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"So— have you heard the news?!"
It takes Alastor a few seconds to look up from his papers and glance at her. His lips are curved into his familiar, kind of creepy, grin which somehow always manages to make her feel both vaguely threatened (how dare you come into my realm and disturb me without prior invitation?) and also feel… other things.
"I haven’t, my dear. But I can assume they're good?" he says, shifting his gaze to the bottle of whiskey in her hand. He actually seems only slightly curious about it, but that’s more than enough to encourage her to take a step into his office.
"Oh, you know, it’s just that…" She glances quickly down the hallway to make sure no one is watching, then closes the door behind her and raises her arms, bottle and all. "…that today we finally welcomed a new guest—our sixty-ninth guest, in fact! Hooray!"
Silence. No reaction. Not even an 'Oh, really? Interesting'. Alastor doesn’t even blink. He just stands there staring at her as if she’d just informed him that they’re having meatloaf with a side of potatoes for dinner. So unmoved that Charlie finds herself wondering if he actually even heard her. Probably yes, since he goes right back to his papers, but it’s not like that’s going to discourage her.
"Oh, c'mon, can't you see what this means?!" she squeals, covering the distance from the door to his desk by hopping around in a silly little dance she doesn’t even try to restrain because she’s too happy, and grateful, and excited, and a whole bunch of other things she wants to share with him. "this is proof that the hotel is actually successful! Isn’t that amazing? Isn’t it magnificent? Isn’t it increhwdible?!" a pause to breath "Don’t you think this is completely crazy?!"
He turns his chair toward her to grab her hand and calm down all that shaking around of an excellent whiskey, his smile twitching in annoyance just for a moment before returning to his usual unshakeable-plastic expression.
"Yes, doll, I got the point" he says, taking the bottle from her hands to place it on his desk. "Truly a completely crazy occurrence, I must agree."
"Gosh, can you believe we've come this far?!" she goes on, ignoring his obvious sarcasm and starting to circle around his chair. "Honestly, I was getting a little worried lately since no one's checked in for weeks. I thought maybe we should do a new commercial, or hold another broadcast event with Sir Pentious maybe with a Q&A session or something, I don't know—but then… today it happened! Someone new is here to stay, interested for redemption!"
While she’s babbling on, Alastor has opened a drawer and pulled out two crystal glasses, into which he pours the contents of the bottle.
"That's great. New lively additions to our already more-than-crowded hotel, who would’ve—" he attempts, handing her one, but she keeps rattling on without stopping.
"Exactly! This girl showed up to check in practically out of nowhere. I don’t know her. She says she heard good things about our group sessions and that she wants to give herself a chance to really improve!"
"Really?"
"Really! She doesn’t need a place to sleep. She doesn’t think we’re going to exterminate and eat angels. She doesn’t want to steal our furniture, at least I think so. She just wants to be better!"
He leans back in his chair, bringing the glass to his lips. "Wow, Charlie, what a great achievement," he says, "You know, for the occasion you might even think about holding a proper celebration for this new addition to the family."
"I was totally thinking of having a party, yes! Nothing fancy, just a few toasts and, I don’t know, maybe a cake?"
"Of course, that sounds wonderful. And, listen, you could even have a special message written on it, something like: ‘Happy first day of an endless eternity stuck here doing group therapy among perverts and other kinds of felons!'. What do you think?"
"…"
"…"
"…are you teasing me?"
"Uh-uh, you say?"
She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Sometimes it seems like. I mean, always, actually, but more so now!"
"Oh well, you don’t usually seem to mind it, anyway. In fact, I’d dare say you actually adore it." His playful grin carries a lot of meaning, along with the sudden sensation of heat between her legs.
She adores it. Does she really? If one can define that gut-twisting sensation, the goosebumps, and the vivid, lava-like heat she feels in her veins every time he teases her as adoration—yes, fine, she adores it. But that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t appreciate from him a little more… she’s not quite sure what the right word is. Let’s say, cooperation?
It's not like she was expecting confetti, fireworks, or balloons when she slipped behind the bar to grab a bottle of his favorite and practically ran all the way to his office to share the news—trying the whole way to hide the shivers of excitement coursing through her body from prying eyes. Not that she expected something like ‘Oh my lovely Charlie, what an incredible achievement! Quick, come here now on my desk for a four-hour long, mind-blowing, sex marathon celebration’. No, nothing like that.
