by Shayla Black
The lace clung to her shoulders, sheered out down the front to both cradle and reveal her distended nipples, then dipped in an indecently low U-shape between her breasts. It cinched her waist and flowed into a tiny skirt that ended at her hips and left her cunt exposed. A gather at the front, accented by two pink bows that would do Beck in created a makeshift apron.
She looked fucking stunning.
He walked a circle around her, inspecting her, examining every inch of her. Then he gave her a disapproving shake of his head and pulled a claw clip from his pocket. “Don’t be so messy, girl. Put your hair up.”
Her hand shook as she reached for the clip. “Yes, Sir.”
“And get your shoes on. I didn’t tell you that you could dirty my floor with your bare feet.”
“No, Sir.”
Wordlessly, he watched, already so hard that he could hardly contain his desire.
Quickly, she tossed her blond curls on her head, leaving soft tendrils to fall around her face and neck. Then she slipped into her shoes and stood, as if presenting herself for further inspection.
He curled a finger under her chin while he looked her up and down. “That’s passable. Now get busy.”
“What would you like me to do, Sir?”
Polish my cock.
But not yet. This mind-fuck was too perfect not to drag out.
Seth cast a glance around. The sun slanting in from the back windows danced with a collection of motes and showed a thin layer of dust on the glass end table beside him. It gave him the perfect opportunity to watch her “work.”
He smiled as he made his way to the kitchen, found a feather duster under the sink, then returned to her side. “Dust that table. Carefully. You don’t want to disappoint me.”
With a delicious bite on her lower lip, she shook her head. “No, Sir. I don’t.”
Sandwiched between his body and the coffee table, Heavenly had to squeeze past him to reach the glass top in question. Every inch of her nearly naked skin brushed over him. He swore he could feel her softness through his suit. Somehow, he managed not to groan.
Instead, he glued his stare to her as she approached the table. Other than two strips of lace bisecting her shoulder blades, a fluffy bow around her waist, and a string of loose little knots making a valiant but futile attempt to cover her ass, she was bare.
He bit his knuckles and tried not to sweat.
Heavenly tottered her way to the table and ran the duster over the surface absently, looking over her shoulder at him—or more precisely where his straining cock tented his slacks.
“Pay attention to what you’re doing, girl. Don’t look at me; look at your work. No, not like that,” he criticized when she brushed at the table with the duster again. “First, clear everything off and set it at your feet.”
“Yes, Sir.” She did as he’d demanded.
He enjoyed the hell out of watching her bend over, and clearly she was getting into the spirit of the game since she moved one magazine at a time and arranged them at her feet with a wriggle of her ass.
“Is that acceptable, Sir?”
“It’s a start. Dust that table. Get close to it, face directly over it. See exactly what you’re doing.”
“Of course, Sir.”
She bent at the waist, sticking her very fine backside in the air for him, and swept the duster across the surface methodically.
Seth prowled up behind her, pretending to dissect her job performance. Instead, he peered down at the glass-top table to find her grinning. She’d also missed a corner. Intentionally?
God, he loved this game, but today just might be the best ever…
“Why are you smiling?” Without warning, he smacked her on the ass, pinkening one cheek. “Tell me.” He swatted the other.
“Enjoying my job, Sir.”
He crowded her then, covering her back with his chest as he bent over her, curling an arm around her. As he settled his palm over her breast, he leaned in, letting her feel exactly how aroused he was.
Ignoring her little moan, he pointed to the dust she’d neglected to wipe away. “Then why are you so sloppy, girl? Are you trying to irritate me?”
“Of course not, Sir. Forgive me. How can I make it up to you?” She fluttered her lashes at him.
Heavenly was playing her part perfectly, and a slew of dirty images assaulted his brain. Settling for just one was going to be a bitch.
“Get on your knees.” He stepped back enough to allow her to turn and kneel.
“As you wish, Sir.” Like a natural, she bowed her head, thighs gently parted.
Fuck, he wanted inside her now. Instead, he worked open his fly, then grabbed a handful of her hair. “Suck my cock.”
Wide-eyed, she stared and licked her lips. “Of course, Sir.”
Then her gaze dropped to his leaking crest, and she leaned in. So slowly Seth swore he’d come out of his skin, she swept her lashes over her flushed cheeks, parted her pretty pink lips, then took him on her tongue.
A long, low groan ripped from his throat as electricity pinged through his body. Her tongue swirled around him. Her lips tightened. She looked up at him with big eyes, desperate for his touch and approval. Then she slipped her way back down his length until only the head remained in her mouth. She sucked harder.
Best. Fucking. Head. Ever.
His eyes rolled back as she worked him over, laving down one side, slurping up the other, and cradling his balls in one hand—where had she learned that?—before she nipped at his sensitive crest and started the process all over again.
Yes, he’d fucked her this morning. And last night. And the afternoon before that. Didn’t matter. She made him desperate, and if he didn’t slow this down, the game would be over before he could fully enjoy it.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from his throbbing erection. “I didn’t say you could use your hands. Put them behind your back.” She rushed to comply, then he gripped her chin in his palm, fingers biting. “Lick the head slowly. Only lick. If I have to correct you…”
He let the threat trail off.
