by Dark Angel
She opens another set of double doors and waves me in. While the office is smaller than Sebastian’s, of course, it’s bigger than my living room by a good bit. It also has a spectacular view of the city. There is a large glass topped desk with chrome legs, and a large white leather chair sat behind it. I stand there for a moment just taking it in. This was where I am going to work. Suddenly, the lingering arousal that I feel is getting pushed aside by nerves. This is an office for someone responsible, someone who gets things done. I hope I can earn it with more than just my body.
The rest of my day is a blur. I listen intently to everything that Rose says. I scribble furiously in my notebook as she explains the computer and filing systems. I’m expected to keep track of all of Sebastian’s appointments, and somehow make sure he has breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Fortunately, the meals only require making sure that the private chef is kept aware of Sebastian’s ever changing locations so his meals can be delivered. Maybe I can handle this. I am like a less efficient Pepper Potts.
Based on his schedule, I have no idea when Sebastian actually sleeps or where. He owns several apartments and houses for his personal use. I am floored. What does Sebastian even do with all of those places? As far I know he doesn’t have a family. I wonder what he does when he isn’t making money. Surely there had to be more to his life than wheeling and dealing.
“So, what does Sebastian do for fun?” I ask Rose.
Rose looks at me like I am particularly dense. “He has,” she pauses as if searching for the right words, “hobbies.”
“What kind of hobbies?”
Rose hesitates. “That’s probably something you should ask Mr. King.”
“Okay.” I could take a hint and her tone makes it clear that she really doesn’t want to discuss Sebastian’s personal life.
Rose hands me a tablet and a phone that were much nicer than either of the ones I own. “These are your personal devices. Mr. King will use them to communicate with you. Please make sure that you’re reachable at all times.”
“I will,” I say.
“There’s a file with the particulars of your contract. Please make sure to familiarize yourself with it. Mr. King is very detail oriented.”
“I understand.”
Rose turns to leave then stops. “Mr. King’s last assistant was with us for a year. I hope you’ll stay longer.”
I’m caught off guard by her remarks but I shouldn’t have been. Of course Sebastian has done this before. Of course I am not the first.
“Rose, have there been many assistants?”
Rose folds her arms across her chest. “No Lily, there haven’t been many. Only two others besides you, but I do think it’s time for Mr. King to find someone to fill the position permanently. I hope the third time’s the charm.”
Before I can respond Rose opens the door and leaves. I sit behind the desk sinking into the creamy soft leather and pick up the tablet. There are at least twenty files in the contract folder. The truth was I’d only glanced at the contract in Sebastian’s office. Now I have time to really read over it. I tap the file marked dress code first. It seems the least intimidating. I am to wear high heels everyday, my skirts aren’t to come past my knee. I am to wear a garter belt and stockings, bra, and no panties. Clearly the rules are designed for Sebastian's pleasure. My center clenches at the thought of dressing for him, of him knowing exactly what I am wearing underneath my suits.
There is also a list of stores where I can purchase anything I need. I am to instruct them to charge all items to Sebastian’s account. I will have a car and driver. I scroll down the list of files; I’m not ready to click on grooming yet. Sebastian really had thought of everything. I know Rose said there have only been two others besides me, but I can’t help but wonder.
My phone vibrates and Rose’s name and face flash across the screen. I swipe to answer.
“Hi Rose.”
“I suggest you take the rest of the afternoon to visit the tailor, and anyone else you may need to see. If you check tomorrow’s schedule you’ll see that Mr. King has an important meeting. I’m sure you’ll want to be fully prepared. Mr. King often requires time with his assistants after meetings. I’ve okayed your leaving with Mr. King”
“Thank you, Rose.” Clearly she should have my job.