Still—
Charlie sighs and lets herself drop onto the edge of his desk (and if that intrusion into his workspace bothers Alastor in any way, he doesn’t show it), finally taking the glass he’d offered her. She plays with it, swirling it between her fingers, watching the tiny waves of whiskey ripple against the glass.
"So… that’s it?" she mumbles, finally. "Nothing else to say?"
"Regarding what?"
"New guest. A functioning hotel. The entire project that forms the basis of our partnership?"
He swirls the little liquid left in his glass, elbows resting on the arms of his chair while eyes remain fixed upward on her.
"Charlie, you know what I think about this whole silly campaign for redemption," he states, slow and collected. "What exactly did you expect me to say?"
"Um… congratulations, at least?" she shrugs. "That's amazing, ideally? And maybe something nice about the great work our staff is doing, at best."
"All right: congratulations."
Charlie tries—really, tries—not to roll her eyes, but she can’t help it at all. "Wow. Okay, thanks, Alastor. I appreciate that. Or, actually, I don’t."
The thunderous laugh that bursts from him, echoing off all four walls of his office, should probably offend her, but instead it’s just… typical of him. She doesn’t even know why she’s wasting her time on this.
She really doesn’t know what she was expecting, actually.
"Oh, don’t give me that look! After all, I’m still here, aren’t I?"
"Of course you’re still here," she snorts, "as an investment in an ongoing entertainment for yourself."
Imitating his voice does nothing but make him laugh even harder. "Exactly! And seeing you running around doing hours and hours of group sessions, meetings at all hours of the day with anyone who feels the need, and seeing you lose sleep keeping up with scum who can’t even handle the trauma of a broken fingernail on their own after decades spent in hell is… hilarious, really! I never get tired of it."
There’s no doubt Alastor finds hilarious seeing her run herself ragged after the other guests — especially since he's constantly reminding her of it every time she catches him following her around the hotel with that creepy stare and a mocking smirk plastered on his face — but the way he’s saying it today sounds somehow more snarky than usual. Or, if she didn’t know him well, almost… irritated. Which isn’t possible, since nothing ever manages to make him that way.
"Glad you’re having fun, at least," she mutters, finally taking a sip from the glass in her hand without savoring it too much. "You know, all this is very—not encouraging."
Alastor tilts his head to the side, blinking. "Is that why you’re here, Charlie? You need someone to encourage you?"
"What? No! I—" Charlie hesitates for a moment, taken aback by the seriousness of the question and realizing she doesn’t know how to answer. "…no, it’s going fine. It’s a happy day, and I just wanted to celebrate!"
"Mmh-mmh," he nods behind his glass, "you know, if that's what you're looking for, your father’s room is one floor and two hallways down. Perhaps he can help you with that."
"God, can you stop—" she squeezes her eyes closed, trying to shake off that sudden feeling of intense revulsion. "First of all: no. Second, I’m only here 'cause I’m very proud of what we’re doing together, and I wanted to celebrate this with you. Together, okay? We've worked hard for this and you, Alastor, despite openly mocking any hope of seeing my plans work out in the end have always supported me and that’s important to me and I care about your opinion and so—I don’t know, I just wanted to hear you say I’m doing good, I guess."
Shit. She freezes, mouth still half-open.
She didn’t really say that. She. Didn’t. Say. It. Really. It was a hallucination. A fantasy. An all-too-intrusive thought but there’s no way she actually said that out loud. And since she’s almost certain Alastor can’t read minds — almost — there’s no way he has heard it, right?
Too bad his slightly surprised look makes it obvious that he has, and far too well. Slightly surprised, and even pleasantly surprised, judging by the way that smirk is spreading.
Great, 'cause Alastor definitely needed another boost to his self-esteem.
"No, I— wait, that’s not what I meant!" Charlie adds quickly, blushing all at once. "I mean, the hotel is doing good, that’s what I meant! I just—" She doesn’t know what she’s mumbling but can feel the heat rising to cover her whole face and beyond her ears, and Alastor smug expression definitely isn’t helping. "I just meant that—"
Oh boy. His gaze definitely shouldn’t affect her like that.
"Ahw, that’s not what you meant, Charlie?" His voice is low. And teasing. And she just wants to die.
