Little Black Book
Page 28“What’s this?”
I sighed. “Why don’t you open it and find out?”
Slowly she hooked the edge of the bag with her finger and tried to peek around the hot pink tissue paper. I could have done without all the fuss, but the sales woman insisted it would be a nice touch.
Pulling it out, she lifted the first piece of clothing out and frowned. Looking at me, she pulled out the second piece and held them up so she could get a better look.
Her eyes found mind and I grinned.
“What the hell is this?”
“Mr. Black,” I corrected her.
“What?”
“My name and what you’re to address me as is Mr. Black.”
“But why?”
Again, I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Enough questioning everything I tell you to do. You’re to call me Mr. Black and that my dear, Jessica, is an outfit. More importantly It’s your outfit.”
“This is not an outfit, Mr. Black.” She was practically beside herself.
“It’s whatever I fucking say it is and this is what pleases me. So put the damn thing on.”
She looked at me abashed. “O-kay. I guess I’ll put them on.”
“It pleases you? That’s your reasoning? Well, coconut cream pie pleases me, but you don’t see me trying to wear it, do you?”
Standing, I stalked toward her. “First of all, I love coconut cream pie. Seeing you wear it would please me greatly since I could eat it off of you. Secondly, that smart mouth of yours has struck again. You have only yourself to blame for your next task.”
“What next task?” she looked startled.
Good. Let her sweat.
Reaching around, I grabbed the bag and handed it to her. She hesitated and I shook it until she finally took it from me.
“The bathroom is through there.” I leaned against my desk and folded my arms over my chest until she finally turned and walked toward the bathroom.
“Oh, and Jessica?”
She stopped, but didn’t respond.
“Lose the bra and panties.”
Her back stiffened, but she continued to the bathroom and shut the door. Seconds later, her voice drifted from the other room.
“Are you going to tell me why I have to wear this and what exactly I’ll be doing?”
After a few minutes, the door opened slowly, but no Jessica appeared.
“I’m waiting… and I bet you could guess how much I fucking hate to wait.”
I heard her sigh and then she was walking toward me. The outfit fit her exactly as I hoped it would. Actually, it was better than I imagined.
The black pin-striped skirt rode her thighs high and when she moved, I got a peek at the smooth pink folds between her legs. The jacket was tight over her breasts and with only one button, I could almost see her beautiful nipples.
The mere fucking sight of her nearly made me want to push her up against the wall and fuck five orgasms out of her.
“Come here,” I commanded. She moved slowly to stand in front of me. “Turn around.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but I flashed her a look and her mouth shut with a snap.
Telling her to turn around was a very fucking bad idea on my part. I had to control the urge to bend her over the chair.
“I’m here. Are you going to tell me what I need to do now?”
“For now, you’re my assistant. You’re going to caterer to my every want, my every… need.” I ran the backs of my fingers over her exposed ass cheek and she let out a small gasp.
Taking a step forward, I slipped my hand between her silky thighs and she moaned.
“Sebastian.”
“Mr. Black,” I corrected her. “When you’re in this outfit... I’m Mr. Black.”
I could see her shoulders tightening up.
“You made your choice, Jessica, and if you let yourself, you’ll enjoy our arrangement quite nicely.”
“Before or after you groom me?”
I flipped her around and leaned forward. “Before, during, and after. I promise you, sweetheart.”
A flame of arousal danced inside of her eyes and I knew I had her.
“Follow me.” I strode over to my chair and sat down.
She was hesitant, but she made her way around my desk until she was standing next to me. As much as her innocence was a turn on for me, I wanted to see the seductive side of her.
“In order to please me, you need to know what I like.”