by Brooke, T
The packing up had taken until late afternoon, with a break for lunch, and had left them with only enough time to take a few of the boxes over to the condo before they had to stop for the day.
Once again she was forced to borrow a dress from Scarlett, which only emphasized how desperately she needed to do something about the lack of good clothes in her wardrobe.
Arriving at the house she saw the limousine sitting in the drive, the chauffeur standing by the side of it. She wasn't sure what the presence of the car meant and wondered about it as she parked on the other side of the drive and got out.
When she reached the house she was surprised to be met by Jason himself, instead of his butler. "Evening, Sir." She smiled warmly, her eyes wandering over his handsome physique. He was dressed more casually than she had seen him up to then, and she found it strange to see him in slacks and a white cotton sports shirt.
"Hello, sweetheart." He shut the front door behind him and then bent to kiss her cheek. "We're going out tonight," he told her. Taking her hand he led her to the limousine, where the chauffeur was now holding the rear door open.
Scarlett's visit that morning had forced him to give some serious thought to his relationship with his sweet girl. He'd decided he wasn't willing to give Carla up; she was his, so when their third night ended he planned on making her an offer, one he hoped she'd be more than satisfied with.
He motioned for her to slide into the car, and then got in beside her. "I don't usually drink when I play, but I think one glass of champagne is acceptable." He took a bottle from a bucket of ice and poured out two glasses, handing one to Carla and raising the other in a toast. "Here's to meeting you, because I think it was one of the greatest moments of my life so far." He clinked his glass to hers as she blushed.
Carla felt her heart do a somersault at his words; she hoped they meant he felt something for her beyond his desire for her body. She wanted to ask him where he was taking her, but after last night she had no intention of voicing a question, not when he had made it very clear that he didn't appreciate them.
She sat back in her seat as he put her seatbelt on and smiled. Scarlett was right, she thought, she really had it bad for him. She couldn't take her eyes off him and sipping at the champagne she squirmed a little in the seat, she was already wet for him.
"Baby, you have got to stop looking at me that way, I want to make it to our destination before we make love." He grinned at her, feeling his groin tighten. He couldn't help wondering how the girl could turn him on so much when he'd been able to maintain control during the training of so many other young women.
"I'm s-sorry, Sir." Her face flooded with color, she couldn't deny how she was looking at him; just being in such close proximity to him made her body ache with desire.
Shaking his head he chuckled and pulled her closer to him. His hand moved to her thigh and slowly inched her skirt up. Her intake of breath made his cock twitch and he wished they had more than five minutes before they arrived at their destination.
Five minutes was just enough time to get her a little more worked up though, and he took full advantage of the opportunity. His fingers slipped under her panties and stroked her silken flesh, teasing her sensitive bud.
Carla caught her breath as Jason teased her. She glanced toward the driver, and was relieved to see that his attention was focused on the road ahead, rather than what was going on in the rear of the car. Her hips lifted slightly, making it easier for Jason as he pushed a finger deep inside her, then with agonizing slowness he withdrew. "Sir," she moaned softly, already close to coming undone.
His finger plunged in again and pulled away, not wanting her to cum yet. Lifting his finger to her mouth; he pushed it against her lips until she opened them and he was able to slide his finger inside.
She had never tasted herself before, not even on the few occasions when she had played with herself. The taste was strange, but not unpleasant and she suckled at his finger, licking it clean, knowing that was what he wanted her to do.
When she was done he pulled his finger from her mouth, making her groan with the need to be fulfilled. She wiggled her hips in an effort to encourage him but he simply chuckled, "Insatiable girl," and pulled her dress back down to cover her. "We're here," he told her; she hadn't even noticed the limousine had come to a stop.
Opening the door he got out and bent to reach back in, offering his hand to assist Carla out. "Let's take you shopping, sweetheart," he said once they were both out of the car.
He was taking her shopping; she looked in amazement at the exclusive boutique they stood in front of. Her brain protested at the thought of him giving her more gifts after the car and the jewelry, but she realized that declining would only bring out the more extreme side of his Dom personality.
Seeing the look on her face Jason threw his head back and laughed. "My sweet little Carla, I have never known a woman who didn't want to shop for clothes before."
"I would rather you take me to bed, Sir," she spoke without thinking and quickly turned scarlet at her bold words.
Her comment only fueled his amusement and again his laughter rang aloud. "Sweetheart, don't ever let it be said that you don't know how to make a man feel good about himself." Still holding her hand he led her into the stylish store. "Maybe we'll find a little excitement while we're here," he whispered in her ear once they were inside.
There was no chance for her to ask him what he meant for a gorgeous saleswoman walked over just then, a huge smile on her face. The saleswoman was dressed like a runway model and Carla instantly hated her for the way she was looking at her man.
"Mr. Portland, it's a pleasure to see you again."
"A pleasure to see you again as well, Delilah; please, lock up the store, my companion needs a completely new wardrobe and we don't wish to be disturbed."
"Absolutely, Mr. Portland, I'll be right with you."
