Little Black Book

by Tabatha Vargo

  “I knew someone who was shot and killed.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

  A full minute passed before he said anything.

  “So because of your fear, you leave yourself defenseless? What would have happened if I hadn’t been here? What happens when the thing you’re afraid of turns out to be the thing that can save your life? Except, you don’t know how to use it.”

  “Then I’m screwed,” I said simply.

  “No.” He finally turned to look at me and I controlled the urge to wiggle under his gaze. “Then you’re dead.”

  I didn’t know how to respond. Partly because I didn’t have a rebuttal, and partly because deep down, I knew he was right. We lapsed into silence and it wasn’t until we were close to my condo that I spoke.

  “Who’s Anthony?” I asked.

  He continued to stare out the window as he answered. “Just a guy I used to know.”

  “I take it you’re from that side of town?” I knew I was prying, but I couldn’t help myself.

  “Yes,” he responded.

  “Does your family still live there?”

  Suddenly, he turned on me with angry eyes, like the ones he gave the man who tried to rob us.

  “Did anyone ever tell you, you ask too many goddamn questions?” His tone was so abrupt, it caught me completely off guard.

  “I’m sorry. I just thought—”

  He cut me off. “You weren’t thinking. We’re here. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

  He was dismissing me like I was a child. And unlike every other time, he wasn’t going to walk me in, or even get out of the car for that matter.

  By the time I made it to my floor, I felt awful. What if he didn’t have a family? There I was, playing twenty questions and I hadn’t even thought about whether or not I was asking something that might bother him.

  He was being totally rude, but after thinking on it, I wasn’t surprised. He’d told me from the start what our agreement was and it didn’t include personal questions—at least when they came from me.

  We were never going to veg out in front of the TV and get to know each other. And even though I’d die before I actually admitted it, I really wanted to get to know Sebastian… in more ways than one.

  Fourteen

  Sebastian

  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.

  Fifteen

  Rosslyn

  His toy.

  That’s what she’d called me. The worst part, I couldn’t even be mad at her words because that’s exactly what I was. Bought and paid for.

  And there I’d been, finally starting to play, and I liked it. Actually, I loved it. Having such a strong man in the palm of my hand—that’s what you call power. And God help me, I wanted to feel powerful.

  As soon as he walked over and slammed the door, I looked at him and saw the anger in his eyes.

  “Ignore her,” he said.

  I was sick to death of people acting like I was seconds away from cracking. If I hadn’t cracked yet, I sure wasn’t going to now. I didn’t want to ignore her. I wanted to use her words to make myself stronger. I wanted to use everything I’d learned so far to make myself tougher.

  “She’s right,” I said. “I am your toy.”

  He attempted to smooth things over. “Don’t think of it that way, Jess—”

  I cut him off. “And I like it.”

  He stopped and stared back at me, as if I was a stranger who’d just entered the room. Finally, the side of his mouth lifted and his dimples sank into his cheeks.

  “Then come here and let me play with you.”

  I went to him and when his fingers dug into my hips, I didn’t pull away. I wanted this—I wanted him.

  Using a finger, he tilted my face to his and ran his tongue across my lips.

  “Do I really scare you?” he asked.

  Again… treating me like I was about to crack. No more. I was done with that.

  “No.” To show him I was serious, I captured his bottom lips in my teeth and pulled. I’d once seen a woman do it in a movie, and it drove the man crazy. It did the same to Sebastian. His fingers dug into my arms as he moved me, pressing my ass into his desk. He stared down at me dangerously and I knew in that moment I was playing with fire. But, the last thing I felt was fear.

  He was testing me, just as he had been since the moment I’d met him. It was an experiment to see how far I’d let him go when he slowly ran his palms up my thighs. It was a test when he stuck his finger in the side of my panties and began to softly run the back of his finger across me, every now and again letting his knuckle slide in and massage my clit. It was all a test and by the sounds of approval he made, I was passing.

  My head fell back, letting the sensations his finger created move through me. I’d never felt anything so amazing.

  Pulling his finger from my panties, he stuck his knuckle in his mouth and sucked. I almost exploded on the spot.

  “Fuck. You taste amazing.” He began to roll the cotton down my thighs until my panties were around my ankles. “You’ve earned a prize. You’ve been doing so well, I’m going to eat your pussy and you’re going to let me. Do you understand?”

  I bit into my bottom lip and nodded.

  “I’m going to tongue your tight little slit until you beg me to stop. And then I’m going to stick my tongue deep in you and suck on your clit until you come. And when you do, I’m going to lap up your sweetn
ess and swallow it.”

  My knees went weak with his words. I let him lift me onto the desk. Staring at the drop ceiling above me, I didn’t fight him when he slowly spread my legs.

  He wasted no time, and I was never more thankful. His tongue delved into my hole, then he ran it up and sucked on my clit with a loud smack. I lifted from the table and a sound I’d never made exploded from my mouth.

  “Oh my God,” the words rushed from my lips.

  “Don’t worship me yet, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

  And then his mouth was on me again, working me up and down. Sliding against my wet skin in ways I never knew were possible. His tongue curled, flicked, and touched every nerve I had, making me pant and pull at his hair. I’d never been so rough, but then again I’d never felt so amazing in my life.

  “Tell me you want to come in my mouth. I want to hear your pretty mouth say dirty things.”

  His words sounded so far away, but they broke through my haze of wonder. When I didn’t respond, he nipped at my lip making me hiss.

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  I didn’t care what it sounded like. I didn’t care what I was saying as long as he didn’t stop.

  “Oh my God, Sebastian, I want to come in your mouth. Please make me come in your mouth.”

  And then the rise was there. He held me to the desk as I worked my pussy against his face. The wave of sensations washed against me. The music downstairs thumped against the glass wall in his office and matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. I screamed words I’d never said before in my life as my release hit me, and my juices poured into his mouth.

  “Fuck. Yes, Sebastian. Yes.”

  He was true to his word as he began to lap up my sweetness like a thirsty man. He licked until my legs began to shake and every word I said came out in a loud stutter.

  Leaning back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. I laid there, bare and open to him as the room around me began to come back into focus.

  “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”

  He pushed his pants down and I knew what was about to happen. I didn’t want to freak out, and I wasn’t sure I was ready; I’d just never pictured my first time being on the desk in a nightclub, no matter how fancy it was.