"No, actually. I— fuck, can’t you just let it go for once?" she whines, burying her face in her hands.
"Mmm… no. And watch your language, miss, didn’t you want me to call you a good girl?"
"Gnnh, that’s totally not what I said."
His smirk grows, showing his sharp fangs, and Charlie has never been this close to slapping him on that stupid, perfect face.
"All right, my mistake. I must have misheard, then." He says, then brings the glass to his lips and downs the remaining whiskey in one gulp, without batting an eye.
As always. Because nothing ever makes Alastor bat an eye.
Nothing disturbs him. Nothing surprises him. Nothing ever moves Alastor. No matter how hard she tries to get under his skin, she can ever elicit a truly genuine reaction while he just needs to taunt her a little and she finds herself like a mass of bright red cherry jelly, unable to think straight.
It’s frustrating, to always be the only one getting all worked up over practically nothing. Just for once, it’d be nice to see him finally drop his mask and really tell her what he thinks. If he were the one to lose control, to have him by the… oh, right.
"Or maybe," she smiles, taking a step toward him, "actually I should be the one telling you what a great job you’re doing, right, Alastor?"
His eyebrow rises, and if she didn’t know him so well, she’d almost think he looked surprised. His hands play absently with the empty glass. "Oh, is that so?"
"Mm-hmm." Another step. She takes the glass and sets it on his desk — right next to the chipped coffee mug they’d accidentally dropped last week, while distracted by other things they were doing up there — before sliding between his parted legs.
"I don’t know if I’ve told you this before, but I think you’re a fantastic business partner."
Alastor doesn't move, he just looks up at her, chin in his palm, with a hint of amusement. The insides of his thighs pressing against hers.
"Yes, darling, you’ve already told me that. But who am I to stop you if you feel like doing it again?"
Charlie curls her lips into a small pout. "It’s just that, you know, I'd be lost here without you," she murmurs, sliding her hands down the armrest of his chair until they reach his forearm, brushing against it but without actually touching. "You’re always ready to give this hotel, and me, everything we need. So good and dedicated with all your tasks."
Alastor lets his hand slide slowly toward her stomach, then moving up to play with the strap and that act alone makes Charlie momentarily reconsider her real chances of making this man — who usually manages to turn her into a horny mess just by asking silly things like to review the hotel’s finances together or do inventory of the remaining anti-cockroach chemicals — succumb to her provocations.
"Wow, Your Majesty, I really appreciate such a positive performance review for little ol' me," he says, pulling her closer. "You know I take my duties as your business partner and subject very seriously."
His face is now level with her breasts, Charlie can feel his warm breath caressing them through her shirt. She has to summon every ounce of willpower she didn’t know she had to continue with her mission instead of tearing it off and shoving her nipples into his mouth.
The problem is his voice, clearly. She suspects he has it tuned to a specific radio frequency designed specifically to make her wet the moment she hears it.
"Oh, I know you take them very seriously, Alastor." She caresses his name with the tip of her tongue as one might a piece of candy, trying to mask the hoarse tremor in her voice. "And you handle them quite well, in fact. I’m so lucky to have you with me in all this,"
While speaking, she slowly begins to slide down between his legs until she feels the soft carpet of the floor under the knees, and the bulge she sees already growing in his pants is now her burst of self-esteem.
"Man, I really couldn’t have asked for a more passionate partner," she goes on, running her fingers upward, slowing all across his thighs, "Determined," her hand on his belt now, "and more capable of satisfying all my desires as well as you do."
Alastor leans forward to tilt her chin up and the burning look he gives her from above makes her stiffen and tremble all at once, the feeling of something wet and warm spreading and pulsing down between her legs.
"Charlie, are we still talking about the hotel?"
In his hands she can only shake her head. He seems pleased with that.
"Mmh, I see," he says, brushing his thumb over her lower lip, "so what is that our dear princess desires, today?"
She swallows. "Well…" her voice probably comes out a little hoarser than it should, but who cares. "I’d really, really love the chance to show you my deep gratitude for the fantastic business partner you are." Her hands flutter over his crotch, waiting. "What do you say?"
Touch me now, is what she'd like him to say. Make me yours, is what she hopes to see in his eyes. Take me all the way in, is what she wants to feel from his rough hands on her head as he fucks her mouth hard and begs her to take every single drop of his cum.
