His Every Need

by Terri L. Austin

  He should send her home to her family. It was stupid, keeping her here without shagging her senseless. But every time he thought about letting her go, he rejected the idea. And she hadn’t cleared her debt. Besides, he liked taunting her, saying outrageous things, watching those cheeks fill with color.

  Bloody hell, when had he turned into such a rambling twat?

  Reaching out, he poked her in the arm. Her brows furrowed, but she didn’t awaken. So he grabbed a strand of white-blond hair and tickled her nose with it. Still asleep, she brushed at her face with one hand.

  “Miss Campbell,” he whispered. With the strand of hair still in his hand, he ran it along the seam of her lips. “Oh, Miss Campbell.”

  “Go away.” She shifted her bottom against the back of the sofa, making the dress ride up further. He sneaked a peek and saw half of her peach-shaped ass hanging out, just waiting to be palmed.

  With a scowl, he poked her again. A little harder this time. “It’s midnight, Miss Campbell. You should be upstairs in bed, before you turn into a pumpkin.”

  She groaned.

  Sighing, he bent and scooped her up. Her light fragrance surrounded him, making him want to haul her up to his room and spend the rest of the night buried inside of her. Did she smell that good all over? He’d love to find out. Instead, he shifted her a bit and carried her out of the room. As he walked toward the stairs, she snuggled herself more comfortably in his arms, resting her head against his shoulder. She felt right there.

  As soon as it crossed his mind, he stopped cold. That was a bloody stupid thought. She was just new, that was all, a novelty in his life. He stared down at her beautiful face. He would grow tired of looking at it. And it wouldn’t take two months either.

  He leaned his head down and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless, Allison.”

  Her eyelids flickered. “Mmmkay.” Suddenly, her eyes popped open and realization crept in. She began struggling then, her hands pushing at his chest.

  “Oh good, you’re awake.” He set her on her feet.

  She stood in front of him and tugged at the hem of her dress, smoothing it over her hips as she looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “What’s going on?”

  “I was carrying you to bed, Miss Campbell. But I’m glad you awakened before I had to drag your bum all the way up the stairs. There are a great many of them, and you were becoming quite burdensome.” He spun her around by the shoulders, reached out, and gave her bottom a little pat. His hand wanted to linger, but he made himself pull back. “Off you go. Nighty night.”

  She looked up to the top of the stairs and back at him. “Aren’t you coming?”

  Curling his lip, he thrust his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “Unfortunately, no.”

  ***

  When Allie opened her eyes the next morning, the sun was barely up. She glanced at the clock next to the bed and groaned. Six-thirty and she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Not after thoughts of last night flooded her brain.

  He’d sent her toddling off to bed as if she were a child. She was here for his sexual needs, and every time he didn’t demand she meet them, anxiety filled her, ballooning larger until she felt ready to burst. If Trevor didn’t want her, why didn’t he just let her go? She was convinced he was playing some twisted mind game. Still, what could she do about it?

  Throwing back the covers, she headed for the shower. When she walked into the breakfast room, almost an hour later, Trevor’s chair was empty. She gazed around the room for a second, then Frances entered with a carafe of coffee.

  “Hungry, love?”

  “Just coffee, thanks.” Allie refused to ask about Trevor. If he wanted to go AWOL during meal times, it wasn’t her business. “Frances, can I use a car this morning? I have some errands.”

  “Certainly, there’s a car in the garage at your disposal. Mr. Blake also requested that you meet him in the foyer at noon.” Frances set a cup in front of her with a wink and left.

  As Allie sipped her coffee, the house remained eerily quiet. It was like living in a museum. She missed the whine of her old refrigerator, the sound of her sisters’ bickering.

  After jogging up to her room and grabbing her purse, Allie made her way outside and around the corner of the house. In a garage that was larger than her own home, Simmons cleaned the interior of the limo. He shut off the vacuum when he saw her. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning. Hey, I need to borrow a car.” She eyed the six vehicles parked inside. There was a little yellow roadster she liked the look of, but the thought of wrecking the vintage car made her nervous.

