Chapter Five

Tempest

Morning comes and I leave my room in my blue and white striped dress, knee-high white socks, black shoes, and white, frilly apron. I look a bit like Alice from Wonderland except my hair is darker. It’s a little bit tight on my waist but otherwise fits me comfortably.

After brushing my teeth and drinking a glass of water, I skip into the hall where Sargent is already waiting for me. His hair is messy where it’s usually neat, his shirt is buttoned wrong and his jeans are yesterday’s.

“I almost overslept,” he explains in the dark of the hall. Only the light from the moon filters in through the windows either side of the heavy front door. “Come on, let’s get you to work.”

I approach him, tightening my bobble as I go. “I really appreciate this.”

“For my son’s sake, I’m making an effort.”

But not for mine, I think, but don’t say. “Walking isn’t a bother.”

“It’s too late for you to walk now,” he determines, checking his phone.

He nods for me to follow him, I do, straight to the first large, metal, white door of the garage that is hiding a fucking LAMBORGHINI!

“Can I drive?” I beg, approaching the car and just staring at it. For the first time, Sargent smiles at me and it is so fucking attractive. It makes me want to sit on his….

CAR. On his car…

I was not thinking of sitting on or in, anything, but, his, car.

“Not a chance,” he replies, still grinning.

The door opens upwards and he takes my hand, holding it steady as I lower myself into the vehicle. My knees are nearly higher than my lap.

“I just need to hear her purr so badly,” I breathe when he climbs into his own side, still smiling.

The engine starts and I have a mini orgasm.

“Hold on,” he mutters, looking as excited as I feel.

“To what?”

We rip out of the garage at a speed that other cars take minutes to reach. He skillfully maneuvers the car around the winding road that leads from the long driveway down to the bottom of the hill his home is perched on, with only two, maybe three neighboring houses lower down.

I hold onto my seat, screaming with delight as he rumbles to a stop at a junction, letting a few cars pass.

“Oh, my, God.” I beam at him. “Go back up and do it again.”

I’m horny. A fucking car has made me horny.

“Maybe next time,” he replies, pulling out and driving at a more respectable speed now.

We stay silent the rest of the journey, until we get to the diner in question, which is dark and deathly silent.

“Stay there,” Sargent orders, and climbs out only to move to my side and open the door.

“Such a gentleman.” I laugh to ease my nerves as I place my hand in his and let him pull me up.

He doesn’t move back far enough and my body connects with his when I stand to full height. My cheeks heat, my body burns, my nipples tighten. I stop breathing. He often has that effect on me. I wonder what he looks like under his clothing, he’d make a great subject for my art project. Maybe he’ll let me draw him naked?

In my haste to move away I trip over my heel and grab onto his arm to steady myself.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “I lost my handing.”

My handing?

“Your handing?” He lifts a dark brow as he assesses my level of sanity.

“I meant to say footing.” I side-step out of the way, eager to just get out of his life for a while. “Thank you for the ride.”

He doesn’t reply, but he also doesn’t move until I’m inside.

“Morning,” I call into the dark and move to the kitchen where light spills from under the door.

“Ah, you’re here early.” Bill looks thrilled. “I do love an enthusiastic worker. Coffee?”

“I would love a tea.”

“Tea it is.”

When I look outside, the Lamborghini is purring away, its slanted, pointed lights, shining like two sexy little beacons. Oh to be rich. Though to be honest, if I had that kind of money I’d probably just keep traveling.

Sargent

I dive into the pool, letting the cool water shock my body into submission.

My cock. It hurts. I need to get laid. I need to fuck. I need to drive into a pussy. I’ve never been so desperate for sex before.

I can’t help it, she walks around my house without a bra, normally this wouldn’t bother me, normally women are just a release, just a body I use to comfort my own when I’m the one in need. I only find them attractive when the need arises. But she’s taboo, I can’t have her because she’s my son’s which makes this all the sicker.

I grasp my dick in the water, it’s still hard.

FUCKING GIVE ME STRENGTH.

Sinking to the bottom, I close my eyes and hold my breath. I meditate and calm my mind until I can’t breathe then I break through the surface, take a large inhale and sink to the bottom to try again.

“Dad?” Maddox’s voice is distant and muffled through the water.

I open one eye and see his rippling silhouette looming over the edge of the pool and resurface again.

“Thought you were drowning, you were under there a while.” He leans in the doorway looking sleepy. It’s only seven in the morning. I haven’t been able to sleep since I left her at that shady-looking diner. I’ve passed it during my commute to work in the past but I’ve never been inside. It’s a place where truckers stop on their way out of town or in, I doubt many locals go there. “Did you get her to work safe?”

“Of course,” I reply, swimming to the edge and pulling myself up, but then I remember my throbbing cock and drop back under. “She was impressed with the car.” I think back to how she responded and smile slightly. She reminded me of how I was the first time I saw a flashy car worth more than I thought I’d ever see in my lifetime. Now look at me, living the dream. I didn’t get here on my own though.

“Need a hand?” My son chuckles, thinking I’ve fallen back in accidentally.

“Just doing push-ups,” I lie and do the move a few more times.

“Show-off.”

I grin at him but he rolls his eyes. Looking at him, I still can’t believe my boy is a man and he has a woman, and has seen the world, not all of it but more than most. I’ve always been proud of him for following his dreams, never one to force on him a path that didn’t entice him, but I’m happy he’s back, willing to take on the business with me by his side.

We’ll be a force to be reckoned with.

Just as soon as his little female distraction is gone.

“I’ll be out tonight, give you and the girl some privacy.”

“Where are you going?”

I wink at him. “Never you mind.”

“Gross.” He pretends to vomit, catching my meaning straight away.

I splash water at him as he walks away and then sink back to the bottom of the pool.

My cock still hurts.

The braless little vixen and her perfect fucking body.

“Dad?” Maddox calls, forcing me to resurface again.

“Yes, Maddox?”

“How about we go get breakfast at Bill’s, surprise Pest?”

I can think of nothing worse. “No.”

“Dad.” He raises a brow, making him look so much like me. “Don’t be boring.”

“You just want me to drive you there.” I see straight through his plan but find myself falling for it anyway. “Fine. I could eat. Let me shower.” Before he fully vanishes, I yell, “This place better be clean!”