Little Black Box Set (The Black Trilogy)

by Tabatha Vargo

  For the next three days, I didn’t text or visit Jessica, even though it killed me. I buried myself in paperwork and meetings, and tried not to think about her. I could have met with another one of my girls, but I wasn’t feeling it. My balls were in a bunch, and my mind was a mess.

  “You’ve been an asshole this week,” Vick said, tossing a stack of papers on my desk. “This girl has your dick twisted, Sebastian. I think she’s a bad idea.”

  “Tell me how you really feel,” I responded without looking up.

  “Whatever,” she spat on her way out the door.

  She was right. I was turning into a fucking head case. The club was always my number one priority, but since I’d met Jessica, it had become an afterthought. I spent less time downstairs, and more time with her. The mountain of paper on my desk that hadn’t been done was proof of that.

  Pushing the papers away, I stood and snatched my jacket from the back of the chair. The last few days had been hell, and it was time I had a little surprise visit.

  The streets were slick with rain. The tires on my car slid when I took corners, going too fast for the weather.

  The doorman outside of Jessica’s building nodded to me as I passed. It was embarrassing to think, but I was actually getting excited to see her. An involuntary smile tugged at my mouth when I got on the elevator, but the minute the door opened to her top floor condo, the smile slipped from my face.

  Jessica was sitting on the floor next to the elevator, crying. Her eyes were red and swollen as she swiped at her running nose with a tissue.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  She looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak. Instead, a sob exploded from her pouty lips and she covered her face with her hands. Leaning down, I slipped my arms beneath her and picked her up from the floor. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face into my neck.

  I wasn’t one to stick around for tear-filled drama. Again, it was something different with her. Stepping into her room, I placed her on the edge of the bed. I plucked the pieces of wet hair from her face, as I kneeled in front of her.

  “Tell me what it is.”

  She sniffed. “It’s Kyle. He went to that program at the art institute an hour ago. He’s going to be gone most of the summer.”

  “I thought that’s what you wanted?” I asked confused.

  “It is, but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss him. I’ve taken care of him since he was practically a baby. I’m not sure how it’s going to be with him gone. He’s all I have.”

  The urge to tell her she had me was strong, but the forbidden words choked me when they got stuck in my throat.

  Instead, I fingered a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

  “Where’s the art institute located? Is it very far?”

  “It’s about five hours away, but he’s going to be staying there all summer instead of staying with me.”

  My smile returned. Even though she was crying and upset, I laughed. Her head popped up and she looked at me like I was nuts. I felt crazy. She was making me insane.

  “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” she asked angrily.

  “Yes. You realize he’s close enough for you to visit him, right?”

  She sniffed and used her tissue to wipe. With her red eyes and ratty hair she should have looked a mess, but it was the total opposite. She looked soft, and full of emotions I’d never understand. She looked real—alive. I envied her ability to feel so deeply for someone, but felt sorry for her at the same time. Feeling things for people meant having the ability to feel pain as well.

  “I know that. I’m just being dramatic. I’m a woman, I’m allowed.”

  She smiled through her tears and as cliché as it sounds, I lost my breath. It was like a punch to the lungs—an exhale of the man I thought I was and a rebirth of some new person who felt things for the woman in front of him.

  Using my thumb, I captured a stray tear as it melted down her cheek.

  “Thanks for being here, Sebastian,” she whispered with her head down.

  Lifting her face to meet mine again, I grinned at her. “I don’t usually stick around for a woman’s tears. I think I’ve earned something. What are you going to give me?”

  She visibly swallowed and her eyes widened. “What do you want?”

  Already I was thinking of the different positions I wanted to put her in. What position could get me deeper inside her perfect little pussy, but I knew I had to take it slow.

  Tilting her head up higher, I took my time, skimming her lips with mine and feeling their warmth. I continued to do that until the moment I knew she wanted me to kiss her. She exhaled and closed her eyes and that was all the invite I needed.

  I nibbled at her lips before pressing mine to hers tightly. A sweet noise rushed past her lips and vibrated my mouth. I kissed her deep, tasting her on my tongue and memorizing the moment for later days.

