by Cam Johns
"Oh...baby...yes just like that." I whisper. He continues to lick and kiss me softly as I grind against his face in a circular slow motion. It’s like he's making love to me with his tongue. He's so good at this. "Oh yes, make your pussy cum baby." He growls, releasing my hands and wrapping his arms around my thighs tightly lifting me up. "Oh goodness...baby its coming." I screech. He sticks his tongue in me all the way and licks the cum out as I squirm to try and get away. He finally releases me and crawls up to my face sticking his tongue out. I suck it in as we exchange my juices, he kisses me hard.
"Mmm...that was good baby." He says smiling down at me.
"You're so good at that."
"Just for you. C'mon, let's get ready.” He jumps off the bed and pulls me up slowly.
At my closet, I try and find something to wear. Today would be my first day back at work since all the drama with Kevin. I decide on a black sleeveless form fitting dress that I haven't worn yet and a red blazer. I go to Jackson's bathroom and see he's already in the shower. I decide to join him instead of using the other one.
"Mind if I join you?" I say stepping into the shower.
He pulls me into him. "I thought you’d use the other shower." He says staring down at me, obviously happy I'm there.
"I was...but I like to shower with you." I reach up and pull him down to me kissing him.
"Baby...you're sore."
"Yes...I know." I say pouty. He kisses me softly and grabs a cloth and shower gel. He washes me from head to toe then pulls me back under the water to rinse me. He kisses me softly. "Now go get ready." He swats me on my wet butt.
"Ouch!" I yell, looking back at his smiling face. I step out the shower and dry off while he continues to wash himself. I head back to my closet to dry and straighten my hair. Once done, I go sit at the vanity in the extra room and apply the new makeup Jackson bought for me and curl my hair. Jackson comes in and stands behind, me bringing his delicious Jackson smell with him.
"I could watch you all day." I smile, unable to see him through my hair. "How long do you need?"
"Not long...maybe twenty minutes."
"I'll have Mrs. Johnson put your breakfast out. Fruit and toast again?"
"Yes...thank you babe." He leaves and I hurry to finish getting dressed.
After I check myself in the mirror and I'm satisfied, I head downstairs.
"Good morning, Mrs. Johnson." I say entering the kitchen.
"Good morning, Miss Washington." She says smiling and cleaning dishes. Jackson is at the table with his paper up as usual.
"Anything good baby?" I ask hanging my purse and jacket on the chair. As I look up at him he’s staring at me, but he doesn't look very pleased. "What?"
"You're wearing that to work?" He asks cautiously.
"Yes...why? You don't like it?" I ask looking down at myself, sliding my hands across my body.
"It's tight..."
"Oh, stop. It isn't any tighter than anything else I've worn to work."
"I don't want anyone else ogling you...no one knows we're together...well sort of."
"Jackson...do you really want to have an argument...it doesn't matter what you say, I'm wearing this dress."
Mrs. Johnson excuses herself, sensing the explosion that's about to happen. He looks at me angrily, his intimidating blues attacking me. I sit down to start eating breakfast, and he goes back to his paper and breakfast. Smart choice. We finish our breakfast in silence. When finished I stand and gather my dishes to bring to the sink. Mrs. Johnson appears out of nowhere.
"No, no, I'll take care of it. Have a good day Miss Washington." She says smiling at me and taking my dishes. When I turn around I bump into Jackson who is now standing. He stares down at me, still visibly annoyed. I admire him in his three piece navy blue suit and same color shoes. Oh goodness, I'll never be able to stay mad at him. He's just too hot.
"I'm sorry." He says wrapping his arms around my waist, staring at me with those blues. I let my guard down and wrap my arms around his neck.
"Wow…more than one sorry within hours. I keep this up I'll have you groveling."
"Yes...I could see that happening if you don't say you'll be mine soon." I pull him down kissing him quickly and wipe the color lip gloss from his lips. "Let's go...your car is outside."
"Oh…you got it here?" I ask as I put my blazer on and grab my purse. He waits for me at the door.