She shook her head. “You won’t, Sir.”
Then she stuck out her pink tongue, eyes dancing, as she took a lingering swipe across his slick head, taking forever to make one wide circle around his most sensitive spots.
Oh, fuck me…
“That’s enough,” he managed to force out. “Bad little girls only serve cock, they don’t get to enjoy it.”
“What did I do wrong?” she asked as she dragged that torturous tongue over her plump bottom lip. “Sir.”
She was driving him out of his mind.
“You haven’t successfully completed a single task I’ve given you, and there’s more to finish.” He shook his head at her. “How should I punish you for that?”
“Spank me?” She sounded almost hopeful.
Seth bit back a laugh. Minx… “Stand.”
Heavenly jumped to her feet. “Yes, Sir.”
“Turn. Spread your legs. Bend at the waist. Grab your ankles.”
Her breath caught. Her gaze clung to his, and he could read the excruciating arousal all over her flushed face.
“Do I have to tell you again?”
“N-no, Sir.”
Slowly, she turned her back to him, giving him a stunning view of her pert ass, before reluctantly bracing her feet shoulder-width apart. Then she peered back at him, eyes questioning.
“Are you trying to make me impatient?”
“No, Sir.”
“Have you done everything I demanded yet?”
“No, Sir.”
He gnashed his teeth. “Bend over. Grab your ankles.”
“But you’ll be able to see my…”
“Pussy?” He raised a challenging brow. “You think that’s yours? Or that you get to hide it from me?”
“Um, I-I don’t—”
“It’s a yes-or-no question. Let’s try again. Who does that pussy belong to? Think hard about your answer.”
Her breathing shallowed. “Y-you, Sir.”
“Exactly. And since it’s mine, why do you think I’d allow you to hide it from me?”
She closed her eyes, lashes sweeping her hot cheeks. “You wouldn’t, Sir.”
“Ever,” he confirmed. “Now, do I need to give the instruction again or can you remember my demands?”
“I remember, Sir.”
Finally, Heavenly began to bend over. She didn’t rush, and Seth watched that little pale frill creep up her backside. The lone string pressed itself between her cheeks and burrowed into her folds. By the time she wrapped trembling fingers around her slender ankles, it was drenched. Slick arousal coated her inner thighs.
He smiled as he lifted his hand and gave her a smarting smack, delighting when she yelped. “That’s for not listening the first time.” He spanked her other cheek even harder. “That’s for making me repeat myself.” Then he positioned his hand between her thighs and gave her pussy a smack. “And that’s just because.”
Her anguished cry of arousal tugged on his cock.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“You’re very wet.” He settled his hand over her cunt and rubbed in unhurried circles.
“I know, Sir.” Her voice went up a pleading octave.
“Do you actually think you’ve earned an orgasm?”
Heavenly paused, and he could almost feel her trying to work out the right answer. He grinned, knowing damn well there wasn’t one.
“No, Sir.”
The distress in her voice did his Dominant heart good. “No.”
But he didn’t release her or tell her to stand, just gave her pussy a thorough, leisurely rubbing until her breathing roughened, until she gripped her ankles hard, until her whole body flushed.
Then slowly, he pulled his hand free. “Stand. Come with me.”
“N-now?”
He sent her a disapproving scowl. “You do not want to question me.”
“No, Sir. I don’t.” She fell in beside him.
Seth guided her to the stairs. Despite the fact they were plenty wide to accommodate them side by side, he gestured her to ascend in front of him.
He sighed. God, she had a great ass.
At the top, she looked to him for direction. With a silent bob of his head, he motioned her into their bedroom, then continued to the closet where his suitcase was still half-unpacked, driving him slightly batshit.
“Unpack that for me. I’ll supervise.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “And, girl? I’m very particular about my clothes.”
She dragged her stare across the precise row of his clothes hanging along one wall. “Yes, Sir. Socks first?”
Did she think she couldn’t screw those up? Seth smiled. “That’s acceptable.”
Heavenly retrieved the remaining three pairs of clean socks he’d packed but never worn. Seth watched intently, enjoying the hell out of her profile—the way her long lashes fluttered, the clingy fabric molded to her taut nipples and cupped beneath her plump breasts, the nip of her waist over her flared hips, and the ruffle brushing the damp curls shielding her pussy and slowly leaving a wet stain along her “apron.”
She opened the drawer, paused, then turned back to him. “Black socks with black? Brown with brown?”
“Of course.”
With a little nod, she went back to her task, putting each in an available slot of his organizer within the appropriate color family.
Too bad for her she’d still done it wrong.
“Where’s your attention to detail?” he tsked at her.
“I’m sorry, Sir?”
“The black socks were plain. You put them among the patterned.”
“My apologies, Sir.” She batted her lashes and tried not to giggle. “I’ll try again.”
“Don’t bother.” He pretended exasperation. “I think you’ve done enough.”
And being totally honest, he’d rather put his own socks away. They really did have an order.
She turned, almost convincing him she was crestfallen by her failure. “Sir?”