  “How about I drive you?” Simmons nodded toward the limo. “I’ll be finished in a second.”

  Allie shook her head. “That’s okay.”

  “Then why don’t you take the Mercedes? It’s all gassed up and ready to go.” He plucked a set of keys dangling from a hook.

  Allie took them and slid behind the wheel, adjusted the seat and mirrors. The mixture of new car smell and expensive leather was intoxicating. Much better than the Festiva’s odor of old burger wrappers and exhaust fumes.

  She slowly and carefully drove across town. She didn’t want to add to her debt by dinging Trevor’s car.

  She pulled up to the house and parked on the curb. In the driveway, her dad was bent in half beneath the hood of his old Ford truck. When Allie slammed the Mercedes’ door, he lifted his head and did a double take. Grabbing a rag at his side, he wiped his wrench as she approached.

  The lines around his eyes seemed deeper, even more pronounced than they had only two days ago. “Hey, Al. Very fancy ride.”

  Allie shrugged and moved to hug him. “Mr. Blake’s letting me use it.”

  He stepped back, out of reach. “No, Al, I don’t want to get you all dirty.”

  She glanced down at the black-and-white sundress she wore. “Oh, right. How are things going? Everybody doing okay? Did Brynn put the towels in the dryer yesterday?”

  He tossed the wrench in the toolbox. “You better come inside, Al. We need to talk.”

  Chapter 5

  “What’s wrong?” Allie trailed her father to the kitchen and watched him wash in the sink. Her mom hated it when he cleaned up in the kitchen, but she could never break him of the habit.

  He grabbed a paper towel and wiped his dripping hands. “Monica didn’t get home until three this morning. Wouldn’t tell me where she’d been.”

  “Oh my God, this is crazy. What is she thinking?” Allie started walking out the door, ready to confront her sister, but his voice halted her steps.

  “Don’t bother. She was gone again this morning when I got up.”

  Allie faced him. “And you have no idea who she’s with, where she’s gone?” She placed her palm on her forehead and sighed. “That kid is driving me crazy.”

  “Brynn thinks Monica has a new boyfriend, some guy she met at a party.”

  Fear mixed with the anger churning inside her. Who knew what kind of parties Monica had been going to? Drinking for sure. Drugs? Maybe. “At a party,” she repeated. “Do we even know this guy’s name?”

  Her dad shook his head and leaned against the counter, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. “No. I know it doesn’t make sense, but this is how she’s dealing with your mom’s death. She’s grieving.”

  “We’re all grieving. That’s no excuse,” Allie said. “You call her friends, and I’ll check online, see if she’s updated her status. Maybe she posted something that will help.”

  “Those friends of hers aren’t going to tell us anything. You should know that by now.”

  “So we do nothing? Monica can’t keep going on like this, Dad, and you shouldn’t let her.”

  He dropped the grease-stained hand from his face. “What do you want me to do, Al? She’s eighteen. I
can’t force her to come home.” He pushed away from the counter and sat at the kitchen table.

  Allie dropped down next to him and grabbed his arm. “Dad, she’s irresponsible. She’s going to get herself into real trouble. What would Mom say?”

  He jerked his arm back, shaking off Allie’s hand. “Mom’s not here. In case you haven’t figured it out, we’re on our own.” His deep voice boomed. “And I know I’m failing her. I don’t need you to tell me that.” Pushing out of his seat, he stormed off, his work boots pounding against the floor before he slammed out of the house.

  Allie jumped at the sound. God, she was so tired of all this. But she couldn’t sit there, worrying about Monica for the rest of the day. She needed to keep busy. So Allie forced herself to get up and clean the kitchen. After she swept the floor, she threw the neglected towels in the dryer and did another load of wash.

  In the girls’ room, she found Brynn sitting cross-legged on one of the twin beds, her laptop open in front of her. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at what’s-his-name’s place?”