She wants to feel that he craves her just as much as she does for him now.
But instead, Alastor draws away.
"I say," his voice is low and the mischievous grin he gives her spells trouble, "that, given everything we’ve said, we should celebrate today’s achievement together."
"Yeah, right… wait, what do you mean?"
"Let’s move to the couch, and off with your pants."
Oh-.
—
Alastor’s office is hands down her favorite place to fuck.
Not that there are many other private places to do that in the hotel. Her office is constantly busy with people coming and going with all their requests, sometimes even going so far to look for her in her bedroom. And even though they wouldn’t be bothered or caught in his room, that sort of "Little Little Red riding hood: horror version" vibe can easily kill the mood if you have to worry about not making eye contact with deer carcasses.
His office, on the other hand, is perfect: isolated, no one but her dares to approach it and with comfortable furniture where to indulge in the most acrobatic and creative positions. Some added to the collection only in the last few months, after they’d started to end — and sometimes cutting short — their business meetings in much more enjoyable way than talking about rude guests or budget problems.
The big sofa in the middle of the room is also a new addition, after the previous one fell apart right under their ass, and Charlie absolutely loves it. It’s spacious, made of soft, stain-resistant fabric, and with legs sturdy enough to let them do all those naughty things two business partners need to do when they're in a meeting.
But she never pictured, when they got it, that one day Alastor would simply lay down on it and bluntly demand her to come sit half-naked on his face.
"Wait. And if I hurt you?"
Alastor’s grin widens. He’s lying on his side, fully dressed, watching her with his chin resting on his hand.
"Look at her," he mocks, "where did all that bravado from a moment ago go?"
She finds herself clenching her fists and this, of course, seems to amuse him even more.
"Come on, it’s not our first time doing this."
"Yeah, but we were in other… it was different. I was not— meanwhile I wasn’t—" she pauses, feeling ridiculous no matter what she says, but he does nothing to save her from embarrassment (as if!) and just stands there, patiently waiting. She sighs, "…and what if I lose my balance and fall and break your neck?"
The effort Alastor makes to keep from bursting out laughing in her face is very obvious and just a little humiliating.
"I find that highly unlikely, Charlie. You’re not that heavy."
"Okay, but what if I do fall and just suffocate you with my…?"
"Look, even so, I’m already dead and in hell."
Yeah. Right. Good point.
She bites her lip, fiddling with the elastic of her panties. "Should I take them off?"
"Whatever you want, it makes no difference to me. Now, are you coming over here or what?"
She chooses to keep them on. Not that doing so will probably hide from him how wet she already is… but still. She tries to take a step toward him but freezes again a moment later.
"Can’t I… Gosh, can't I just suck you off?" she huffs in a half-whine, and he dares to roll his eyes. As if she were the one being difficult. As if he's dealing with a spoiled girl who doesn’t want to sit down and eat her vegetables. Except that she's more than willing to do it, the problem is what he wants to eat, in the meantime. "Can’t we just take turns? What’s the rush?"
"No way. If you want to show me your gratitude, you have to be willing to receive mine too. Seems only fair, doesn’t it?" He reaches out a hand to her furrowed brow, his smile softening just a little. "Come on, we both know you like it when I do that."
Of course she does. Definitely. Way too much. It’s more than just like, she goes completely nuts when he goes down on her. She loses all sense of time and space, of reality and the hotel, of this whole fucking hell and the entire universe all around her. She completely forgets who she is, becoming nothing but a mass of flesh and bones and moans, kept only alive by the uncontrollable, overwhelming pleasure he gives her.
She can't think straight when he's got his mouth on her, let alone give a blowjob good enough to drive the radio demon — all dressed up and elaborate phrases even during sex — crazy enough to lose control.
But if that's the only way he’d let her touch him…
"Okay, fine."
Feeling Alastor’s hot breath hitting directly between her legs almost makes Charlie lose her balance in the very first moments she's positioning herself above him, regaining it only thanks to the firm grip of his nails on her thighs.
"There you go, that's the spirit. Now, come down a little more," he murmurs, slowly guiding her lower and lower toward his mouth. "There, that’s good."