  Her fingers worked their way into the hair at the back of my neck as she formed her body to mine. She fit as if she was made for me. It was the second time I’d ever kissed a woman without the intention of fucking her. Both times being with her.

  She broke the kiss and smiled back at me. Capturing my cheek with her soft palm, I lost myself in her green orbs. “You’re amazing, Sebastian,” she whispered.

  And then, I saw it. The thing which told me my time with one of my ladies was up—the thing that usually sent me running for the hills. It was in her eyes, the way she stared at me with an awestruck expression. She was falling for me. She’d broken one of my sacred rules.

  The strangest things happened in that very moment. First, I had absolutely no desire to run from her. If anything, I wanted to bathe in her expression and celebrate her feelings for me. And second, I almost asked her what her real name was. I wanted to know her, who she was, what she liked. But worst of all, I wanted to keep her.

  Instead, I pulled back, like her words were a slap to the face. Her brows pinched in confusion. I stood, smoothing the wrinkles from my pants.

  “Our time here is up.”

  I wanted to say more—anything that would hurt her and change her opinion of me. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. I’d only had a taste of what she had to offer sexually, and now there were these forbidden feelings bouncing around that I didn’t understand.

  Instead of pushing and saying hurtful things, I turned and left her sitting on her bed with a confused expression.

  I had some thinking to do. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on with me and I needed to fix it fast. Sebastian Black didn’t get pussy-whipped, especially before he had the pussy.

  Fuck me. Was that even possible?

  AS SOON AS I GOT back to my office, I pulled my book out and flipped through the names. I knew exactly what I needed.

  Wilma and Betty.

  They were sure to take my mind off of the crazy bullshit currently taking over my life. I could already hear their moans and feel them wrapped around my hard cock.

  I pulled out my phone and sent them a text, instructing them to meet in our usual room. As quickly as I stepped into my office, I stepped out.

  The ride to the hotel was a blur. I drove on autopilot.

  “Hello, Mr. Black,” the front desk clerk said, smiling as he held out my room card.

  I nodded. I didn’t have time to chat with anyone. My cock was on a mission. I needed disconnected sex—no feelings, no bullshit.

  When I stepped into the room, the girls had already started without me. Both were naked and making out on the bed. Peeling my jacket off, I undid my tie and stepped to the side of the bed. Wilma turned her attention to me, and began to unbutton my pants. She looked up at me with a seductive smile, pulling my pants and boxers down around my hips.

  I was limp.

  “What do we have here? This is unacceptable,” she cooed.

  Wrapping an experienced hand around my cock, she began to work it. I closed my eyes and tried to just be in the moment, but all I saw
was fiery hair and green eyes. I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my mind. No matter how many times I pushed her away, she kept coming back.

  “Come on, Sebastian. Give us what we want,” Betty said, licking her lips as she leaned down and took Wilma’s nipple in her mouth.

  Absolutely nothing was happening downstairs. My balls were tight and ached for release. I wanted to fuck so bad I couldn’t stand it, but I wasn’t able to get hard.

  I smacked Wilma’s hand away and gripped myself. I began to stroke with a mission. I had a point to prove, and if that meant I had to pump my own dick until it chaffed I’d fucking do it.

  Ten minutes later, even with an expert hand and a view of Wilma tongue-fucking Betty, there was nothing.

  “I’m sorry girls. Today’s not the day.”

  They continued as I dressed and left the room. I closed the door on Betty’s moans.

  There was no denying it. Jessica was changing me somehow. It was new, and I hated it, but there was nothing I could do. I was officially fucked.

  She needed to go.

  I STOOD AND WATCHED THROUGH the wall of windows as the day turned into night. After my visit with Sebastian, things felt wrong. It’d been days, and he still hadn’t contacted me. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend. I had no right to even think about him, unless he called.

  I was already an emotional mess over Kyle leaving for a few weeks, but Sebastian Black was the most confusing man on earth. Every time I felt like I was seeing the real him, he would shut me out.

  One thing was for sure, I really liked the real him—like really, really liked him. I’d never felt that way about anyone, and definitely not anyone who was like Sebastian. I wasn’t sure how to respond to my feelings. I wasn’t sure how to respond to anything involving him.