  “Trevor.” Allie plopped down on the bed and tapped her elbow against Brynn’s arm. “And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I’ve missed you.”

  “Huh, right.”

  “I tried calling you last night, but you never answered.”

  “I know. I was still mad at you.” Brynn leaned over and rested her head on Allie’s shoulder for a brief second before moving away. “Monica was out all night. When she got home, World War Three started.”

  Allie sat motionless. Brynn actually touched her. Voluntarily. It had been a long time since her sister had sought any kind of comfort, and Allie wasn’t going to make a big deal about it, but she wanted to throw her arms around Brynnie and hug her back. Maybe this was progress. She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I heard. Any idea where she is now?”

  “No, but she’s dating some new guy. His name is Brad, and he’s a total douche.”

  “Do we know the douche’s last name?” Allie asked.

  “No, she unfriended me, so I can’t spy on her. I’m not even sure where they met. But he’s older than her. Like as old as you.”

  “Yeah, twenty-five is ancient,” Allie said. But it wasn’t funny. Monica was headed down a dangerous path, and the last thing she needed was some loser leading the way.

  Brynn picked at the toe of her tennis shoe. “My guidance counselor had a meeting with Dad yesterday.”

  Well, hell. Allie didn’t know how much more bad news she could take. And Brynn was always the quiet one, she never got in trouble at school. “Why didn’t he tell me? Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah. Dad said you were too busy with your new job and we shouldn’t worry you with this stuff.”

  This was exactly the type of thing she should know. She was gone for two days and look at what happened. Monica was missing and Brynn had trouble at school. “No, honey, I’m never too busy for you. Tell me about this counselor meeting.”

  Brynn rolled her eyes. “Ms. Castor thinks I’m depressed because of Mom. Like um, hello? She says I’m not engaged enough. I need to add some extracurriculars and start participating in class more. Like it’s not enough that I get straight As? Now I have to talk too?”

  “What did Dad say?”

  “Dad totally agreed with her. He sat there staring and nodding like he was hypnotized. Now I have to join at least one club.” She poked herself in the chest. “You know I’m not a joiner.”

  It might be good for Brynn to break out of her shell a bit, make a couple new friends, speak up once in a while. But, if Allie sided with the school counselor, she’d further alienate her sister. She chose her words carefully. “I know it’s unfair that she’s forcing this on you. But maybe you can pick something that’s not too terrible? Maybe Spanish or Math Club?”

  Brynn’s eyes widened. “Do you want me to get beaten up on the bus?”

  “No?”

  “I’ll figure something out. She gave me a book to choose from. But I am not talking in class, so she can just get over it.” Brynn was so adamant, Allie simply nodded and kept her own mouth shut.

  Then Brynn peered up at her. “Can you make me a grilled cheese or something?”

  Allie couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t have to prod Brynn to eat. “Yeah, of course. Want tomato soup with it?”

  “Do we have goldfish?”

  “No, but we could go get some.” Allie reached out and patted Brynn’s leg.

  “Okay.” She nibbled her lip. “And maybe we could watch a movie or something?”

  Allie wrinkled her brow. “I don’t know. You’re not going to make me watch another teen vampire movie, are you?”

  Brynn actually smiled. “Maybe.”

  “You’re cruel, Brynnie. Very cruel.”

  Allie was supposed to be back at the mistress mansion by twelve, but to hell with that. Her sister needed her. Trevor Blake could wait.

  ***

  Trevor stood in the foyer and glanced at his watch for the seventh time in the last twenty minutes. He tried calling the cell phone he’d given Allie, but it kept going to voice mail. He shouldn’t have let her go off on her own, should have had Simmons drive her. What if she had gotten into an accident?

  No, that was ludicrous. Of course she hadn’t been in an accident, she was simply defying him. And that had him fuming.

  He’d paid off her family’s debt, forgiven her father’s loan, bought her a whole new bloody wardrobe, and kept his cock to himself. All that he asked in return was that she be here at noon. So he could take her to fucking lunch.