Feeling the tip of his tongue suddenly brush against her pussy through her panties makes her gasp in delight. Then, before she can even try to pull away, he begins to push more and slide hungrily up and down along her slit. Deep, through the fabric that quickly becomes so damp she can almost feel him directly. Rough, making her legs already feel like fucking jelly.
"Hell. Baby, I’ve barely touched you. Any idea of the mess you’re making down here for me?" He teases, holding her undies with a finger and moving it aside to rub against her hardening clit. "Such a big fuss, only to end up this wet with this little. You - naughty - girl."
He emphasize each word with a little flick of tongue. And another. And another until her vision grows a little blurry. She arches her back, letting out a loud moan, and can feels him clearly smirking at that.
Fuck. She must focus.
Trying her best not to think about what's happening between her legs, Charlie leans forward to slowly slide down over his body. She runs her palms on his firm stomach to reach and fiddle with his pants, finally opening them to free his arousal.
And it actually seems he couldn’t wait any longer to be freed, given the way his cock bounces out straight into her face: flushed red, hard as a rock and huge.
She finds herself swallowing hard.
It's not like this is the first time she’s been struck by Alastor’s impressive size. But seeing him up close like this — so ready, leaking and all trembling for her close breath — still makes her instantly start salivate in anticipation like she’s some Pavlov’s fucking dog.
And sure, maybe it’ll be a little challenging to concentrate when she’s so turned on simply by the thought of finally taking him in her mouth, but at least the good news is that she doesn’t seem to be the only one all fired up by this. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.
"Oh my. Alastor, I've barely touched you," she mimics him with a soft chuckle, her chest bursting in warm satisfaction. "Already this hard just from a little taste of me? How cute."
She sticks out her tongue to give him a little lick all around the head, causing him to twitch and let out a low, guttural growl that sends a shiver of pride right to her pussy. So she pushes on, "Still sure you don't wanna take turns? It seems like you're about to burst any moment… I'm not distracting you a little too much, am I?"
Alastor doesn’t answer, but the nails she can feel digging into her ass are a clear sign of the limit he's reaching.
With her lips curled in satisfaction, Charlie begins to kiss him up and down his full length, cupping it with her hands to fill her fingers with his thick, dark curls. Her nostrils filled instead with his musky scent that she could easily become addicted to. Just as she might become addicted to having him like this: lying helpless beneath her and at her mercy, his cock a heartbeat from her mouth that twitches with every brush of her lips, hips trembling under her hands despite his obvious, desperate attempts to remain still.
Well, maybe at the end she does have underestimated herself a little. Maybe, at the end, for once she could be the one in control of the situation. Maybe, at the end, it won’t be so hard to stay focused long enough to make him—
"MMMNGGH—"
A sudden, intense wave of pleasure hits her like a ton of bricks and makes her momentarily lose all sense of gravity. The feeling of his lips wrapped tight around her clit that begin to suck hard turn every word into nothing but pitiful, incomprehensible and very vocal moans she can't manage to hold back.
"What was you saying, sweetie?" he blows into her hard little nub, his filtered voice echoing lewd between her legs. "I’m sorry, I can’t hear you properly, being so caught up in this—" a flick of tongue, then Alastor begins lapping at her cunt harder and faster, working his tongue up and down to eagerly gather all her juices with sloppy, messy sounds that echo within the four walls of the office.
He sucks, and licks, and bites her sensitive flesh, which quivers in an attempt to pull away from those ravenous assaults. But no matter how much she tries and struggles to regain a shred of control, his arms are wrapped tightly around her thighs, holding her firmly against his face. Tighter with every attempt she makes to move, firmer at every pathetic whimper, he traps his own head between her legs just like an animal. Except she’s the one who can’t really escape.
"Al—Alastor, wait—" she tries to gasp for breath amid cries of ecstasy, hands still clenched tightly around his cock in a desperate attempt to regain even a shred of stability. "You — gnnnh fuck — can you go fuckin' slower?! At least let me… ehi! Listen to me, you asshole!"
He bursts out laughing loudly against her inner thigh; that deep, taunting sound that echoes between her clenched legs fills her with irritation while also making her even more fucking aroused.
"And why on earth should I?" he hums, the sharp teeth that grazes her soft flesh makes her shivers. "What's the matter, Charlie? Is it perhaps that I'm distracting you too much?"
