gorgeous designer outfits all sized to
fit me just right. Still, the closets aren’t even half-full.
I go to the far wall
and open a drawer of lacy lingerie. Vaughn didn’t mention
underwear, but I pick out a new set of daring black lace bra and
panties: cut high on my thigh with criss-crossing ribbons over the
bust like I’m all tied up in ropes. I roll on the stockings, and
fasten the garter belt around my waist, then I reach for the red
dress.
I pause, thinking.
Vaughn was clear about his instructions, but it would be fun to shock
him.
Make him punish me.
Rebellion crackles, a
naughty charge. Instead of putting on the dress, I reach for my new
Burberry trench-coat instead. I pull it on, shivering at the feel of
the silk lining against my bare skin. I wrap it around me, fastening
the belt. There. Nobody could tell I’m almost naked under here, but
I can’t wait to see Vaughn’s face when I peel it off and he
realizes the truth.
I finish my makeup,
carefully applying the bright red lipstick. I meet my eyes in the
mirror and have to smile. I remember getting dressed for my first
evening with Vaughn. I was so innocent back then, I felt adventurous
just putting on this lipstick. Now, I’m going out to meet him in
black lingerie, already imagining how my red lips will look sliding
down the thick, hard shaft of his cock.
I tremble in
anticipation. I wonder what he’s got planned tonight; he’s been
so mysterious. Whatever it is, I know I’m in for the ride of my
life.
* * *
Vaughn sends my driver
to meet me up at my door, so I’m not alone for a single moment as
we head across the city. The car pulls up at an office building in
Tribeca, and the driver accompanies me up to a door on the twelfth
floor. “Enjoy your evening, miss.” He tips his cap and takes the
elevator back downstairs.
I take a deep breath
and knock.
“Come in.” Vaughn’s
voice calls, and I shiver all over again.
It’s his ‘I’m the
boss’ voice, the one that means he’s in charge tonight.
Yes .
I open the door and
step inside, pausing a moment to look around. It’s an empty office
suite, with brand-new carpet and bright lights turned all the way on.
The space is on the corner of the building, and two of the walls are
made almost entirely of glass, looking out at the other downtown
buildings.
Vaughn stands at the
windows, the corner where the two angles meet. Beside him is the one
piece of furniture in the room: a low leather bench.
My heart thuds with
anticipation. What has he got planned for me tonight?
“Hi.” I close the
door behind me and go over to him, reaching up to kiss his lips.
Vaughn barely responds before he steps away. He looks down at me with
that thrilling power in his eyes.
“Is this one of the
company offices?” I ask, getting nervous and excited. “Are we
allowed to be here?”
“I made
arrangements,” Vaughn says cryptically. “What do you think of the
view?”
“It’s great.” I
turn to the windows. We’re not so high that we’re towering over
everything. Instead, we’re buried right in the heart of the city.
There are other tall buildings all around us, close enough to see
clearly inside. I can see workers staying late at their desks, people
walking around in their apartments, even a gym in a building directly
across from us: a line of people staring out of the window as they
run on treadmills. If I raised my hand to wave at them, they would
all probably wave back.
I turn to Vaughn. “What
is this place?” I ask, still confused.
“This is where I’m
going to fuck you,” he replies casually, reaching to loosen his
tie.
My heart leaps. I look
around. “But everyone will see!”
“Exactly.” Vaughn
smiles at me, wicked. “Just like your dream, baby. I’m going to
do unspeakable things to your body, right here at the window in front
of all those people. We’re too far for them to recognize our faces,
but they’ll see everything, all the ways I’m going to fuck you
senseless.
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