Little Black Book (9 page)

I leaned my head to the side, giving him more room to kiss. I wasn’t a total idiot. I knew what men and women did together. I knew what foreplay was, and I definitely knew that Mr. Black was all about foreplay
, as my nipples were pressing against my bra and the spot between my thighs was throbbing.

His hands moved up my waist and rested just beneath my bra. I was embarrassed by my
erratic breathing because I was sure he could not only hear it, but feel it as well.

I looked down at this dark fingers and watched as they moved in and out with my breaths. Knotting his fingers in the front of my shirt, cool air kissed my belly button
when he began to lift the fabric from my body.

“The skin on your neck is so soft. I can’t help but wonder if you’re this soft everywhere,” he
said, continuing to caress my skin with his warm lips.

And then he was sliding his fingers against my stomach, skin to skin. For a man with so much money
, his fingertips were rough. I liked it. God forgive me, but I liked it so much.

He lift
ed my shirt further.

“
Raise your arms, beautiful. I want to see your skin.”

I did as he asked and he pulled my shirt over my head and up my arms. My skin pebbled when the air hit my naked flesh. I stood there with my back
to him, in just a skirt and unattractive bra.

W
orking his fingers down my body, he turned me into putty on the spot.

“So perfect,” he whispered in my hair.

I closed my eyes and let him have his way with me. I sucked in a breath when his fingers worked low and started to unzip my skirt. I wasn’t ready, but there was no going back. I’d made a deal with the devil himself, and for my brother and for myself, I’d honor that deal.

My skirt fell to my ankles and I opened my eyes to look at myself in the glass. I was pale, which made his hands look
even darker as they worked down my hips.

I watched his reflection as he
moved to unbutton his jacket, pull it off his shoulders, and toss it to the side. He loosened his tie and slid it around his neck.

And then he was on his knees behind me
, hands working up from the back of my calves to my thighs. I was shaking again, but I wasn’t sure if it was my nerves or the sensations flying through my body at light speed. I was losing myself in him and it had only been a matter of minutes since we’d stepped into the room together.

He was good. Entirely too good.

He ran his nose along the inside of my leg and I closed my eyes and let my mouth open on a sigh.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly.

Pressing his warm lips to the inside of my thigh he groaned his appreciation. “I want you desperate for me.”

My head fell back when he continued the hot kisses on the insides of my legs. He was getting what he wan
ted. I could feel my heartbeat between my legs like it was begging and taunting already.

Reaching back, I dug my fingers into his hair and held him to me. And then he was turning me. I looked down into his eyes as he kneeled in front of me. It was awkward and amazing all at the same time to have such a demanding man on his knees in front of me.

A moan slipped from my lips when he began kissing my stomach, right above my panty line. I was so into it, I couldn’t even think to be embarrassed by my plain-Jane cotton panties.

Oxygen
no longer seemed important. All that mattered was the throb inside my panties and his mouth, which was now pressed against my inner thigh. He kissed everywhere, but the place I wanted it most. I was desperate.

I pulled the back of his head to me
and tried to move him where I wanted him to be.

“Sebastian,” I gasped
.

Pulling away, he lowered his head and exhaled harshly before he stood and put his arms on my shoulders.

“Times up, sweetheart.”

His words were a splash of cold water. “What?” I said frazzled.

“You did well—a very un-virgin like performance.”

“But I didn’t
… that wasn’t…”

He
held a finger against my lips. “Be at the club tomorrow at noon. Don’t be late.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek, his breath rustling the soft hair around my ear. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

I wanted to stop him. I should have stopped him and made him listen to me, but it was too late and I’m not sure he would have listened to me anyway.

I turned around as he adjusted his tie and put his jacket back on. The door opened and shut a few seconds later, and the tension in the room lifted.

Nine

Sebastian

“I hired a new waitress. You’d know that if you were here last night,” Vick sai
d, filing papers in the cabinet in the corner of the room.

“I had business other than the club to attend to.”

She turned, putting her hand on her hip and peering over at me with a pissed off expression. “Jessica Rabbit business?”

Setting my pen down on the desk, I sighed and met her stare. “
Vick, what the fuck’s your problem? “Seriously, what’s with all the bitchiness lately?”

Slamming the cabinet, she shook her head and marched from the room.

Sighing, I picked up my pen and started going over numbers again. I’d lost track of the time, so when the door opened again I was expecting it to be Vick.

