His Gift 2(16)
His voice caught me by surprise, seizing my hand before I could touch between my legs.
“Why not?” I asked, hating the whine in my voice.
“You have a lot of questions for someone who’s supposed to be obeying orders.”
“You never ordered me not to ask questions,” I countered.
He laughed slightly.
“True,” he said, holding out the towel. “Don’t come yet. I will let you know when. Tonight I want you ready for me.”
I’m always ready for you.
I shook the dirty thought out of my head. Here I was, never having slept with a man before, wanting to tell him that he could have me whenever he wanted.
He could, though. I knew from the way his hands slipped over my body that I would be ready for him when he wanted me. I was ready now, now and always.
“Let’s go,” he said, and held out his hand.
Chapter Seven
Jake sat at the edge of the bed, watching me dry myself with the huge white towel.
“You’d better count your towels before I leave,” I warned him teasingly. “Something this fluffy and soft might find a way of disappearing.”
“Are you talking about the towel or yourself?” he teased back. I snapped the towel at him and went to put on my underwear. It was gone.
“Where’s…uh, where’s my underwear?” I asked, looking around.
“Oh! I almost forgot,” Jake said, pulling out a box from under the bed. “I meant to give this to you earlier.”
I opened the box. My eyes widened.
It was lingerie, the most beautiful I’d ever seen. It wasn’t too lacy or frilled. Instead, the black silk fabric of the bra was studded with small clear gems along the band. I pulled on the black panties and examined the bra closely before putting it on.
“Are these… these aren’t diamonds?” I asked.
“No? Then I’ll have to take it back. The saleswoman must have lied to me.”
“They’re diamonds? Who puts diamonds on underwear? You can’t even see them!”
“I can see them,” Jake said, looking pleased with himself. “And I’ll see them again tonight when I take you out of your dress.”
I flushed and clasped the bra around my chest, hooking the straps carefully over my shoulders.
“Now the dress,” Jake said.
“You know, the way you’re looking at me, I almost don’t mind wearing a dress,” I said, pulling the blue dress over my head. It shimmered delicately, slipping over my curves without catching anywhere. I eyed the heels next to the bed.
“You don’t like dresses?”
“Well, not usually,” I said, admiring myself in the mirror. “This one might make me change my mind though.”
Jake had an eye for dresses. I wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but he managed to find something that made me feel comfortable while still being classy. The cream kitten heels I slipped on were almost as comfortable as sneakers.
Almost.
“You’re certainly different from any other girl I’ve ever known,” Jake said. “You can finish up in the bathroom. I’ll be waiting by the elevator.”
Finish up? It wasn’t until I went back into the bathroom that I realized what he meant. There was a hairbrush, and a box of brand new makeup. I tried to remember what Steph had done to get me all pretty for Jake’s party, and by the time I was finished I felt like I had done okay. It wasn’t a supermodel staring back at me in the mirror, but it was good enough.
I did a little twirl in the mirror, watching my dress flow over my ankles, and giggled.
“Oh, man,” I said to myself. “You’d better not let anyone else know about this, or you’ll never live it down.”
***
In the elevator, Jake made me look down over the city before pressing the button to go down. My heart rose into my stomach, but that was nothing compared to the feeling when he slipped his hand through the slit of my dress, cupping my ass. I could feel his cock hard against the small of my back.
“Look out. Look out there.”
The lights of New York City swam in my vision as he kissed the side of my neck. I trembled as his fingers slid farther, hooking their way under my panties.
“I’m already wet, if that’s what you’re wondering,” I said. My voice was shaky.
“I want you wet. Always. I want you hot and wet and ready for me when I decide to take you.”
When. Not if. When.
He had already chosen me. Why? I had no idea, but I didn’t feel like pressing my luck with another snarky comment. I wasn’t the old Lacey tonight. I was a girl in a dress on the arm of the richest, most handsome man in New York City, and I would act like it.