While Jason and Carla moved further into the shop they heard Delilah behind them, locking the door and pulling the heavy blinds, so no-one on the street could look in.
"Delilah, my beautiful girl here should be dressed in the finest of everything," Jason said when the saleswoman returned. "Please select some items so she can model them for me." He trusted Delilah completely; she knew exactly what he liked to see his women dressed in, and what outfits would best bring out a woman's natural beauty. That was one of the reasons he employed her as manageress of his boutique, not that many people knew he was the owner; with the exception of the two law firms he had inherited, he preferred to keep his business dealings quiet where possible.
"Size three I believe," Delilah said, running a professional eye over the young woman at her employer's side.
"Yes, wow, how did you know?" Carla was amazed.
"It's my job to know, Ma'am." One of the things Delilah had learned over the years was that keeping her boss' companions happy, made him happy, and that made her job easier.
Leaving the pair Delilah made her way around the store, selecting dresses she knew Jason would approve of, and which would bring out the best features of the slightly built young woman he'd brought. "If you would care to follow me to the dressing room, you can try these on."
"Hang them up beside me, Delilah; she'll be trying them on here."
Delilah wasn't shocked in the least by her employer's request; it wasn't the first time she'd watched the strange games he liked to play with the women he brought to the boutique. She wouldn't ever have allowed a man to treat her the way he treated his companions, but she kept that opinion to herself. It was none of her business how he and his companions enjoyed themselves, and she was paid too well to make the mistake of voicing an unwelcome opinion.
"Sir?" Carla was shocked at his request. Did he really want her to change in front of the saleswoman?
"The black one first, Carla," he told her, not answering the unvoiced question.
Oh god! That was exactly what he expected of her, she realized, her heart racing. Knowing how upset he got when
she made him wait she quickly pulled her dress over her head and crossed to the rack where the black dress hung. She was relieved she still had her bra and panties on; otherwise it would have been completely humiliating.
Once Carla had the dress on Jason moved forward and walked around her, his finger tapping his lip as he took note of how the dress fit. Finally he stopped in front of her and reached out to smooth out the dress over her stomach, he then slid his hands up until they were cupping the underside of her breasts through the soft silkiness of the dress. "I think this accentuates her well; what do you think, Delilah?"
Did he seriously just ask if her boobs looked good in the dress? Carla groaned, feeling her face burn.
"Her body looks very lovely, Mr. Portland."
Jason nodded and caressed her bare shoulder lightly. "I do believe we'll take this one." He looked over at the rack Delilah had hung her selections on. "Try the white one next," he instructed.
The white one was a strapless silk mini-dress; it looked very elegant, on its hanger, but Carla could tell that it would show off an almost indecent amount of skin. Doing her best not to think about it, Carla removed the black dress, returning it to the hanger it had come from, and took down the white one.
"Take off your bra," Jason told her. "You won't be able to wear one with that dress."
If Carla had thought her face was red before, it was nothing to how it was then; she could feel cheeks burning, and was sure they must be glowing incandescently. She wanted to protest his request, to refuse, but she wasn't sure he wouldn't take her over his knee right there in the store, and she wasn't about to risk that. Trembling, she removed her bra and put it on a nearby chair before quickly sliding the skimpy white dress over her head, wanting to get covered up as quickly as possible.
"Now this definitely has appeal." He smiled, knowing just how embarrassed she was. He wondered if she was also getting turned on. Showing her off was all part of night three, and to his mind she was doing exceptionally well; despite her embarrassment she hadn't hesitated or refused to do as he asked.
Once again he walked slowly around her, admiring both her and the dress from every angle. When he stopped it was behind her and his hand traced down her back, sending a shiver through her as it came to rest on her ass, cupping a barely covered cheek. "This one shows off that beautiful ass I love so much. What do you think, Delilah?"
"Yes, Sir, I couldn't agree more. She has the perfect figure for this dress. Many women wish they could look as good in it."
Carla was mortified by the way the two of them were talking about her body; it was as if they were talking about a car, or some other possession that didn't have a mind or feelings. Looking at the two of them, she couldn't help wondering if Delilah had ever slept with Jason; that thought pissed her off and she glared at the lady.
"Try the red one next, sweetheart, it matches the color of your cheeks," Jason said with a chuckle, seeing the look Carla was giving Delilah.
Carla took off the white dress and hung it back on the rack, seething at his humor. "Perhaps you'd like Delilah to try on a few of the dresses for you as well, Sir." As with the previous night, she knew she shouldn't have spoken the moment she did, but the words were out before she could stop them.
His eyes widened at her outburst and a look of anger crossed his face, he controlled himself however as he turned away from Carla. "Delilah, would you give us a moment please?" he asked politely, his voice giving no hint of what Carla had seen.
"Of course, Mr. Portland." Without hesitation she left them alone, heading for the break room to give them some privacy.
"Delilah is not one of my submissives, Carla, and your attitude toward her is very displeasing to me. You will apologize for your behavior when she returns." His tone left no doubt in her mind that if she didn't apologize she would be punished as severely as she had been the previous night.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered softly, feeling more than a little guilty for her outburst. Since she knew from Scarlett that Jason didn't have vanilla relationships the news that Delilah was not a sub, or at least not one of his, reassured her that they hadn't slept together.
