Little Black Box Set (The Black Trilogy)

by Tabatha Vargo

  Every day.

  Every night.

  Only for her.

  She lifted her bare arms, twisting her hair to the top of her head, and my eyes followed the long line of her spine. Little wisps of red fell from her twist, landing softly on her slender neck. She pulled pins from her mouth and pushed them through her hair in what were probably strategic positions to her.

  My eyes moved down the curve of her neck, down the dip of her chest. I memorized each breath she took—the slow, measured in and outs—like waves of sensuality rushing over me. Her flushed skin looked pink beneath the lighting, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, her green eyes glittered.

  She had already put on a bra, so I wasn’t able to see the pink tips of her nipples, but I could see they were hard and pressing against the lace containing them. I knew exactly how they felt against my tongue—exactly how they tasted. My mouth watered and my jaws ached with how badly I craved her.

  When she placed the last pin in the flames of her red hair, her slender arms dropped and she studied herself in the mirror.

  She was stunning.

  She was classic perfection, exotic in her own right, soft and gentle, and best of all … she was mine. My appetite for her never went away. It was always there, burning just beneath the surface until I couldn’t think about anything but being wrapped inside her.

  She held my attention and my cock thickened as she slowly and methodically moved her palms over her flesh. Her hands moved over her slim waist and down onto her hips before her fingertips lingered over the black lace that trimmed her thigh-highs. Slipping her fingers beneath her garters, she tugged to adjust them, pulling the edge of her lacy panties down a bit.

  I wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing to me until her hands disappeared between her creamy thighs and she began to run her nails over the lacy fabric that hid what I knew was the sweetest part of her body.

  My blood boiled.

  My eyes found hers in the vanity mirror in front of her and a sultry smile lifted her glossy lips.

  “See anything you like, Mr. Black?”

  She’d been teasing me—tempting me—making me a slave to her sweet seduction. She’d grown so much in her sexuality since the first time I’d laid eyes on her. I’d like to think I was responsible for her newfound knowledge of seduction, but I knew deep down that she was a natural. It was there in her everyday life. Simple things like the way she ate her lunch or the way she used a pen—her sex appeal was intoxicating.

  “A dangerous game you’ve started, Rosslyn.”

  Tilting her head, she lifted a suggestive brow. “That’s Mrs. Black to you.”

  I swallowed the thickness in my throat. Hearing her refer to herself as Mrs. Black was a high I wasn’t prepared for.

  The bed squeaked when I stood and went to stand behind her. Her skin warmed my roughened fingertips when I traced a path from her shoulder down to her elbow. I silently celebrated when a set of goosebumps chased my finger.

  “That mouth of yours.” I shook my head as if I was disappointed.

  “What about it?” She backed into me, her ass pressing into my slacks and making my cock go even harder.

  “It needs to be tamed.” I captured her chin and forced her head back giving myself the perfect view of her lean body from the neck down in the mirror.

  She liked it.

  No.

  She loved it.

  She trusted me enough to know that I’d die before I hurt her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate a good manhandling on occasion.

  She was into it.

  I could see the excitement in her eyes and the quickening of her breaths.

  “And how will you go about taming my mouth?”

  I contained the grin that begged the side of my mouth. She was so playful.

  I fucking loved it.

  “I suppose I could always stuff something in it.”

  My balls tightened just thinking about her mouth wrapped around my cock. Her glossy red lipstick smeared all over my shaft as I pumped into her mouth until I sprayed the back of her throat.

  “True. That’s always an option.” She grinned. “Of course, the question still remains of what you’d stuff in my mouth. It needs to be something that fills it completely. Think you can find something that meets that description?”

  Minx.

  She was such a smartass.

  Running my fingers up the back of her hairline, I tugged at her hair. I knew it was going mess up her pinned hairstyle, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “I think I have just the thing. It’s thick and hard, and it’s sure to tame that smart mouth of yours.”

  She hissed as I tugged again then pressed wet kisses down the side of her neck. When I felt her back begin to melt into my front, I bit her shoulder, making her jump and grind her teeth together in pleasured pain.

  “Then do it.” She moved to turn and face me, but I held her in place.

  “Not so fast. Filling your mouth doesn’t feel like enough punishment. I think you deserve much worse.”

  “Oh, really? What exactly are you punishing me for? Other than my smart mouth, of course.”

  My hands moved down her sides, and when I reached her panties, I let my fingers skim the inside of the lace. The rough texture next to her soft skin was erotic.

  “Well, for one, I have to wear this suit for you tonight. You know how much I hate wearing these monkey suits.”

  Her grin deepened. “That is terrible. Although it’s a crime considering how sexy you look in that monkey suit.”

  “Still,” I said as I began to push her panties down over her hips, exposing her round ass to my palms. “It’s a major inconvenience to my comfort. For that, you should be punished.”

  “You’re right. How dare I make you uncomfortable?” She rolled her hips, forcing her naked ass into me. “Do your worst,” she challenged.

  “You think you can handle my worst?”

  I walked her forward until her thighs were brushing the vanity top.

  Her eyes met mine in the mirror in front of us, and she nodded. “Absolutely,” she said, breathlessly.

