Little Black Book

by Tabatha Vargo

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.

  Standing 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 words 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.

  “Now come here.”

  He reached out for my hand. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucked my slick middle finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my fingertip sending a sharp sensation down my arm and in between my legs.

  “You taste so sweet,” he said, pulling my finger from his mouth with a pop.

  I didn’t know what the next step was. There I was standing there in front of him, juices flowing down my legs.

  “Take your dress off.” His heated stare turning even hotter. “I want to see your body.”

  Taking a deep breath, I reached down, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and lifted it. Cool air brushed my thighs, and then my stomach. My nipples tightening inside my bra, I tossed my dress to the floor.

  My fingertips brushed across my lace panties, but before I could touch myself he stopped me again.

  “I want those panties. Take them off and give them to me.”

  Hooking my thumbs into the top of my panties, I peeled them down. My eyes locked on his hard member, standing tall, begging for attention.

  The warm moisture between my folds felt cool when the air touched it. I lifted my leg and pulled the lace from my foot. Trying to not be my usual awkward self, I held them out on one hooked finger.

  He took the panties and held them to his nose, sniffing deeply.

  “You smell amazing,” he rasped. “They’re fucking soaked, too. Open your legs some and let me see how wet you are.”

  I widened my stance.

  “No. I still can’t see. Stick two fingers inside and show me.”

  Doing as he asked, I dipped my m
iddle finger and ring finger in deep, and moaned at the aching sensation.

  Removing my fingers, I moved closer to where he sat on the couch. My panties draped across his shoulder.

  This time, he took my drenched fingers and brought them down to his cock, using them to spread my juices around his glistening tip. He took his time, grinding his length, hard into my palm. His eyes locked on mine the entire time.

  He brought my hand up to his face and licked between my fingers before letting go. When he pulled back, he grinned up at me.

  “You’re incredibly sexy,” he said.

  I was standing there in front of him in only my bra. My body was flushed, and still humming with satisfaction, but the ache deep inside of me needed to be rubbed.

  “Sebastian…” I started.

  “What is it, sweetheart? Anything you want, it’s yours.”

  Without invitation, I moved forward and straddled his lap. When my wet sex rubbed against his hardness, his abs tightened and the muscles in his jaw popped.

  “I want you.” My words were deep and raspy.

  “I’m all yours,” he said, reaching up and pushing my hair over my shoulders.

  My fingers went to work unbuttoning his shirt, as he reached over and drained the liquid in his glass.

  Pushing the fabric to the side, I was met with bronzed, smooth skin and chiseled muscle. My fingers explored the dips and creases of his torso, and his muscles came alive beneath my fingertips.

  Leaning over, I pressed my lips to his shoulder and kissed him from shoulder to chest. His hand moved to the back of my head, sweetly playing with the hair there. His salty flavor rushed across my tongue when I began to lick his nipple.

  His head fell back against the couch and a deep sigh sounded. I used my teeth, nibbling on his pebbled nipple, as I continued to taste him.

  His hands slid down my spine making me shiver, and then his skillful fingers unhooked my bra. It slipped from my body and he tossed it across the room. He grabbed onto my hips, pulling me harder against him.

  “Tell me what you want, Jessica.”

  I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to say it. I whined as I circled my hips, spreading my wetness all over his exposed hardness.

  “Say it, baby. Say you want me to fuck you. I love to hear that sweet mouth say dirty things.” He moved his hips below me, his tip pressing against my opening.

  “Fuck me, Sebastian. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

  I could hardly believe I’d said it. It sounded sexy and seductive, yet still full of need. And it worked because suddenly he flipped me on the couch and was perched above me.

  His hand moved between us as he pushed at his pants, kicking them onto the floor beside us. He rubbed himself against me like the time before. Except this time, it wasn’t enough. I wanted so much more.

  Lifting my hips, I pressed up when he moved back, letting him know how badly I wanted him inside of me.

  “Where do you want me?”

  “Please, Sebastian. Put it in me.”

  “Put what in you, sweetheart?” He pressed again. “My cock? Tell me you want my cock inside of you.”

  I wiggled beneath him, trying hard to get him where I wanted him. “I want your big cock, deep inside of me.”

  He shifted his body, and I felt him against my entrance once again. “You’re so fucking hot and wet.”

  And then he was pushing into me, filling me and stretching my body in a way it had never been stretched. I tensed beneath him, until he was as deep as he could go at the moment.

  “Fuck. So hot, so tight.” Pleasure filled his expression and his eyes closed. He pulled back, and pressed into me again, further this time. There was a tiny sting.

  I hissed and my thighs tensed against his hips. His eyes popped open and softened.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, don’t stop.” I reached around him and dug my nails into his ass. “More.”

  His lips brushed against my forehead and he began to move above me. His hips pressed into mine, his body filling me so completely I was sure I could feel him in my stomach. Sweat gathered between the two of us, making his body slide against mine.

  He leaned on his forearms, which were planted firmly into the couch on each side of my head. His face hovered above mine and every now and again he’d lean down and kiss me, filling my mouth with his tongue and the flavor of him.