"God, you really are such a b-bmhhastard…"
"Honey, that’s what you love about me,"
And she wishes she had something clever, funny, and teasing to answer him, but her lips are too busy to resume as soon as possible that little power game taking place between them. A game that Charlie can clearly sense she’s already on her way to losing.
The sensation of his cock sliding smoothly into her mouth is overwhelming.
It doesn’t take long to make her feel completely full, lost in his scent and intense flavor, in a whirlwind of excitement and craving as she desperately tries to hold on to what little sanity she has left to carry out her mission. To maintain a steady rhythm. To sink down on him with increasing conviction. Then up, then down faster.
Up and down, blowing and sucking.
Pausing every now and then for a slobbery moan whenever he teases her clit or mumbles something against her sensitive folds.
And up and down again.
Taking him into her mouth as far as she can reach and gripping him tightly with her hands wet with saliva where she can’t. Occasionally sliding one hand down to massage his balls rhythmically with the thrusts of her head. Sighing and moaning loudly all over his length to sounds as sloppy and desperate as possible to his ears.
She’s so caught up in all that movements that it takes her a moment to realize Alastor has loosened his grip on her legs and pull himself up slightly, look at her while breathing heavily against the skin of her ass. His right hand that started to caress up along her back, scratching the skin over her blouse and sending intense chills of pleasure wherever he touches.
"You know you’re really cute, m'dear, when you commit yourself to me like this?" he purrs, his voice muffled and full of all her juices.
"Mmm, really? You like what you see?" she sighs, all flushed and out of breath. Tilting her head to give him a blurry, upside-down glance from between her legs.
"Very much so, actually," he admits, running his tongue over his lips. And from the way his eyes are piercing her and his chest is heaving up and down, Charlie knows he means it. "I could stay here watching you suck me off like that, all trembling and desperate for me, all bloody night long."
"Better not get distracted, then," her wet lips glide over his throbbing cock, curling into a smile around the tip. "Down here, someone seems impatient…"
"Go on talking. As if you aren’t going wild to get my tongue on you again."
Part of her would like to retort but, in truth, she can’t really deny that and the hand that reaches out to push her head back down doesn’t let her anyway.
She can only whimper. And suck. And lick. And blow until her head spins. Choking on the dizzying, burning pleasure that spreads like pure fire straight from her belly and throughout every part of her body as she takes him whole into her mouth.
"Charlie, you have actually no idea how impatient I really am," he growls, moving his hips to match her head’s movements, slowly and deeper and deeper. The hunger in his voice fuels Charlie to give her all. "How much I think about this all the time while you wander around the hotel, taunting me with that pretty little ass of yours. Running from room to room, appointment to appointment, hardly ever stopping here."
He gives a little upward thrust with his hips, and she finds herself breathless, tears filling her eyes. But her cries don't hold him back, if anything, they urge him on. His voice getting rougher and broken up by grunts.
"You say you want to show me your gratitude, hmm? That you want to celebrate the fantastic successes of our teamwork? Excellent, then let me lock you here to fuck your mouth while I play with this sweet thing for a goddam week straight."
He grabs her thighs and pulls her toward him with a jerk, burying his face once more in her throbbing wetness.
"Fuck all the appointments you’ve scheduled. Fuck anyone who needs you other than me." he roars, and even though his mouth is full of her, those words echo loud and metallic through the speakers all over the room. "Just stay here, I’ll make you come until you don’t even remember your own fucking name."
And with that, Charlie melts completely.
She becomes liquid jelly, a shapeless blob of tears, saliva and stifled moans unable to think of anything but giving him pleasure with her mouth and moving her hips to pleasure herself against his mouth. Encouraging him to keep suck her exactly in that spot so perfect that brings her closer and closer to the peak.
And she knows she’s pathetic. She knows she’s a mess. She knows it wasn’t supposed to end like this. She knows that all the good intentions she had about trying to be in control for once went to hell several waves of pleasure ago, and yet… and yet she doesn’t care. She just wants to keep feeling him likw this until she reaches that ecstasy she’s so desperate to reach.
And it doesn’t matter what she has to do to get there. Everything, whatever he wants, he can have it. Her mouth, her throat, her whole body—they’re all his if he wants them. She’ll gladly give him all of herself. She’ll gladly give him all of her dignity.
"…Say it."
Alastor pulls away from her with a grunt. "What is it, love?"
