knees and her palms. She turned back to look at me apprehensively.

I growled as I moved in, my hand trailing over her apple of an ass. Fingers found the ties at the sides of her suit, and I yanked the strings, making her gasp. The suit fell away, and my eyes narrowed on the prize.

Fuck yes.

Her sweet, pink, glistening wet pussy, ready and waiting for me there between her thighs.

“I—”

“Ass up, Ms. Wilder.”

My fingers trailed over her skin, raising her ass up in the air as my cock throbbed in my swimsuit. I knelt behind her, moving in and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. I could see how wet she was — how ready she was for me.

I leaned in, and I groaned.

Bella moaned loudly as I pushed my tongue deep in her pussy, licking at her sweet cream as my hands held her firmly by the ass. I growled as I tongued her deep, pushing my face in her tight little pussy and drinking in her sweetness. My fingers tightened on her skin as she moaned, her back arching, subtly pushing her ass back into me as I started to fuck her with my tongue.

Good girl, I thought.

She wanted this.

She’d been craving this as much as I had.

My tongue moved, sliding to her clit and teasing the little pleasure center as she whimpered and shivered under me. Her panting came louder, her moans filling the steamy room. Sweat ran down our bodies, the tangy saltiness of it mixing with the sweetness of her pussy and making me roar inside as I tongued her faster and faster.

I grabbed her tightly, pulling her against me as my tongue swirled circles over her clit, until she was moaning like a woman possessed, shaking under me. I lapped one more swirling lick of her clit, and suddenly, she exploded for me.

Bella’s whole body shuddered as the orgasm ripped through her, her back arching as she pushed her pussy back at my face while I tongued her through her climax. I pulled away, licking my lips and feeling my cock about to rip through my shorts.

I needed her.

I had to have her.

Somehow, the modicum of restraint I had left stopped me from plunging in right then and there.

After all, I wasn’t an animal. I’d wait for that.

I’d make her beg me to fuck that pussy.

But I still needed to come.

Bella was panting as she turned to look at me, her face flushed and her chest heaving. I stepped towards her, my hand stroking the bulge in my shorts.

And she moaned.

“Be a good girl, Ms. Wilder,” I growled. “On your knees.”

She nodded quickly, eagerly. “Yes, sir.”

Jesus, I could hear her say that all day.

She dropped to her knees, her eyes on my bulge.

“Take it out.”

She nodded, her eyes darting up to mine. Her lips parted as she slowly reached up. Tentatively, she hooked her fingertips into the waistband of my suit and started to pull slowly down on them. Her eyes started to widen as the band slipped down over the bottom of my thick shaft, and she gasped quietly as she pulled it down further. More of my cock revealed to her inch by inch, until suddenly, it sprang free.

Her breath caught.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

I could feel the beast inside of me roar at the sight of this perfect, tight little tease of a college girl on her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on my thick cock. And suddenly, without even prompting, she leaned forward, hands in her lap, and sucked the head into her sweet, pouty lips.

I groaned, my hands instinctively going to her hair, wrapping it in my fist and growling as I pulled her down on my cock. Bella whimpered, slurping on me hungrily, her wet mouth bobbing on my shaft. I stared at her, reaching down to yank her bikini top away to reveal those perfect breasts as she worshipped my cock with her mouth.

“Oh, fuck yes, Ms. Wilder,” I hissed. “Suck my cock, just like that.”

She moaned loudly around my shaft, her eyes rolling back in lust as she sucked. She started inhaling more of me, eagerly sucking me into her throat before pulling off and gasping. She reached up with both hands, stroking my slippery cock as she licked her lips. She glanced up at me, this wicked, hungry look in her eyes before she moved down to my cum-filled balls. I groaned loudly, gripping her hair as she drew her mouth down to them, suckling, licking, and lapping as she stroked my shaft.

“Play with your pussy,” I growled, watching her as she pumped my shaft and sucked on my balls. “Reach down and play with that tight little pussy, baby.”

She whimpered, one hand dropping eagerly to her lap and sliding between her thighs. She moaned as she found her clit, moving up to wrap her lips around my cock again as she started to play with herself.

The lust took over then, that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock, her face still looking so innocent somehow. Those little moans as she fingered her sweet pussy had me groaning as I gripped her hair and fucked her mouth.

I needed to come.

I need to empty every drop of my cum down her throat.

“I’m going to come, Ms. Wilder,” I groaned, my head dropping back.

She moaned louder, her eyes looking up at me as she sucked harder and faster, her mouth bobbing up and down and her tongue swirling under my shaft. I could see her face start to crumble, her hand moving faster on her pussy, and suddenly, she cried out, muffled with my cock in her mouth.

And her coming — her making herself come while she worshiped my cock — was as much as I could take.

I roared as the cum erupted from my cock, filling her small mouth. Her eyes went wide as she quickly swallowed me, cheeks hollowing as I grunted and pumped rope after rope of cum deep down her throat until there was nothing left.

Gasping, I withdrew. “Holy sweet fuck,” I groaned.

Bella grinned, biting her lip as she looked up at me. “Was that okay?” She grinned, licking her lips. “Sir?”

My jaw tightened as I nodded. “Yes, Ms. Wilder.”

“I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen again,” she said quietly, blushing, her eyes darting over mine.

“It wasn’t. I couldn’t help myself.”

An impish look came over her face. “Oops.”

I grinned.

Suddenly, the baby monitor next to her buzzed to life. “Oh, that’s Lillian waking from her nap,” she said quickly, reaching for her suit. She looked up at me. “I— I should go.”

“Yes, you should.”

She quickly pulled her suit on, and headed for the door of the steamy sauna before she turned back to me.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Ms. Wilder?”

“I’m glad you couldn’t help yourself,” she grinned bashfully. “I’ve— I’ve been wanting to do that to you since that night.”

And then she whirled and was out the door, leaving me there still rock hard.

Still wanting more.

And still knowing this could be a problem.