  A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Well, she would regret this little act of rebellion. Yes, she would very much regret inconveniencing him today.

  He stalked to his office. Loosening his tie, he shoved back his chair and fell into it as he stared blankly at one of the computer screens. Mistress, indeed. It was high time he got what he’d paid for.

  Trevor worked throughout the afternoon. By the time Allie finally got home, it was five forty-seven. Arnold informed him the minute she arrived. Instead of demanding an explanation immediately, he let his anger simmer as he continued to work until dinner.

  A few minutes after seven, he sauntered into the dining room and cast a glance her way as he took his seat at the head of the table. She looked lovely in the navy dress. He knew for a fact she would look even lovelier out of it.

  She glanced up at him. “Sorry about this afternoon. Monica didn’t come home until three this morning and now she’s missing. Brynn was upset and needed me. Her school counselor is making her join a club. I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it is to her.”

  He arched a brow. “I don’t care about your family troubles, Miss Campbell. Stop boring me with your domestic problems. You’re here to see to my needs, and so far, you’ve been abysmal.” He took a sip of wine and stared at her over the rim of his crystal glass.

  “I apologize, Trevor. My family problems have gotten in the way of fucking you. Would you like me to suck you off while you eat your salad?” She smiled as she offered to blow him, but underneath that sweet expression was rage. And he was delighted to see it. It made things so much more interesting when Allie was losing her shit.

  “No thank you, Miss Campbell, I think we can wait until after dessert.” The thought of Allie on her knees, taking him between those lush lips had his cock hard in seconds. He took in her stiff back and frozen smile. Her breasts were pushed up over the edge of her dress, giving him a mouth-watering glimpse of their fullness. He wanted to see them, touch them. He planned to make her ache just as he’d been aching. She needed to be taught a lesson for ignoring him.

  When she hadn’t made it home at the allotted time and hadn’t called to say why she was late, he’d felt… He put down his fork and rubbed the
center of his chest.

  Fuck that. He wanted her. He’d paid for her. He was going to have her.

  She needed to be put firmly in her place. He’d punish her for wasting his time. He would have been more productive today if he hadn’t been worrying about her. And for that she would pay.

  ***

  Allie grabbed her wine and drank half the glass. Was he really going to ask her to blow him after dessert? Could she go through with it? She’d told herself a million times that’s why she was here in the first place, but the anticipation was making her crazy.

  As she picked at her food, Trevor seemed deep in thought, and whatever he was thinking about didn’t make him happy. He scowled, his fingers white where he gripped the fork. Then suddenly, he laid it down on the side of his plate and rubbed his chest.

  Placing her hand on his arm, Allie leaned toward him. “Are you all right? Are you having chest pains?” She was worried about him. Not that he deserved it.

  He blinked a few times before glancing at her. Immediately, the scowl was replaced by his taunting smile. He stared into her eyes before gazing down at her hand. “Actually, I was thinking about you crawling under the table and taking me in your throat while I ate my cheesecake.”

  Allie snatched her hand back and smiled sweetly. “Just let me know when you’re ready.” Like hell. She had no intention of doing any such thing and would probably poke him with her fork if she thought he was seriously suggesting it. However, it was her fault for stupidly bringing it up in the first place. So, maybe no fork poking. Maybe.

  “I think I’m ready now, Miss Campbell. Neither one of us seems to be interested in our food tonight. Let’s retire to the drawing room, shall we?”

  She gazed into his hard, gray eyes. Her heart began to pound. This was it, time to put out and shut up.

  He stood and moved behind her, pulling her chair back before taking her hand. Leading her out of the dining room and up the stairs, through one hallway and then another, they reached a large room at the back of the house. This room seemed more to Trevor’s taste—long leather couches, book-lined shelves, and tall windows that looked out onto the lighted garden. She wandered around, nervously touching things here and there—the inlaid cigar box on a side table, the globe in a brass base, the bust of some Greek or Roman man with half a nose. The room was dimly lit by one large table lamp in the corner.