  The back of her earring dug into my tongue when I sucked her earlobe. “We’ll see about that.”

  Pressing my palm to the center of her back, I flattened her chest to the vanity top. Her creamy ass cheeks were unflawed, prompting me to palm one and squeeze it before I gave it a good smack.

  She tensed beneath me and hissed.

  “Stop prolonging this and fuck me, Sebastian.”

  Rosslyn rarely used vulgar language, which made it all the more sinful. Her words pushed me over the edge. I unbuttoned my slacks and shoved them down over my hips. My cock popped out, the tip glistening and ready.

  Using my knee, I spread her thighs before reaching down and pushing two fingers into her soaking center.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Fuck. You’re so ready for me, baby.”

  Pulling my fingers from her body, I sucked her sweetness from them with closed eyes. Her sweet flavor rolled over my tongue sending my senses into high gear.

  Without waiting for another second, I lined the tip of my cock up with her center and thrust myself into her heat. My balls tightened at the sudden spike of pleasure.

  “Your pussy is perfect. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you feel?”

  She backed onto my shaft when I pulled out, her body begging to be fucked, and I gave her exactly what she deserved. I thrust so hard and fast that I became dizzy. Instead of closing my eyes, I kept them pinned on her reflection, taking in the pleasure on her face and enhancing my own.

  She closed her eyes and rested the side of her face against the counter, but I wouldn’t go for that. I needed her eyes on me. I needed to see how good I was making her feel.

  Reaching forward, I tugged at her hair and forced her face up.

  “Look at yourself. Look how sexy you are when you take my cock like a good girl.”

  Her eyes s
kimmed over our reflection and her mouth fell open. She was close to coming. I could feel it in the tightening around my cock and the tenseness of her spine.

  “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Drown me, baby. Cover me in it.” I pounded into her hard and faster. Perfume bottles shook and lipstick tubes fell over and rolled to the floor. “I want to wear you all night—walk around with your scent on my skin.”

  And then she broke.

  Her cries echoed in the room around us, bouncing off the expensive marble and playing a melody I’d learned to love more than anything. Her body tightened around me so hard I thought for sure she’d break me.

  It was rough.

  It was fast.

  And it was fucking hot.

  “I’m going to come. Fuck. I’m going to come deep in your pussy.”

  She pulled me over the edge with her, my body tensing with a shocking release that stole my breath.

  Afterward, I folded over her body and let go. A thin layer of sweat coated her flushed skin making any exposed skin of mine slide across her.

  “Oh, my God, that was amazing,” she breathed. “I’d say I’ve been thoroughly punished.” She was panting as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Well, you took your punishment beautifully,” I responded.

  She giggled and it shook my chest.

  Finally, once I caught my breath, I peeled my body from hers and righted my clothes.

  “We’re going to be late.”

  She was trying to salvage what she could of her hair, but all I could do was think about bending her over the vanity for a second time.

  “Do you expect me to care considering the reason we’re going to be late?”

  I leaned over, my lips finding the curve of her neck. She laughed and her fingers combed through my hair. When her fingers tightened into a fist and pulled, I growled, biting her soft flesh without leaving a mark.

  “Sebastian!” She laughed, pushing me away so she could freshen up. “I’m getting dressed and we’re leaving in ten,” she called, disappearing into the walk-in closet.

  Movement inside the closet sounded as I leaned against the vanity with a relaxed smile. It was good with Rosslyn. Always was.

  “Geez. I feel like I’ve spent the last hour riding a horse,” she muttered from inside the closet.

  I laughed.

  “Just call me Clydesdale, baby,” I called out.

  AFTER OUR BATHROOM QUICKIE, WE were in the car and on our way to what I knew would be a night full of rich fucks showing off their wealth. I hated expensive charity events for that reason. It didn’t make any sense to spend thousands of dollars to host an event when that money could go to the actual charity.

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” I griped, tugging on my too-tight tie.

  “Let me? Sorry to break it to you, Sebastian, but you don’t let me do anything.” She laughed. “What do you have against charity events anyway?”

  “It’s not the charity event I have a problem with. It’s the people at the charity event. Not to mention, the fact that I’ll spend the night surrounded by a bunch of strangers.”

  “It’ll be fun ... I heard a lot of celebs will be there tonight. I’m sure you’ll see a ton of familiar faces. Probably a few of your regulars from Clive’s.”

  “Great. Like I don’t already see enough of those people. That’s not my idea of fun. Fun would be fucking you all night and into the morning, Rosslyn.”

  I rolled my head against the headrest and turned to grin at her. She slid across the seat, closing the small gap between us, and ran her hand up and down my thigh.

  “Be a good sport about this party and that can still be a possibility, Mr. Black.”

  In one easy motion, I lifted her from the seat and onto my lap, fitting her against me. She gasped and her hands gripped the seat behind my head.

  “Sebastian, my dress.”

  “Your dress is fine,” I told her, lifting the fabric up around her waist.

  I nipped at her cleavage and her breathing came out in heavy pants.

  “My hair.”

  “You’re running out of excuses, baby.”

  And she had.

  Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to The Perth House, an old mansion now used to host special events. Martin opened the door and I got out, turning to help Rosslyn with her dress as she climbed out. Her eyes went wide as she straightened and took in the mansion behind us.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said in awe.

  “You’re beautiful.” I pulled her to me, kissing her cheek. “This is just overpriced intimidation.”

  She slipped her arm through mine with a small laugh. She couldn’t take her eyes off the building as we took the steps to the imposing front door. Two young men greeted us by name before pulling open the double doors and ushering us inside.

  Rosslyn’s breath caught and her fingers tightened on my arm. I covered her hand with mine and led her through the grand foyer. A red carpet rolled out from the front door to the entrance of the grand ballroom. Floor-to-ceiling columns lined the entire hallway and crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings like frozen grandeur.

  The place was beautiful and built to last. Its brick exterior housed expensive furnishings and massive rooms covered in white marble. Rosslyn’s eyes bounced from one surface to the next as she took in the magnificence of just the foyer.

  When we entered the ballroom, she stopped just inside the arched entrance, bringing me to a halt. I looked over at her, taking in her pale face and panicked expression.

  “What’s wrong?” I whispered, concerned.

  “I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t belong here, Sebastian. Let’s just go home.”

  I turned, standing in front of her and blocking her from the rest of the guests. My palms tingled when I cupped her cheeks in my hands.

  “First of all, breathe,” I told her. Slowly, she let out a shaky breath. “Second, what the hell do you mean you don’t belong here? Why wouldn’t you belong here?”

  “I thought I could pretend for one night that I fit in with these people, but I can’t. Let’s just go home.”

  She moved to turn, but I didn’t let her go. Pulling her off to the side, I gave her a few seconds to calm down.

  “That’s bullshit, and you know it, Rosslyn.”

  Taken aback, she looked up at me frowning. “What?”

  “It’s bullshit that you don’t think you belong here. You’re better than anyone here, including me.”

  She’d been watching the crowd circulate through the ballroom behind us. I wasn’t sure if she’d even heard a word I’d said, but I was going to make damn sure she heard me now.

  “Listen to me.” I lifted her chin so her eyes focused on mine. “If you want me to take you home, I’ll take you home. It should be clear now that I’ll do just about anything for you, including dressing up in this monkey suit and talking to people I don’t give a fuck about. But if I take you home, you’ll regret it. You’ll regret letting these people run you off and make you feel like you don’t belong. And I love you too much to let that happen.”

  She didn’t say anything at first. Her eyes moved back and forth, as she took in what I said. Finally, she blinked, and her rapid breathing slowed. She pushed herself up to the tip of her toes and her lips caught mine. I wanted to deepen the kiss, to devour her mouth with mine, but she was pulling away before I could.

  “Thank you, Sebastian.” She fit her hand along my cheek.

  “You’re welcome, my love.”

  Taking her hand in mine, I kissed the top of it before pulling it through my arm once again and covering her hand with mine.

  Thirty minutes into the party, I couldn’t exactly say I was having a horrible time. Rosslyn made it worth being there. She moved through the room and socialized as if she’d been doing it her whole life. She charmed her way through each and every conversation we partook in. They loved her, but it was kind of hard not to.

  While I l
oved that Rosslyn was having a good time and enjoying herself, I still would have rather been home, naked and tangled in her long legs. I wanted nothing more than to take her home, lock her away in our room, and lose myself in her for the rest of the night. Just thinking about it made my body go hard.

  I needed a drink—a hard one—to melt away my thoughts and keep me sane for the rest of the night. I excused myself from the conversation between Rosslyn and a woman whose name I couldn’t remember. It was just as well. I’d heard about all I could about how much stock her husband owned.

  Rosslyn smiled up at me before returning her attention to the woman. I made my way across the room to the open bar and ordered Rosslyn and myself a drink. She’d done so much talking already; I was sure she could use one. The bartender handed me the drinks a few minutes later, and I turned in search of Rosslyn.

  She was no longer in the spot I’d left her, and I immediately went into panic mode. As I searched, the crowd thinned and a flash of red caught my attention. Her hair shined under the chandeliers as I made my way across the room toward her. I felt foolish for freaking out the way I had, but I’d been on edge lately. She wasn’t far from where I’d left her, and as I got closer, I realized she wasn’t alone either.

  My eyes narrowed as I came up behind her and took in the person she was now in a conversation with. I would have much preferred the old, rich hag who spent all her time bragging. My fingers had wrapped a little too tightly around the glasses in my hands so I loosened my hold, afraid that the glass would shatter in my palms.

  He was the first to take notice of my presence, but if my interruption caught him off guard, he didn’t show it. Instead, he gave me a conniving grin as if he knew my present scowl was directed at his closeness to my fiancée.

  His reaction toward me caused Rosslyn to turn in my direction, and her face softened into a warm smile.

  “Is that for me?” she asked, pointing at one of the drinks in my hand.

  “Yes.” I didn’t take my eyes away from the man across from her.

  I wasn’t usually such a jealous asshole, but something about the man rubbed me the wrong way. From his blond hair to his polished Armani shoes, I didn’t like him.