I WAS A FUCKING ASSHOLE. I’d known it all my life. I wasn’t born that way, but the world around me had molded me into someone who could take shit and dish it out just as quickly. Being a cocky dick had never failed me so far, until today. The hurt look in her eyes when I’d yelled at her was like a stun gun.
She didn’t know how fucked up I was. She didn’t know asking about my family was the most hurtful thing she could do. I was wrong for snapping at her. There was a big difference between sexual authority and shouting at a woman. But I knew once I settled down, I was going to make it up to her.
Steaming water poured over my face and shoulders. The shower was the first place I went when I was back home. I’d walked through the crowded club, ignoring people who thought they were my friends, and went straight up the stairs. I’d have to go back down soon and play club owner, but all I wanted to do was stand under the heat and let it burn me.
“Who took a shit on your steak?” Vick asked when I went into the office.
She was sitting behind my desk with her feet up like she owned the place.
“Fuck you. Anything going on downstairs?” I asked, flipping through papers on my desk.
“Ouch. That burns a little. Good thing I’m into pain.” She dropped her heavy boots to the floor and stood. “No one special, but you should still show your face.”
Our relationship was strained—it had been ever since I’d laid eyes on Jessica. It was another hassle I didn’t feel like dealing with, but at some point I was going to have to get to the bottom of Vick’s problems.
She slammed the office door on her way out and I shook my head in aggravation. I was seconds away from turning around, going after her, and cursing her out. But then the door opened again, letting in the loud music from downstairs.
“What’s wrong? You weren’t done being a bitch?” I asked with my back to her.
“Actually, I came to apologize.”
Jessica’s soft voice filled the space behind me, prompting me to turn and face her. She had changed, and was now wearing a sexy black skirt and an off-the-shoulder pink top. Her typical blush covered her cheeks and neck. My cock grew hard in the seconds since she arrived.
“Apologize for what?” I asked.
She had no reason to be sorry. Me on the other hand, I should have apologized, but that wasn’t something I ever did. Instead, I’d buy her something nice or give her an extra orgasm.
“I shouldn’t have been nosey. I had no right to pry into your business or ask about your family.”
I could have taken full advantage of her position, instead, I took her by the hand and pulled her to me. Burying my face in her hair, letting her fresh scent fill me.
“No. I was a total asshole. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Of course you’d want to know more about me. So, I’m sorry.”
If Vick could hear me apologizing to one of the girls in my book, there is no doubt she’d cut my cock off and give it to someone more worthy. Honestly, it felt strange. I hadn’t expected for the words to come out; they felt sticky on my tongue and I had to swallow hard to get the bitter taste out of my mouth.
“I say we both just forget it,” she smiled.
Her smile was sweet. Way too sweet for a man like me, but I soaked it up anyway. She leaned in to hug me and I let her, even though I knew she’d feel how hard I was through my pants. She tensed against me and when she moved back her expression was different.
“Does that always happen to you?” she pointed.
I had to hold back the laugh bubbling up my chest. “Only every time I see you.”
“Really? I do that to you?”
She was fucking clueless. How could she not know how delicious she looked in a skirt showcasing her fantastic legs? Not to mention a shirt that showed me some skin. It wasn’t as indecent as most of my girls, but with her, it was ten times sexier.
“Yes.” My voice was hoarse.
I hadn’t gone this long without sex since I was seventeen. Just knowing she was looking at my dick was doing it for me. Hell, I felt like a fucking teenager all over again.
And then she made it worse.
“Can I touch it?”
Fuck me. Fuck all the sweet, tight pussies in the world. She was turning me on.
“You can do whatever you’d like.” I was being calm and cool on the outside, but inside I was burning. My internal organs were on fire and ready for her touch.
I’d known when I first met Jessica that she would need time, and I think maybe that challenge made her more appealing. But now she was becoming curious—she wanted to touch me—and I wasn’t sure I could hold back much longer.
With a shaking hand, she reached out and began to undo my belt. I almost came on the spot. There I was, thinking she’d palm me through my pants—get a feel for my length and girth—but oh no, my girl was going skin to skin.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, as she stuck her hand down my pants, her fingers feeling my shaft. Hot breath seeped between my teeth like a steaming pot and she yanked her hand away.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck no,” I said, taking her hand and putting it back where it belonged.