"Something like that babe." He opens the door and I walk out to the driveway. I look around for my car but I don’t see it.
"Where is it...in your garage?" I ask confused.
"Right there." He says smiling and pointing to a white BMW convertible.
"Jackson...that's not my car." Logan backs out of the garage with Jackson’s Audi and parks it in front of the house. He starts to walk over, but Jackson waves him away.
"Yes...it is your car...now." He says walking toward me.
"Wait." I say holding my hand up so he doesn't come closer. "Where is my actual car Jackson?" I ask now agitated.
"You told me that he bought you that car ...there's no way I was gonna have you driving around in some other dude's car."
"So you went and bought me one instead of talking to me about it."
"You would've said no." He says with sad puppy dog eyes. I hate when he makes that face, gets me every time.
"You're damn right I would've said no."
"You let him get you one. Why can't I?" He asks now standing in his intimidation stance. I want to say because I don't belong to you, that's the difference. I know that'll hurt his feelings.
"Jackson I- You-...Ugh! Fine!" I say, finally giving up. I turn to look at the car, admiring the sparkling white exterior and beige interior. It's definitely a nice choice and I love BMWs. I turn back to face him and see the glimmer in his eyes, patiently waiting for me to speak. "It's a beautiful choice Jackson." He smiles rushing to me. He gives me a huge hug lifting me off the ground.
"I thought I was in the doghouse for sure."
"You were close...but it's no use. You already did it." He kisses me on the cheek and walks me over to the driver seat. He speaks to Logan briefly, then joins me in the passenger seat. He reaches in the glove compartment and pulls out a Louis Vuitton box handing it to me.
"Don't be mad." He says timidly. I take the box from him, silently opening it to black shades with gold trim. I look at him expressionless and decide not to argue about this. I put the shades on and peek at myself in the rearview mirror.
"Pleased?" I ask. He smiles and leans over to kiss me on the cheek.
"Very...You ready?" I smile giddy, happy to drive my new car.
"I am."
He chuckles. "Then let's go." I start her up and the engine is so strong it roars on. We put our seatbelts on and I adjust mirrors. I look over at him smiling. He kisses my hand then puts it on the wheel. I think he may be a little nervous…and he should be. I ease off, trying not to scare him, and follow the road down to the iron gate. "2-3-5-9" Jackson says as we pull to the code box. I don't understand why he doesn't have a remote in the car to press. I'm thinking that would be a lot easier. "We don't have an opener for the car ‘cause it can be misplaced or copied." He says. I really hate that he does that. I look in the rearview mirror and see that Logan has followed us. I put the code in and wait for the gate to open.
"Logan's gonna follow us?" I ask.
"Yes...just a precaution." He says pointing to go. I smile knowing I'm going to speed off. I floor it and see Jackson grip the door making me giggle. "Oh, you think that shit's funny." He says chuckling.
I laugh at him. "I do…you bought it. I'll slow down though...I don't want you nervous."
"It's ok, I want you to enjoy your car...just don't get caught." He smiles at me and shows me where to get on the highway. Okay, well he said I could. As soon as I get on the highway I take off. Wow, this car is fast! I weave through traffic as Logan follows close behind. We make it to work quickly. I pull into the garage as Logan pulls in behind me. Once
I park I look over at Jackson.
"You ok?" I ask smiling. He checks his body as if he's looking for something.
"Yeah, looks like I survived." He says laughing. He climbs out of the low car as I peek in the rearview mirror, fixing my hair. He opens my car door and helps me out. "You look beautiful baby," he says smiling, holding my hands down in between us. He kisses me on the cheek as Logan joins us.
"Hi Logan." I say smiling.
"Miss Washington." He says straight-faced.
"I didn't drive too fast for you did I?"
"Not at all ma'am." He says, finally cracking a smile.