As I leave the office I think about what Rose said. Maybe the third time is the charm. Maybe this can be something more. I don’t want to be just another toy for Sebastian. From that first moment in my living room, I have found myself utterly drawn to him in such a powerful way that it stops my thoughts even to recollect the reaction my body has. I’m not drawn to him because of his wealth or even his looks. Sebastian radiates an air of authority and control. I want that control. I crave that authority. I need the safety of obedience. I am ready and willing to trust Sebastian King with my body and my heart. I only hope I can convince him to trust me with his.
3
Lily
Sebastian smiles at me, like a predator revealing his weapon. This is no congenial smile, but a wicked promise.
I should probably have thought twice about what I was getting into, but I can’t think at all — not with Sebastian so close to me. Sebastian stares at me until I become uncomfortable, and I begin to squirm in my chair
“Get used to it, Lily. I like looking at you. Stand up.”
I force myself to stand. I am trembling slightly, anticipation running through me. I have just signed my body over to the most powerful man I’ve ever met. What is he going to do to me now that I am his?
Sebastian takes my hand and guides me to the middle of the office. He walks around me slowly, silently appraising. His fingertips brushing lightly against a hip or shoulder makes me shiver. I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding in my chest. My breath hitches in my throat with how his every touch is an inspection. Sebastian’s hand cups my ass, squeezing lightly. Then his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against him. I can feel the hard muscular planes of his chest pressed against my back as one hand moves up my body. With the ease of practiced fingers he begins to unbutton my blouse. Just the top two buttons, just enough to expose the top of the pink lacy bra I wear beneath it.
His fingers lightly caress the tops of my breasts before sliding inside the cup and stroking my nipple. God, I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest, but I need more.
“Are you a virgin, Lily?” His breath ghosts against my ear as he whispers the question.
“Yes” I answer, feeling my cheeks go pink. “I've had boyfriends and we’ve fooled around but I...” I trail off feeling silly and immature. I wasn’t holding onto my virginity for the sake of true love or anything like that. I just hadn’t even been with someone that made me want them. Most of the guys who asked me out I could take or leave. The kisses and touches were nice but nothing that ever made me crave more. Until this very moment I’ve never really desired a man. Sebastian I was sure had desired many women and no doubt had them all. I couldn’t even guess the number of women that had been in his bed.
“So just a little heavy petting in the dorms, rushed makeouts before the roommate comes back. A girl that looks like you Lily? I find that surprising.”’
“I...umm...I...boys my own age they aren’t...” I fumble for the words. What can I say? That boys my age don’t excite me? That their awkward touches leave me cold, but one look from Sebastian sets my body on fire. “They didn’t...I don’t really like them.”
“I’m sure you don’t. Boys your age are just that – boys. They barely know how to please themselves and I’m certain they don’t know how to please you. Do you know how to please yourself, Lily? Do you touch yourself?”
I nod. My legs feel weak and I can already feel heat spreading through my body.
“Show me.” He steps away from me and I instantly miss the heat of his body pressed against mine.
I turn and stare at Sebastian in shock. I've only ever touched myself under the covers in my bed alone at night, and frankly
I haven’t done that very often. The thought of Sebastian watching me doing something so private here in his office where there are probably security cameras recording our every move... I hesitate but I can feel myself starting to get wet. I feel a desperate need to please him, to make him want me even more. But part of me is screaming against it. I can’t share this with a man who is practically a stranger.
“Lily,” Sebastian says, his deep gray eyes boring into mine. “It wasn't a request. Show me how you touch yourself.” Sebastian gestures toward the black leather couch in the corner of his office. I can’t resist the command in his tone. I walk quickly across the room and lay down on the couch. I let myself sink back into the soft leather of the couch and pull my skirt up. Sebastian sits down by my feet, watching me intently.
I reach down slowly. I brush my fingers across the damp scrap of pink lace that covers me. My panties are already damp. I feel like every nerve in my body is on fire. I am more excited than I'd ever been before, and I’ve barely touched myself. I stroke myself, pressing the already wet lace against my sensitive lips. It feels good but isn’t nearly enough.
“Take them off.” Sebastian says with his voice roughened by lust.