"Al, I... fuck, I’m so close. I’m— please. You know, that thing, just say it."
She can hear him clearly, widening his satisfied grin. It scratches her skin and nearly makes her burst in tears.
"Please. Please..." she whimpers, not caring what he thinks of her. How later she’ll just want to kill herself of embarrassment. Or how he will probably tease her about this forever. She just wants to hear those words.
"You want me to say you’re a good girl, Charlie?"
The little cry that escapes her throat speaks for itself, but she still finds the strength to turn her head and give him a small nod.
"You want me to… mmfh, you want me to tell you that the hotel is actually doing great and it's all because of you?" he says, spreading her folds between his fingers and then slowly making his way inside. "That you’re working so hard and deserve to be rewarded for it?"
She whimpers against his skin, burying her flushed face in his crotch to try to ignore the deep sense of shame coursing throughout her along with the sensation of hot, throbbing pleasure filling her wherever she feels his touch.
"That you’re smart, brave, wonderful and perfect? Perfect skin, perfect body, perfect little delicious pussy, perfect mouth that feels so good and takes me so well…" he start fingering her faster, matching with the movement of his hips in her mouth. And now Charlie is just a gasping mess, crying and pleading to come all around his cock.
"Because you are, Charlie. You’re so good. And you're all mine."
And with that, she doesn't get shit anymore.
She comes, his deep voice rumbling in her ears and turning her brain into a blender of dizzying, overwhelming emotions.
She comes, with his fingers pushing her over and over the edge. Encouraging her to let go, to surrender, to be completely swept away by that storm of pure pleasure.
She comes, falling limp in the warmth of his hot breath, that continues to play with her sensitive clit even after the fog of orgasmic bliss begins to fade.
"W—wait, I… I just came!" she cries, still feeling dizzy and sensitive and at her limit. "Please, I’m still… ohmygnhh."
He doesn’t listen to her – of course he doesn’t – he simply carries licking her on, harder and deeper. He eagerly laps up all the juice dripping from her as he lifts himself up to hold her still-shaking ass tighter against his face, while at the same time keeping hers pressed against his throbbing, aching cock, which twitches against her lips waiting to be touched. Begging for her, without needing to say a word.
And she is more than happy to oblige him, in the midst of upside-down arousal and dizziness she finds herself in.
They sink into each other as if nothing around them matters anymore. Increasing together the rhythm of that licking and sucking and squeezing. Moaning and grunting against each other’s sex parts, no longer concerned with keeping up appearances, enjoying only the way their pleasure resonates in harmony in that room. Chasing together each other’s climax and, consequently, their own.
And this time they come together, amid her whimpers and a long, deep grunt that Alastor stifles against her thighs as he spurts small bursts of hot, thick cum down into her throat. Trembling from the final spasms of intense pleasure that course through them until they collapse there on that couch, exhausted and sweaty, clinging to one another.
Heavy breathing and the rhythmic beating of their hearts in unison are the only things Charlie hears echoing in her ears for a while, then the rustle of Alastor’s hand helping her down from his face to settle lying beside him wakes her from the daze she was sinking into.
"Congratulations on our sixty-ninth guest, Charlie."
He mumbles, caressing her back softly. And she finds herself smiling like an idiot, her face still pressed against the sofa cushion.
"Thank you, and to you too."
His hand glides over her blouse, then pulls it up to fully reveal the flushed whiteness of her skin. The damp sensation of his lips brushing against every spot where his fingernails have left a mark overwhelms her with surprise and a shiver of pleasure, along with a warm tightness in her chest she still can’t quite name.
They’d have a lot to say to each other after today, she knows that. A lot to talk about, a lot to think about, a lot of questions they’ve always left unanswered between them… but right now, she’s not ready to do that. She feels exhausted and like a mess, and yet, even in this total defeat, she can’t help but think that the small glimpse of Alastor he just showed her can still count, in the end, like a small victory.
So, for today, this is enough.
"You know, I feel like we haven’t properly celebrated today’s big occasion yet," she says, turning to look at him with eyes still glistening with arousal. "Do you want to keep going a little longer? Like… all night, maybe?"
Alastor barely lets her finish before pulling her close and hungrily taking possession of her lips. And No. 69 will never know why but, starting today, Charlie has a new favorite guest.