  The one thing I did know, I didn’t want to go another week without seeing him. Something told me he was on the verge of getting rid of me, and I wasn’t sure I wanted that anymore. Not because of the money, but because I wanted him.

  I spent day after day putting in applications and looking for places that were hiring. If Sebastian was done with me, I needed a back-up plan. I’d walk and fill out applications until my feet and fingers burned, and then I’d go back to the condo and soak until I was tired.

  When I felt lonely, I’d touched myself and imagine it was him. I’d given myself orgasm after orgasm thinking about him, and I was done doing myself. I wanted Sebastian—around me, in me… in all ways possible.

  I spent extra time in the shower, making sure to shave everything to perfection, and then I pulled out the only sexy bra and panties I owned. They were simple black lace, but anything was better than white cotton.

  My body felt different beneath my fingers when I dressed myself in a black summer dress. It was short and I wasn’t ever going to be able to bend over, but it was the only thing I owned that was even remotely sexy.

  I felt fuller in my thighs—more womanly. Already I was turned on, just thinking about how brazen I was going to be. I wasn’t the kind of woman who did crazy things, but I’d already decided I was going to do it. No one was going to hold me back anymore—not even me.

  THE BARTENDERS SMILED AT ME when I walked by like they knew what I was there for. I was scared I’d run into Trish, so I moved quickly. My cheeks burned as I slid across the club and up the stairs to Sebastian’s office. I held my hand up to tap on the door, but decided against it. I wanted to surprise him, or in the very least, act confident.

  I grabbed the knob and pushed the door open, prepared to see him sitting at his desk, but he wasn’t there. The office was dark, except for one light on his desk. Of course, it was my luck I’d get up the nerve to approach him for sex, and he wouldn’t be there.

  I stepped into his office, closing the door behind me, and went to his desk. Memories of how he’d licked and sucked me assailed my brain and I could feel myself getting wet for him again. Running my fingers over the smooth desktop, I leaned forward until I felt the hard wood against my chest.

  I ran my hands down my body enjoying the feel of my palms through the thin cotton dress, and when I reached the apex of my thighs, I pushed in with my fingers.

  It was insane to go into a man’s office and masturbate to his memory, but I was feeling exceptionally crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about him or the way he’d made me feel. Plus, if he walked in, he’d definitely get a good view.

  A sigh slipped from my lips when my fingers met my damp panties. I rubbed, enjoying the abrasive feel of the lace against my clit. I let my head lay on the desk and rolled my hips, grinding on my own hand. I’d become good at getting myself off. It wasn’t going to take much and I’d be soaking my panties. Maybe I’d even do something really crazy and leave them on his desk when I was done.

  “Oh yes,” I moaned when I felt the liquid heat gather at my cusp.

  “Do you always barge into offices to masturbate?” Sebastian’s voice broke through my sexual haze.

  I gasped, dropping my hands from my body, and spinning around to find him lounging on the couch in his office. He took a sip from his glass and ice clinked as he moved it.

  “Should I call the police and report this incident?” he asked with a straight face, setting his glass on the side table.

  Judging by the obvious bulge in his pants, he’d been watching me the whole time.

  “I have been bad, sir. But maybe you should do the punishing yourself?”

  His eyes lit up with a hint of a smile and I was happy I had pleased him.

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “Sit on my desk and spread your legs,” he demanded.

  It was that very moment my nerves set in. A hot blush crept up my back and melted into my neck and cheeks. Instead of doing as he asked, I stood there and stared back at him like a lost puppy.

  “I said… sit your plump ass on my fucking desk and spread those creamy thighs. Wide.”

  His blunt nature was shocking, but I liked it—I’d gotten used to it. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slowly sat on the edge of his desk and spread my legs. Knowing he was watching me somehow made the actions a turn-on.

  “Your panties are so wet,” he groaned. “You like touching yourself, don’t you?”

  I nodded and reached down, letting my fingers roam across my lace-covered, swollen bud. I laid back, enjoying my ministrations. My breathing became fast and short.

  “I can’t help but touch myself when I think of that tight, virgin pussy.”

  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 watchin
g 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.