“Now I’ll have to rearrange my sock drawer. Rework disappoints me. You’ll need to find some other way to please me.”
“Of course, Sir.” She met his gaze, blue eyes dark and heated. “Shall I get on my knees again?”
He shook his head. “Run me a shower.”
That caught her off guard. Good.
“O-okay.”
Before he could correct her, she’d run to the bathroom, flung the door to the big glass enclosure open, and turned on the faucets, running her fingers under the water until it heated. “It’s ready.”
“But I’m not.” He crooked a finger at her, not saying another word until she stopped in front of him. “Sir. You forgot. Again.”
“I did.” She bit her lip, clearly not at all contrite. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”
“I’m also fully dressed. Fix that—and be mindful.”
She slipped the suit coat off one shoulder, then slid it down the other. When the garment fell free from his body, she retrieved a hanger and eased the jacket onto it, even buttoning it closed. “Would you like your pants on another hanger, Sir?”
Seth gave her credit for asking…not that he would tell her. “That should be obvious.”
She reached for another hanger—the wrong one—and set it on a nearby hook. Then she dropped to her knees and focused on his fly.
He barely restrained himself from laying her flat on her back and shoving his way inside her. As it was, her fingers working his button open and sending his zipper down in a seductive hiss had him gritting his teeth.
“My shoes?” he managed to question without letting on how desperate he was to feel her touch. “Shouldn’t you remove them first?”
“Of course. Right.” She reached for the laces on his wingtips with shaking fingers. “You fluster me, Sir.”
That pleased him. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Efficiently, Heavenly removed his shoes and socks, tossing the latter in the hamper and setting the former to one side. He wouldn’t bust her ass about neglecting to fill his loafers with their shoe trees—yet. Right now, he was too eager for what came next.
“You’re still moving too slowly.” He stepped out of his pants impatiently, folded them over the appropriate hanger with far less precision than usual, then nearly tore off his shirt. By the time he dropped his boxers, he hardly cared where they landed.
He had to get to Heavenly.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try harder—” She shrieked as he picked her up and suddenly strode across the closet, back into the bathroom, pausing only long enough to grab a condom from his drawer and tear off her shoes. “What are you doing?”
He backed her into the shower, skimpy uniform and all, watching with utmost delight as the water soaked the sheer, flesh-colored fabric. It clung to her every curve. Her rosy nipples tempted him. The ruffles plastered against her skin somehow emphasized her naked pussy.
“Reminding you who you serve. I’m boss. Stop talking. Turn around.”
“Seth…”
He took her face in his hands and studied her. “Do you need your safe word?”
“No, Sir.” Her answer was swift and emphatic.
Her dilated eyes and rapid breathing told him she was as stirred up and desperate as he felt.
He didn’t have to tell her again to turn around. Suddenly, her wet ass was in his hands, filling his palms with her firm, pale flesh.
Jesus, he was two seconds away from losing all self-control if he didn’t get inside her. For the first time, he really resented the fucking condom in his hand.
With a curse, Seth ripped into the wet ribbon at the small of her back. When her “uniform” fell away, leaving her back bare, he jerked the lace straps up to her wrists, looped the wet fabric around them tightly, then tied the apron strings to the showerhead, rendering her arms immobile.
“Sir?”
After giving the condom wrapper an impatient tug
, he rolled the prophylactic down his aching length, then leaned his chest over her back and growled in her ear. “Who do you answer to?”
“You, Sir.”
“Who do you kneel for?” He aligned his crest with her slick, wet opening.
“You, Sir,” she panted, gripping the showerhead tightly.
“Who fucks you?” he demanded as he gripped her hips and surged inside her welcoming heat.
As he set a blistering pace, she tried to claw the tile in an attempt to hold on for dear life. “You, Sir.”
“Yes. And there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.”
“Please, Sir…”
“Please what?”
“Show mercy,” she wailed.
“You haven’t earned any. Who makes you come?”
Before she could answer, he cupped her mound possessively, dragging his fingers over her hard clit. She tossed her head back with a silent scream. Her body tensed. Her cunt tightened.
She wasn’t going to last. Great. Neither was he.
“Answer me. Who makes you come?”
“You,” she keened out. “Sir.”
“That’s right.” He flicked his thumb over her clit again. “Show me, my pretty little servant. Show me now.”
A cry stuck in her throat as she bucked, gripping the showerhead with white knuckles, before she froze. Then a guttural scream tore from her as she pulsed on his cock, milking him with strangling pulls of her pussy. Still, he kept at her, plowing harder, deeper, wrenching every last bit of sensation from her he could.
His own climax hit an instant later, jetting lava through his veins. Bone-deep pleasure spiraled through every part of his body. With a savage roar, he emptied himself inside the condom, spilling even more of his soul into her.
With heaving breaths and a gradually slowing heart rate, Seth fell back into his body. Right now, it was a good, very satisfied place to be.
He wrapped an arm around one of the most precious gifts life had given him and pressed a kiss to her crown. “Feel okay, angel?”
“Better than okay.” She sounded breathless, giddy, and a little punch-drunk.
That made him smile. “Me, too. Thanks for playing with me.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, Sir.”
