Little Black Book (15 page)

Seventeen

Rosslyn

I stood and watched through the wall of windows as the day turned into night. After my visit with Sebastian, things felt wrong. It’d been days, and he still hadn’t contacted me. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend. I had no right to even think about him, unless he called.

I was already an emotiona
l mess over Kyle leaving for a few weeks, but Sebastian Black was the most confusing man on earth. Every time I felt like I was seeing the real him, he would shut me out.

One thing was for sure, I really liked the real him—like really
, really liked him. I’d never felt that way about anyone, and definitely not anyone who was like Sebastian. I wasn’t sure how to respond to my feelings. I wasn’t sure how to respond to anything involving him.

The one thing I did
know, I didn’t want to go another week without seeing him. Something told me he was on the verge of getting rid of me, and I wasn’t sure I wanted that anymore. Not because of the money, but because I
wanted
him.

I spent day after day putting in applications and looking for places that were hiring. If Sebastian was done with me, I needed a back-up plan. I’d walk and fill out applications until my feet and fingers burned, and then I’d go back to the condo and soak until I was tired.

When I felt lonely, I’d touched myself and imagine it was him. I’d given myself orgasm after orgasm thinking about him, and I was done doing myself. I wanted Sebastian—around me, in me… in all ways possible.

I spent extra time in the shower, making sure to shave everything to perfection, and then I pulled out
the only sexy bra and panties I owned. They were simple black lace, but anything was better than white cotton.

My body felt different beneath my fingers when I dressed myself
in a black summer dress. It was short and I wasn’t ever going to be able to bend over, but it was the only thing I owned that was even remotely sexy.

I felt fuller in my thighs—more womanly. Already I was turned on, just thinking about how brazen I was going to be. I wasn’t the kind of woman who did crazy things, but I’d already decided I was going to do it. No one was going to hold me back anymore—not even me.

The bartenders smiled at me when I walked by like they knew what I was there for.
I was scared I’d run into Trish, so I moved quickly. My cheeks burned as I slid across the club and up the stairs to Sebastian’s office. I held my hand up to tap on the door, but decided against it. I wanted to surprise him, or in the very least, act confident.

I grabbed the knob and pushed the door open
, prepared to see him sitting at his desk, but he wasn’t there. The office was dark, except for one light on his desk. Of course, it was my luck I’d get up the nerve to approach him for sex, and he wouldn’t be there.

I stepped into his office, closing the door behind me
, and went to his desk. Memories of how he’d licked and sucked me assailed my brain and I could feel myself getting wet for him again. Running my fingers over the smooth desktop, I leaned forward until I felt the hard wood against my chest.

I ran my hands down my body enjoying the feel of my palms through the thin cotton dress, and when I reached the apex of my thighs, I pushed
in with my fingers.

It was insane
to go into a man’s office and masturbate to his memory, but I was feeling exceptionally crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about him or the way he’d made me feel. Plus, if he walked in, he’d definitely get a good view.

A sigh slipped from my lips when my fingers met my damp panties. I rubbed, enjoying the abrasive feel of the lace against my clit. I let my head lay on the desk and rolled my hips, grinding on my own hand. I’d become good at getting myself off. It wasn’t going to take much and I’d be soaking
my panties. Maybe I’d even do something really crazy and leave them on his desk when I was done.

“Oh yes,” I moaned when I felt the liquid heat gather at my cusp.

“Do you always barge into offices to masturbate?” Sebastian’s voice broke through my sexual haze.

I gasped, dropp
ing my hands from my body, and spinning around to find him lounging on the couch in his office. He took a sip from his glass and ice clinked as he moved it.

“Should I call the police and report this incident?” he asked with a straight face, setting his glass on the side table.

Judging by the obvious bulge in his pants, he’d been watching me the whole time.

“I
have
been bad, sir. But maybe you should do the punishing yourself?”

His eyes lit up with a hint of a smile and I was happy I had pleased him.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Sit on my desk and spread your legs,” he demanded.

It was that very moment my nerves set in. A hot blush crept up my back and melted into my neck and cheeks. Instead of doing as he asked, I stood there and stared back at him like a lost puppy.

“I said… sit your plump ass on my fucking desk and spread those creamy thighs. Wide.”

His blunt nature was shocking, but I liked it—I’d gotten used to it. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slowly sat on the edge of his desk and
spread my legs. Knowing he was watching me somehow made the actions a turn-on.

“Your panties are so wet,” he groaned. “You like touching yourself, don’t you?”

I nodded and reached down, letting my fingers roam across my lace-covered, swollen bud. I laid back, enjoying my ministrations. My breathing became fast and short.

“I can’t help but touch myself when I think of that tight, virgin pussy.”

I could hear his hips rocking on the leather couch, and the sound of him rubbing his arousal through his pants.

“Pull your panties to the side, and fuck yourself with your finger.”

Doing as he asked, I pressed my middle finger as deep as it would go. My channel begged for more, and I was sure only Sebastian could satisfy that part of me.