Chastised Carla slid on the red dress and then stood there while Jason examined her. Unlike with the previous two dresses he simply stood there, a cold look in his eyes as he glanced over her. "That one will do," he said with a nod of his head, gesturing for Delilah to return. When she did he looked pointedly at Carla, waiting for her to speak.
"Delilah, please forgive me for my rudeness, it was out of place and I apologize." She kept her eyes lowered, feeling ashamed of herself.
"All this changing can be stressful," she smiled warmly, showing no sign of having been offended, "no need to apologize." She was used to dealing with New York's elite and was no longer bothered by their frequent rudeness, in fact she was surprised the woman felt it necessary to offer an apology, she was the first one to do so.
"I think we'll try a few more," Jason smiled again, pleased that Carla hadn't defied him.
After trying on five more dresses, Carla decided she wasn't big on shopping. Jason had reverted to his original pleasant demeanor, but she was getting bored.
"Delilah, could you pick out some lingerie and take it back to the dressing room? 34 B cup size."
"Of course, Mr. Portland." Delilah moved around the store selecting numerous items of lingerie she was sure would suit her employer's tastes. Once she had finished making her selections she put them in the changing room and walked back out. "I think you will be pleased with what I have picked out, Sir."
"Thank you, Delilah, you have been a wonderful help. We'll call you should we need any assistance." He smiled at her before holding out his hand to Carla.
Carla took his hand and allowed him to lead her through the shop. She had no idea why he was coming with her, the dressing rooms were discreet, but she had no difficulty working out where they were.
When they reached the dressing room he followed her inside, shutting the door behind him and sliding the catch across. "Get those panties off; I can't wait a minute more to have you."
She looked at him in shock; she couldn't believe he was going to take her there, with Delilah not far away. The thought embarrassed her, though at the same time she found herself strangely excited. Slowly she slid off her panties, not quite believing that she was going to go through with what he wanted.
"Down on your knees, baby." He pushed on her shoulders until she was kneeling before him. He undid his pants and lowered them, along with his underwear. "Now give me that smartass mouth, sweetheart."
He guided his already hard cock into her mouth and all thoughts about the saleswoman were pushed from her mind. With a hand wrapped in her hair he held her head still as he forcefully fucked her mouth.
She gasped in air when he withdrew and sucked him hard as he thrust in again. Her throat was beginning to feel raw from his forceful fucking when he finally pulled out. She wasn't given much of a chance to recover however as he pulled her to her feet and slid two fingers into her with little gentleness.
"Ready for me, like a good little slut." He grinned, lifting her up in his arms. Positioning her against the mirror he thrust inside her, making her groan. His hands gripped her heart-shaped ass firmly, holding her up, while her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. The sounds of ecstasy pouring from her lips egged him on.
"How does it feel to know she can hear how good I make you feel when we fuck?" He paused in his fucking, his cock buried to the hilt in her, to whisper the words in her ear.
"I don't care, Sir," Carla told him, all she could think of right then was how close she was to coming undone, and how much she wanted him to finish what he had started.
He chuckled and lifted her slowly off him. She groaned as he did so, and then again when he thrust her back down, burying himself to the hilt in her again. "You like the idea that she can hear me making you cum, don't you, baby?" He lifted her again, holding her there with just the head of his cock sti
ll embedded in her.
It wasn't enough, she wanted every inch of him as deep in her as he could get. "Yes, Sir, I want her to know you're mine." She couldn't believe how much she wanted that beautiful woman out there in the boutique to know she couldn't have him, that Jason was hers and hers alone.
Smiling at her words he rode her until her body clenched around him, doing its best to milk him dry, and she moaned aloud in orgasm. Lifting her off him he set her on her feet and immediately pushed down on her shoulders, telling her without words what he wanted her to do.
She took his huge cock in her mouth and sucked him deeply; wanting to give him the same pleasure he had given her. Her core ached with his rough treatment but she loved the feeling, and wished he hadn't stopped; she wished he would never stop.
When he finally climaxed, she swallowed every drop, loving the taste of him. The knowledge that he came because she pleased him was thrilling to her; the thought that she had that kind of power over a man like him was exhilarating.
"Baby, you please me more than any other woman," he told her; pulling her into his arms he hugged her tight.
She smiled at his compliment and felt the glow of his pleasure move through her. "I love you, Sir." She bit her lip when she realized what she'd said, wishing she could take the words back.
He smiled down at her. "Let's go home, sweetheart." Her words made him feel like a god.
Before they left Jason took care of the bill, giving Delilah a large bonus for having stayed after hours to take care of him. It wasn't necessary since the boutique was his, and he already paid her a more than generous salary, but he believed in being good to his employees.
Carla did her best, but couldn't entirely conceal the blush that colored her cheeks as she waited for Jason to finish up with Delilah, which caused Jason to smile. She was fucking adorable, and his, he thought as they returned to the limousine with their purchases.