"If you two are done..." Jackson interrupts. Logan's smile disappears and Jackson leads me to the elevator. I hold my peace, even though I wasn't pleased with how Jackson handled that. He's so impatient suddenly...or was that jealousy? The three of us step into the elevator and Logan presses the top floor. Jackson pulls me in close, lifting my chin. "What's going on in that head of yours?" I don't want to say anything while Logan is still standing there.
"Nothing sweetie." I say, displaying a phony smile on my face.
He looks at me curiously, then pushes my back against the wall and leans his body flush against me. I look over at Logan who is staring straight ahead. He pulls my face back to him and wipes the lip gloss from my lips, making my warmth start to tingle and pulsate, anticipating his touch. He leans in and kisses me passionately. Oh, why is he doing this to me? Every time he kisses me my stomach flutters and my heart sinks. Luckily for us, well for me, no one else gets on. He decides not to use tongue this time thankfully. I think I would need him inside me now if he did. He finally releases me and straightens me out before himself.
"I had to...I'm sorry about your gloss." He says, his eyes wanton. I walk up to him, wrapping an arm around his neck and positioning my palm over his penis through his pants.
"And I'll have this later." His eyes widen and I release him as the elevator doors open. I walk out and wave to the new receptionist as she smiles and waves back. I don't look back at Jackson, but I know he's looking. "Hey Michael!" I say as I walk into my office. I stop in my tracks, seeing this large beautiful bouquet of roses on my desk as Michael comes in behind me. "Who are these from?"
"I'm not sure...would you like me to open the card? They were already here when I got here." Michael says, standing stationary, waiting for my response.
"No that's okay...can you get me some coffee please?" I ask handing him my blazer and purse.
"Yes, ma'am." I go over to the roses to smell them as I open the card, hoping they aren't from Kevin.
Thank you for a wonderful weekend. I hope there will be many more.
Yours truly, Jackson
"Oh, this is so sweet." I whisper to myself.
"Here's your coffee and messages." He says, placing them on my desk. "Are you ready to go through your schedule?" He asks, smiling with his tablet in hand.
"Yes, I'm sorry." I mumble, still blushing from the card. "Let's do it." I walk around to my chair and take a seat to charge my very dead phone, while Michael sits in the chair across from me. As he talks I start to go through the messages that he laid down for me. I skim through them, tossing the ones from my mother and lay the others to the side. The last one was a return call to Kevin Matthews. Michael stops when he notices I had stopped responding to him.
"Something wrong?" Michael asks curiously.
"No... well...when did Kevin call?" He stands abruptly.
"That wasn't supposed to be in there...I'm sorry." He says nervously.
"What do you mean it wasn't supposed to be in there?"
"Jackson wanted me to keep him away." He looks down as if he wasn't supposed to say that.
"I'll be right back Michael." I stand with the note in my hand. I see Michael wants to stop me but he chooses not to. I furiously walk down the hall to Jackson's office and see he's on the phone. He waves me in and I close the door behind me. He stares at me and the smile on his face dissipates once he sees I'm agitated.
"I'll have to call you back." He hangs up the phone and walks to the front of the desk, leaning his butt against it. He now has his suit jacket off showing the vest that matches. I wish he wasn't so attractive, but I have to stand my ground.
"Why did you tell Michael not to give me messages from Kevin?" I can tell he wasn't expecting that. He stands in his intimidation stance.
"I don't want you talking to him."
"Jackson...you either want to fuck me or be my father. You can't do both!" I snap at him. His eyes widen and he gets visibly nervous. "You're headed in the wrong direction. There's no way I'll be yours if you keep acting like this." He takes his hands out of his pockets and slides them down his face. He looks at me, still not certain what to say apparently.
"I just don't want you to go back to him." He says softly.
"And why would I go back to him?"
"Because you did when he cheated before." What the fuck. I didn't tell him that to use against me. I'm not a worthless idiot! He really thinks I would go back to him after him cheating again and me finding out all the stuff in the manila folder of truth?
"Fuck you, Jackson!" I say turning to walk out.
"Karisma. Don't-" I hear him step toward me.