It wasn’t. Jessica
was standing there in a pair of cheap jeans and what was probably her second best shirt. She was too beautiful to wear such shitty clothes—something I planned to remedy as soon as things were in working order between us.

“Did
n’t your mother ever teach you to knock?”

Her sweet face clouded over before her eyes turned red with anger and her cheeks flushed.

“Don’t ever talk about my mother,” she bit off.

Her words were abrupt and to the point. Her anger evident
in the tightness of her mouth. She was like a baby kitten ready to claw my face off. 

There was more to
my Jessica, yet nothing I needed to know about. But family was something I understood—something I’d longed for as a boy. For that reason alone, I’d never mention her family again.

“Noted,” I said.

Her anger wasn’t something that would garner an apology from me.

“Sit,” I motioned to the chair in front of my desk.

Stepping forward, she moved around the chair and sat down crossing her arms. She still carried her resistance to me. I liked that. I appreciated the challenge she gave me.

“Ask me again,” I simply stated.

She frowned, confused. “Ask you what again?”

“Ask me again,” I
repeated.

Leaning back in my chair, I
let my eyes wander over her perky breasts in a very obvious manner. She licked her lips nervously and my cock started to grow.

“Does your offer still stand?”
she asked hesitantly.

A grin tugged at the side of my mouth. “As a matter of fact, it does.”

I loved having so much control over the things in my life. Jessica wasn’t an exception.

Her eyes narrowed, and I waited to see whether or not she’d take the bait.

“So I guess I passed your little test then?”

I chuckled, “Oh
no, sweetheart, that was just the beginning. I like my women a certain way, and you need to be…” I paused, thinking of the right words. “Tutored in the way I like my women.”

She looked absolutely appalled.
“Tutored for
your
pleasure?”

“Exactly,
” I grinned.

Standing from my chair, I walked
over and hovered above her. She looked at me with hard green eyes.

“Do you ever do anything to please the women who learn to please you?”
she snapped.

I grabbed her chin between my fingers and lifted
it roughly. “While I thoroughly enjoy your smart mouth,” I said, running my thumb across her bottom lip. “I won’t tolerate it. And there will be consequences for misbehavior in the future.”

“Consequences?” she challenged with a lifted brow.

I squeezed her chin. “However, I
do
enjoy admiring your mouth. Keep it up and I’ll be forced to stuff something in it. Understood?”

Before she could respond, m
y mouth came down hard on hers. I pushed her lips apart with my tongue. I wasn’t gentle, but it was both a punishment and a reward. She made noises in the back of her throat while I devoured her mouth.

When I lifted my head
, her lips were red and swollen. She ran her tongue over the sensitive skin taunting me to kiss her again.

Stepping away from her, I w
alked back to my desk and resumed looking over my papers.

“I think I’d like to take you up on your offer.”

I silently celebrated my win. “You think, or you are?”

She lifted her chin and
with pinched lips she said, “I am.”

I wanted her more than I’d wanted a woman in a long time. This was my way of doing things and she had to be all in before I’d proceed with her.

“Good. Let’s start now.”

I enjoyed the way her face lit up with surprise. Shocking her was insanely entertaining for me.

“Now?” she exclaimed. “But…”

“But what? I have a lot of work to do with you
, so the sooner the better.”

Before she could respond, I pulled out a small black gift bag from beneath my desk and pushed it toward her. She eyed it suspiciously and then took a step forward.

“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.”

I’d startled her with my sharp words.

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?”

“I will as soon as you get your ass out here.”

After a few minutes, t
he 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 ag
ainst 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.”

Twisting my hands, I pinched her clit, and she cried out.

“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 l
eaned 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.”

She swallowed. “What do you like?”

Grabbing her roughly by the hips, I pulled her directly in front of me and pushed her legs open, fitting my thighs between them. She gripped the edge of the desk.

“I like to look,
” I said, lifting my eyes toward her.

I knew the instant she understood what I meant. She almost looked ready to flee, but there was that spark again.

“Show me.”

She slowly lifted herself onto my desk, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. I didn’t look away from her as she opened her legs, putting a foot on either side of my chair.

“Do you like what you see, Mr. Black?” She asked tentatively.

My eyes dropped and I groaned to myself, I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in the softness between
her legs.

“Yes, I do. Very much. Do you know what else I like?”

“What?”

Meeting her stare again, “My coffee. Black.”