“Look at me.”

I lifted my head off his desk and stared at him through half-lidded eyes. He unzipped his pants enough for his cock to pop out.

“Imagine you’re using this…” he squeezed the head of his dick. “To get yourself off.”

Pulling my finger out of my depths, I pressed against my sensitive nub and rubbed. I kept my eyes on the hand he was using to pull on his swollen cock, making sure to move my hand in the same rapid rhythm. My mouth hung open and my breaths rushed in and out, hard and fast.

“I love those sweet little smacking noises your fingers are making.” He gripped his sac with his other hand and pulled.

I hadn’t even realized my wetness was making noises. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way it felt.

I was rapidly approaching my release. I silently hoped he would come between my legs and press his body deep into mine. I wanted to come on him. I wanted to feel him penetrate me so hard, I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

I opened my eyes a bit to see him still seated on the couch, pumping himself hard and fast. Just watching him was about to send me over the edge. I was so close to coming.

“Stop. Don’t you dare come yet,” he said
.

I pulled my hand from my body and my insides clenched ready for a release that I wasn’t giving it.

“What kind of punisher would I be, if I let you pleasure yourself?” he asked. “You need to learn to knock before you enter. You need to learn manners. Don’t you, Jessica?”

Feeling rebellious and ready to push him as hard as he’d been pushing me, I stood my ground.

“No,” I said sternly, hiding the smile that begged at my lips.

S
tanding up and slipping his belt from the loops, his pants fell to his hips, baring his long, thick shaft. 

“What did you say?” he asked roughly.

My eyes flicked up to his—hot and angry, full of desire.

“I said
,
no
.”

Sebastian hated the word no, but at the same time
, I’d figured out that’s what turned him on the most.

I could feel my body already seeping with lust
, waiting for an orgasm that I knew would be epic. I wanted it all—everything that he could offer me.

“What did I tell you about saying no to me?” He folded the belt in half and smacked it against his palm.

“Never tell you no. Never refuse you.” I bit the inside of my cheek as I waited for his punishment.

“And you did it anyway, didn’t you?” He tried to cover his tiny smirk with a hard, unmoving stare.

“Yes.”

“What happens to girls who are bad, Jessica?”

Again, the belt met his palm. I flinched at the noise it made. I could barely contain the excitement that filled me. I knew Sebastian was going to use the belt on me, and I couldn’t wait to see how.

“They get punished.”

“And you’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

I nodded. “
Very bad.”

And then he was standing in front of me, belt in hand.

“Turn around and put your palms on the desk,” he said sternly.

Turning, I laid my palms flat on the top as he had asked. Leaning over, I waited anxiously for his next move.

I didn’t have to wait long before his belt landed hard against my bare ass cheek. I shouted out in shock and surprise.

Right after the belt smacked me, his hot hand ran over the spot
, soothing the sting.

“One,” he whispered in my ear.

I lifted my palms from the desk to turn around and face him, but his hand in the middle of my back stopped me as he pressed me harder into the desk.

“Don’t
not move,” he said vehemently.

My face was now pressed into the desk as I waited for yet another sting from the belt. Again, he brought the belt down onto me, except this time it was the opposite ass cheek. It stung, and again I called out.

Leaning over me, he pressed his cheek against the sting before turning and pressing his lips to the burn.

“Two,” he said hotly.

I was so turned on and I didn’t understand it. He was hurting me, but it felt so good.

I waited with bated breath for more, but the belt never came down again. Instead, he moved the leather between my legs, running it over my swollen, lace-covered flesh and sending strong sensations through me. I moaned.

“Does that feel nice?” he asked.

I moaned my answer when he began moving the leather back and forth.  And then he surprised me by smacking the belt against my wetness. It wasn’t as hard as it had been against my ass, but still it stung a little.

I bit into my bottom lip to contain the sounds that rushed from the back of my throat. Again, he moved the leather against me, pressing it against my sensitive nub and bringing me close to orgasm.

“It’s okay, baby. You’ve earned it. Feel it. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded my answer.

“Please don’t stop,” the word
s leapt from my lips.

He stopped, and I looked back to see him pull the belt away from my body, It was glazed with my wetness and he licked it and moaned his approval before tossing his belt to the floor.

Turning away from me, he went back to the couch and took his seat again.

“You may continue,” he said, as if he hadn’t just spanked me with a belt.

I started toward him, but he held up his hand to stop me. “Keep touching yourself.”

Again, I reached down and rubbed. It didn’t take much and I could already feel myself rapidly approaching my release. And then it hit me like a ton of cement—hard and slow, it washed over me.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he said through my orgasmic wave.

“Oh God,” I shouted as hot liquid poured from my body. I felt the rush of it spill over my folds and down my thigh.

My legs shook beneath me, and I felt as if I was going to crumble to the floor in a hot, shaking mess. Once I rode the wave, I let my hands fall from my body. Breathing erratically, I was able to open my eyes again.