Obediently I slide the wet pink lace down my legs. Sebastian pulls them off over my feet and then with firm hands pulls my legs apart. I feel like I’m on display, watching as his eyes take in my exposed pussy. My body makes my arousal, my desire obvious no matter how shy I might feel.
“Beautiful.” Sebastian murmurs under his breath as he caresses my calf making me sink deeper into the soft supple leather of the couch. “Now show me what you do when you’re alone at night.”
I run my finger up and down my slick lips teasing, feeling myself grow even wetter as the hunger in Sebastian’s eyes grows. I feel my inhibitions slip away under his lustful gaze. I continue sliding my slick finger up and down. I give in to the urge to move my hips as I finally press that finger against my clit. It feels so good, little sparks of desire shoot through me and I can’t hold back a moan.
With my other hand I undo another button and slip my hand inside my blouse. I cup my breast and let my thumb graze my nipple through the lace. The memory of Sebastian’s touch moments ago makes my hand move faster. In the silence of the room I can hear my own wetness and the sound of breathing becoming more rapid. Sebastian’s eyes devour me as my hand moves faster.
I see him adjust his rock hard cock through his pants. My fingers speed up frantically, urgently, knowing that I’ve affected him and it makes me crave more. I let one finger slip past my lips inside, and another moan that I can’t hold back escapes my lips. Sebastian sits forward now, no longer relaxed. I have every bit of his attention focused on me and it is intoxicating.
My fingers move more rapidly. I want Sebastian touching me. I want his lips on mine and his hands all over my body. I spread my legs wider. I want him to break, to lose control, to grab me and take me right here, right now. The desire is overwhelming like a fire under my skin. I can feel the familiar heat beginning in my stomach, a heat that tells me I am close, so close to release.
My breathing picks up and I let my eyes slide shut as I feel my body tense for the inevitable wave of pleasure that is coming. I press harder. I just need a little more. Without warning strong fingers wrap around my wrist, stilling my hand. I watch mesmerized and he brings my shiny slick fingers to his lips, and licks them clean. It sends a fresh wave of lust shooting through me and I press my legs together seeking some sort of relief from the heat and tension thrumming through my body.
“That's enough.” Sebastian says. “You come when I say you can. Then and only then. Your pleasure is mine to give. Do you understand Lily?
Through my haze of arrested arousal I nod yes. My body aches with frustration, and I know Sebastian can see it written all over my face. I also know that bulge in his pants hasn’t gone anywhere. Why did he have to deny us both?
“Good. You did well today Lily. I think you’re going to do just fine.”
Sebastian reaches up and pulls my skirt back down over my hips and thighs. He slips my panties into his pocket. I guess I’m not going to be needing those. Sebastian leans forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle but I could taste myself on his lips.
“Rose should be stopping by any minute to continue your orientation.” Sebastian says matter of factly. Calm and in control like he hadn’t just watched me almost get myself off in his office.
I on the other hand am a flushed, horny mess. I stand up quickly and attempt to smooth the wrinkles in my skirt. It would be obvious to anyone with half a brain that something had been going on the office. My hair is messy from where I had leaned against the couch, and the whole office smells of my arousal. Before I can ask for more time to make myself presentable there is a knock at the door.
4
Lily
I am in the waiting room of King Holdings, trying desperately not to bite my nails. I shouldn't be nervous because Sebastian handed me the job. That isn’t what is tying my stomach in knots, though. It is the thought of seeing Sebastian again and finding out what he really wants from me that cooks my brain, making my thoughts feverish and my feet jumpy. My heart is racing and my mouth is dry.
I don’t know how to reconcile how naive I must be with the way that I know Sebastian looked at me, and how it makes me feel. I felt the raw desire in his eyes. It excites me and scares me and exhilarates me. Now, for the first time, I will be alone with him.
I try to calm myself. I was going to be in his office at nine o’clock in the morning. It’s not like he was going to throw me on his desk and have his way with me. I try to slow my breathing, and to take deeper breaths. I have no idea what is expected of me and I can feel my old familiar friend panic trying to claw its way into my gut. I push it back down and bite my lip until I wince from the pain.
