Little Black Book(27)
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, my 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 walked 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, 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.