  His movements sped up, and the ache deep inside of me intensified. It wasn’t long before I was moving with him, lifting my hips to meet his thrust and digging my finger nails deep into the flesh on his back.

  So close—I was so close. I started to make noises, silently begging him with my eyes for more. He shifted his hips, plowing into me with so much force it should have hurt, but it didn’t—it felt so good. Better than anything I’d felt in my entire life.

  “Come on my dick, Jessica. I want to feel that hot come all over the head of my cock.”

  It wasn’t making love, it was fucking. At least that’s what he called it. And while I probably should have been disgusted by his words and roughness, I loved it. It was pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  I wanted him to talk dirty to me. I wanted him to rough me up. I was tired of being treated like expensive china. I wasn’t going to break.

  He pushed me closer and higher, but no matter how hard he pushed, I wasn’t going over the edge.

  “Fuck it,” he said, pulling out of my body.

  Leaning back, he scooped up my hips and lifted my body from the couch and to his mouth. My shoulders dug into the couch, as my thighs and hips were thrust into the air. I was going to complain, but then he stuck two fingers deep inside of me and sucked my clit into his mouth.

  He worked his fingers, rubbing against the ache, as he sucked a few times. I broke. He held my hips still as I bucked against his face, screaming out a release I was sure everyone downstairs could hear.

  When I came down from my orgasm, he was above me again. He wasted no time plunging deep into me, igniting the spark once again. He didn’t hold back, pounding into my body hard and fast.

  Mumbling words I didn’t even try to understand, he took over my body and I lay beneath him, watching his beautiful face morph in pleasure.

  He was getting close. I knew because I was beginning to understand his expressions. His mouth fell open, his dark hair falling into his eyes. I pulled him closer, holding him to me.

  “Fuck, I’m going to…”

  And then he pulled from my body and grabbed himself, tugging and spilling his heat onto my stomach. He growled, as painful pleasure pulled his brows down and made him grit his teeth.

  He fell to the couch beside me, our bodies pressed together in a sweaty glaze. Our breaths filled the room with panted heat, as we each tried to catch more oxygen.

  Eventually, the room got quiet and the music downstairs pounded against the glass in a rhythm close to my heartbeat. I turned to face him, only to find him sleeping soundly.

  Reaching out, I ran my fingers through his dark hair and leaned in for a kiss. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind anymore. I was falling in love with Sebastian, which was a really bad thing.

  Eighteen

  Sebastian

  “Seriously, Sebastian?” Vick yelled from above me. “This is unacceptable, especially for you. Get your fucking clothes on and get your ass downstairs.”

  The side of my face was sticking to the leather on the couch and so was my soft cock. I didn’t know how long I’d slept, but I woke up feeling like I’d spent time with every woman in my book. My body was relaxed and sated and I felt so completely exhausted, I could have rolled back over and went right back to sleep.

  All I knew was Jessica had been there. She’d proved to me she was worth every dime and more—so much more. I also knew the minute I woke that Jessica was gone. Her warmth wasn’t pressed against me the way it had been after I’d blown my load.

  I was lying there, co
ld and naked on my leather couch, with Vick staring down at me with angry, beady eyes.

  “What the fuck is happening to you? You never mixed business and pleasure before.”

  I’d definitely gone too far. I hadn’t been planning to fuck her yet—in fact, I had been toying with the idea of letting her go. But the little mix wormed her way in. I wasn’t able to hold back. Not with her touching herself and seducing the fuck out of me.

  “Do you hear me?” Vick asked.

  Her words cut into my memories of the night before, forcing my morning-after buzz to dissolve quickly.

  “What are you talking about? I fired her. I’m not mixing anything.” Standing from the couch, I stretched my naked body and cracked my neck.

  “You’re cocking her in your office, during club hours. This is the second time this has happened. You’d never bring your girls up here before. This shit has got to stop.”

  I reached down and slipped my pants on.

  “This is my office, Vick. I’ll cock every woman in my book, on my fucking desk, all night long, if I want to.” I searched for my shirt and pushed my arms into it. “Since when do you give a shit about where and who I fuck?” I asked, buttoning my shirt.

  “Since you started letting this bitch affect your job,” she said, pulling the door open and letting the music from downstairs in. “I’m going down. There are people waiting to see you when you’re done fucking around up here.”

  The door slammed behind her for the hundredth time this week. Even though I should have been royally pissed off at being spoken to like that, I wasn’t. I couldn’t think of anything, but the way Jessica felt against my skin. I could smell her all around me. It had never been that way with any other woman. Ever.

  I’d been her first. Even though it was supposed to be a special moment for her, I couldn’t help but feel like the moment had been special for me, too. Why me? Why had she so freely given herself to me the way she had? Money aside, I didn’t have to push for it. She had come to me, and that made it feel totally different somehow. And what’s worse, I didn’t hate it.

  I fucking loved it.

  I spent the rest of the night getting drunker than a skunk in the VIP section. I downed shot after shot, hanging my arms around the shoulders of some of New York’s hottest and richest. I was relaxed and actually enjoying myself in my own establishment, as if I wasn’t at work.