At exactly nine o’clock, a tall redheaded woman with tortoise shell glasses who I assume is Sebastian’s secretary, calls my name. “Lily Ryder? Mr. King is ready for you now.” She sounds efficient but not especially friendly. Then again nothing about King Towers feels friendly – it was all cold steel and hard glass, perfect for a man like Sebastian.
I follow obediently, my black kitten heels clicking on the floor behind me. She stops in front of a set of large black double doors. She pushes them open and ushers me inside. “Lily Ryder, your nine o’clock, Mr. King.”
It’s only now that Sebastian looks up from the papers on his desk. “Thank you, Rose. Make sure we're not disturbed.”
“Yes, sir.” Rose turns silently on her heel, shutting the doors behind her.
I stand awkwardly by the door, not quite ready to move toward Sebastian.
“Good morning, Lily.” His dark, rich voice sends a shiver down my spine - it is the way he said my name. A little like he owns me, like I’m his.
“Good morning,” I say quietly as I take a seat across from him.
“Lily...I wasn’t entirely honest with you yesterday.”
I nod and dig my nails into my palms as I wait to hear what’s coming next.
“I’m looking for something more than a personal assistant but I do think you’d be perfect.”
Something more? I hold my breath. Whatever he wants I’m prepared to give it to him if it meant I could stay in my home. I shift in my seat and wait for what Sebastian would say next.
Sebastian walks around to the front of the desk and stands in front of me. I look up into his gray eyes and there is no mistaking the raw lust I see in them. He runs his hand along my cheek, the touch sending sparks of electricity through my body.
“It’s you I want, Lily.”
I blink in shock. Sebastian could have any woman he wanted and if rumors were to be believed he did just that. Why in the hell would he want me? I try to look away but his grip on my chin tightens , so that I’m forced to look him in the eye.
“You’ll still be paid and work as my assistant but you’ll also serve my sexual need
s whenever I desire.”
“You want me to be a whore.” I say quietly. I let those words echo in my mind because the truth is, I want to be his whore, and that’s what this is...I’d be his little fuck toy and the idea exhilarates me.
He laughs moving his hand away. “God you are young, aren’t you? Lily...do you think your mother would be marrying Edward if he was poor?”
I want to scream that I’m not my mother. I want to storm out of his office, but I know if I do that there is a very good chance he’d drop the entire deal with my mother. All those people who live in Daddy’s building, who supported him, who loved him, will be homeless and it will be my fault. I can’t face that, and the truth is I want Sebastian. The idea of being subject to his every beck and call scares me but it excites me. I want to give him everything he wants and I don’t need money or anything else to make me do it.
“What would be the terms of our agreement?”
Sebastian hands me a black leather padfolio from the corner of his desk. It contains a contract. The first few pages read like a normal employment contract, then it begins to detail what will be expected of me in my other duties. I feel my face flush as I read the requirements. The agreement details what I will wear, right down to my underwear. That isn’t all it lists. It’s as if my every secret fantasy is right there on the page. Just thinking about Sebastian doing some of those things to me is making me wet….and the things I’d never tried before or even heard of only make me wetter.
I can feel Sebastian’s eyes watching me. I pick up the heavy silver pen from his desk. He grabs my hand.
“You do understand what you’re signing? If you agree to this you will be mine completely, and absolutely.”
“Yes.” I bite my lip and look up at him.
“Do you object to any of the terms?”
“No.” The truth is, not only do I not object, I feel oddly comforted by the terms. I would only have to do what I was told. Everything would be mapped out for me safely and securely. I need this more than Sebastian does. Since I’ve lost my father nothing in my world has felt permanent or secure. This is security, this is safety. This is what I need and if I have to give my body to Sebastian to do it, well it isn’t going to be a hardship. He is handsome and experienced and he is probably make me feel better than any of my fumbling dates ever have.