"Do not follow me!" I snap. He's obviously hurting because he can't fix this. I turn and walk back to my office where Michael is still sitting. "Michael, give me a second." He gets up to leave. "No, you can sit there." I say reaching for my cell phone for the first time since Friday. I skim through all the angry messages from Kevin and stop at the last one.
Kevin:
Please. Just tell me what I did wrong. That's all I ask.
I can't believe he's playing innocent like this. How did I not see through this earlier? "Michael, when am I free today?" He doesn't respond. I look up from my phone giving him that you work for me look.
"Three o'clock spot is free." He says nervously.
"Make me busy for thirty minutes please." I say assertively.
Me:
Can you come to my office at 3pm?
"Ok Michael, you can finish with my schedule." I say, staring at him sitting back in my chair.
"Well, you have a few meetings with donors this morning. Your first one should be here soon."
"Ok, that'll be all for now. I'll let you know if I need you again."
He rises and heads for the door. "I'm sorry, Karisma." He says.
I let my guard down and smile. After all, he's just doing what he's told. "Don't worry about it Michael." He smiles and exits. I check my phone to see if he responded.
Kevin:
I'll be there!
The smile that usually happens when I hear from him is no longer there. Now I just want to shoot him. No, that may be too violent, but I'd definitely hurt him somehow. I call the front desk in case there is a restriction there for Kevin.
"Healing House, Cindy speaking. How may I direct your call?" A spunky voice answers.
"Hi Cindy, this is Karisma Washington."
"Yes, hi Miss Washington. How can I help you?"
"I have a three o'clock appointment. When he comes, please let me know and I'll come to the lobby."
"I certainly will."
"Thank you."
"No problem." Well that was much more pleasant than Julia. She was psycho.
The rest of the day seemed to drag as people with too much money to know what to do with prance in and out of my office. I have to play nice, however, because they are all donors. After the last appointment I sit back in my chair, glad to have a moment before Kevin comes.
"Hey there." Jonathan says as he knocks on my open door.
"Jonathan, hey. I'm glad you’re here." I say standing to walk over to him.
"Jackson said you wanted to see me. I hope you're not gonna smack me again. My face still hurts from the last time." He says laughing and gives me a hug.
"Oh, I am so sorry about that. I let my emotions get the best of me."
"We're good. I
understood." He sits down in the chair quietly as I lean against my desk.
"Something else you wanna talk about?" I ask curiously.
"Listen, I'm not trying to overstep my bounds..."
"Which means you're about to do just that." I say smiling, letting him know it's okay.
"Jackson's kinda ticked off right now. Honestly, I think he's just scared. I'm just asking if you could take it easy on him. It’s been a long time since he’s opened up to a woman." He explains, sincerity shining in his dark brown eyes. So there was someone else that had to deal with his control issues.
"Well I appreciate your concern Johnny, but, he doesn't have any boundaries."
"Johnny?" He laughs. "Cute, no one's ever given me a nickname." I smile at him. "Well," he stands in his intimidation stance, "all I can do is tell you he really cares for you. When you storm off like that he thinks you're not coming back."
"That makes no sense. I'm allowed to be upset?"
"Yes, that's what I said…he'll get it at some point." He grabs my hand. "Don't be a stranger. You need something let me know." I smile and nod. He gives me another hug and I walk him to the door.
"Michael can you get me another cup of coffee please?" He nods and heads to the kitchen. I go back into my office and smell the roses that Jackson got me and look at the card he gave me, once more thinking about our weekend. I can tell he really cares but he can't continue to be this overbearing. I'll have to sit and have a conversation with him later. Michael comes and puts the coffee on my desk.
"Anything else?" He asks, standing stationary. I swear he reminds me of Logan sometimes.
"No, thank you Michael.” Just then my phone buzzes and he answers.
"Karisma Washington's office....thanks Cindy...your three o'clock is here." He hangs up the phone and looks at me uncertain.
"Don't worry Michael. It's ok. Go 'head to your desk." He smiles and leaves.