My pants began to fall around my hips and I pushed my boxers so they’d fall, too. I stood there with my stick pointing straight at her and let her touch and feel. It was the sweetest, most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
Her fingers were cool and soft. They felt amazing. She got braver the longer she touched, letting her fingers wrap around me and squeeze. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed more. Reaching down, I covered her hand with mine and moved it up and down, showing her how I liked to be jacked off.
“Like that, sweetheart.”
When I removed my hand, she kept going. Once she got the hang of it and her wrist starting working in circles, I was clutching the desk behind me. Her breathing sped up with mine and I watched as her tits moved up and down with her breaths. I was getting closer and closer. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came hard and fast into her hand.
“Stop, baby. I’m going come,” I said, grabbing her hand to stop her movements.
“Isn’t that the point?” she asked.
I considered letting her continue, but there was more fun to be had.
“Yeah, but when I do I want it to be in your mouth.”
“You’re so vulgar.”
“That I am. Don’t worry, you’ll learn to love it.”
She backed away from me, but I followed her step for step, until she ran into my desk.
“Will I?” she swallowed hard.
Her eyes were dilated and her heart was beating so hard I could see the slight pulse on the side of her neck.
“You definitely will.” Reaching up, I ran a finger over that pulse and she tensed. “Are you afraid of me, Jessica?” I leaned in close.
“Should I be?” she asked.
Chuckling softly to myself, I moved so close my lips brushed along the rim of her ear. “Unequivocally.”
“In that case, I am.” Her deep breathing was hard in my ear.
Leaning back, I took in her flushed face, glazed over eyes, and moist lips. “Let’s play a game,” I said, running my fingers up her tense back.
“What kind of game?”
“It’s called Sebastian says.”
“That’s not a real game,” she rolled her eyes.
“Sebastian says be quiet,” I said.
The side of her mouth lifted in a tiny smile.
Moving back, I took her in from head to toe. “Sebastian says take your top off.”
She fidgeted. “Sebastian, I…”
I held up a hand. “Sebastian didn’t say speak. So far, you’re terrible at this game.” I moved to the couch and took a seat. “Let’s try this again. Sebastian says take off your top.”
Closing her eyes, she lifted her shirt from the bottom and pulled it over her head. I wasn’t surprised to see that her nipples were rock hard beneath her bra. As much as she hated to admit it, she was turned on. She was slowly beginning to thrive on being controlled, exactly like I’d hoped she would.
My eyes moved over her bra and down her flat stomach.
“Take off your bra,” I said.
Without thinking, she moved her arms behind her and snapped her bra, letting it fall off her arms and to the floor.
“Tsk, tsk, naughty girl. I didn’t say Sebastian says,” I grinned.
“Dammit,” she whispered.
Laughing, I continued. “I would leave you as is, but you need a punishment. Sebastian says take off your skirt.”
Dipping her thumbs into the top of her skirt, she pulled it down, letting it pool around her feet. She stepped out of it, kicking it to the side.
Standing there in just her panties, she held her head high even though I could tell she was nervous. Already, she’d come a long way. I was strangely proud of her.
“Sebastian says touch yourself.”
In that moment, I realized I’d been right about Jessica since the moment I’d met her. She was the seductive Jessica Rabbit. It just hadn’t been nurtured and pulled out of her.
While most women would have went straight to touching their pussy, Jessica didn’t. Without even realizing she was doing it, she seduced me. Starting at her neck, she ran her hands down the sides until they met in the front, just below her throat.
Her eyes remained on mine as she slowly worked her fingers down over her breasts, and running them over her nipples.
I swallowed hard as she pinched each peak before her hands continued their path down to her stomach. When she was beginning to enjoy it, she closed her eyes and put her head back. Her hands moved lower, hovering over her panty line in a teasing manner that made it hard to stay seated.
And then she was ever so carefully dipping her fingertips into the waist of her panties. I swallowed and leaned forward, waiting for the moment she touched herself for me.
Vick chose that moment to come busting into my office.
The sensual veil lifted and Jessica darted for her shirt to cover herself.
“Fuck!” I said, standing from the couch. I didn’t even try to hide my raging hard on. “What is it?”
Vick stood there staring at us with a gapped mouth. “Was she stripping? Since when is that enough for you?”
Jessica’s shoulders dropped and for the first time ever, I wanted to reach out and slap the shit out of Vick.
“Get the fuck out!” I bellowed.
“Whatever. You have a guest downstairs. When you’re done playing with your toy, come down.” She walked away, leaving the door open.