Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(98)

It’s such a strange feeling being here in Bedford Hills with his full-time help, Maria, constantly around. In fact, the privacy and intimacy I felt with him in Aspen has totally vanished. Maria is a very discreet fifty-year-old lady from the Netherlands who can barely speak English. Her family has been working for the Van Dierens for generations, and Alex trusts her entirely. She’s a bit like my lovely Janine, except Maria lives here. And unlike Janine, Maria doesn’t seem to be much into friendly chitchat. I notice how she takes pride serving us dinner, pouring the soup into our bowls, refilling our glasses with wine or water as soon as they are half empty. Maria seems to take every single task very seriously. I wonder why she has to remain in the dining room, standing against the wall, as we eat. Even Janine would return to her tasks and leave Dad and me so we could eat together peacefully. I smile and nod, but I don’t feel at ease during the whole dinner.

On the contrary, Alex doesn’t seem to mind at all. He happily chats about Columbia, my exams, Singapore… But I don’t want to stay here. I want to go somewhere where we can finally be alone, maybe his bedroom. I suddenly get an idea. “May I leave the table to change clothes?”

He smiles at my cheeky tone. “Where are your manners, Ms. Van Gatt? I don’t think you asked politely.”

I chuckle and glance instinctively at Maria standing near the wall, her gaze down. “Mr. Van Dieren, may I kindly leave the table to change clothes?”

“See? Much better.” I blush at his stare. “You may do so. Maria will escort you.” And I roll my eyes hearing her name.

Very quietly, Maria starts walking ahead and I follow closely behind. Arriving upstairs, she leads me into his bedroom. I smile seeing my nightgown at my bedside—a long, delicate Victorian-inspired white nightdress made of cotton, lace, and a ribbon bow at the chest. It’s got a touch of vintage and long sleeves for winter, just as I like. The bedroom feels cozy and warm. Oh, no wonder—the fireplace is already bright and burning. I love hearing the crackling logs. It feels so inviting.

“Do you need help changing, Miss?”

“No, Maria. It’s all good. Thank you.”

She bows her head and silently leaves.





Alexander Van Dieren





“What are you doing sitting on the floor?”

Petra looks up in my direction, but clearly she didn’t hear me coming into the bedroom.

“Well, the carpet is fluffy, and there’s the fire too, so I’m warming up here.”

“Not sure if you saw, but there is an armchair on each side,” I snap.

She just shrugs her shoulders. “I like the floor. It’s cozy.”

Yeah, right. What you like is to be stubborn. I shake my head and head for the bar cart in the corner to serve myself a last Macallan before bed. A glass in hand, I sit and lean back comfortably in the leather armchair. I smile, staring in wonder at her. She looks even more exquisite with this nightgown on. I take a sip of my drink. I have everything I need. She’s finally here, back with me where she belongs.

“What are you thinking?”

I blink at her voice. "It’s a secret, Ms. Van Gatt.”

“Share it with me.”

“I don’t think so,” I reply back.

“Please. Tell me,” she insists.

I chuckle in amusement. Such a curious little thing. “You really want to know?”

She nods, smiling at me.

“Then come closer and I’ll show you.”

She crawls a few steps in my direction and kneels right in front of me. Oh boy. I lean slightly forward. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” she replies.

“Can you follow instructions?” She nods. “Of every kind?” She giggles timidly, but nods again. Damn, I knew it. “Very well.” I press my lips against her forehead, lean back in my chair, and empty my glass before putting it on the side table. I look straight into her big blue eyes, her gaze as curious as ever. I love seeing her like that. In a cold, stern voice, I give her my first order. “Unfasten my belt.”

Petra blinks twice, her face unreadable, and swallows hard, but she reaches for my black leather belt and does so.

She waits for my next instruction. My eyes dart down to my pants then back to her. “Take them off.” She smiles, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants before pushing them down with my help.

At the sight of my hard-on, I press her flat palm against it. She gives a quick gasp at the touch and gazes again into my eyes. “And now?”

I shiver at her cute little voice. She’s so damn perfect. I pull my cock out, push her hair back to form a ponytail, and bring her head down to my crotch. “Now take what is yours.”

Her cheeks flush as she gorges herself on me, but this time I don’t close my eyes. No, I want to observe her every move. She’s such a hungry little girl, and I have the firm intention of feeding her properly, of challenging her, and of breaking through her own boundaries. “Go deeper,” I growl while slowly pushing her head farther down.





Petra Van Gatt





I’m breathing slowly through my nose, hoping to control my gag reflex. It’s all about the breathing, I had read online before going to Aspen. I’ll show him how proud I am to be his and how, despite my age, I can be like his previous girlfriends. Fuck, I feel a growing pain in my jaw and throat—after all, my mouth is not used to receiving such a big and thick intruder—but I want to go beyond my own limits, so I try to take him as deep as possible. I manage to remain calm while he’s thrusting in and out. I hear him groaning, satisfied with the slurping sounds I make, drenching me even more. Damn, my heart is pounding so hard! I hope I can remain quiet and calm until I make him cum.