Flinging the money into the front seat I jumped out of the car, the hem of my dress ripping up the back in my haste. Mortification ate at me as I struggled to keep my modesty intact in front of the driver. He leered at me as I fought to hold the skirt in place. David still had my panties. If I flashed the driver he would get a full and complete view of my ass.
Draping my coat around my lower half, I shuffled into the building and up the stairs to my apartment. Making it inside the door I collapsed in a heap on the floor and began to cry. My sobs were loud and pitiful. Tears ran down my face and dripped onto my blouse. If I hadn’t seen Richard I might have felt a little differently.
He had only just left, so how could he have moved on so quickly? Did he really care so little for me that he would do that? Brushing my hand across my eyes it came away wet. How was I supposed to go to dinner with Ashcroft? He aroused me so much and I wanted him. But there was no way that he wanted me in the same way. Yes, I had felt his erection but every man would have an erection faced with a wet and willing woman bent over their desk.
Shame burned my face as I thought back on my behaviour. How could I have embarrassed myself so much? I should have controlled myself better. And then to give David my panties. What must he think of me?
I held my face in my hands. The sound of my intercom buzzing made me jump. Standing, I scrubbed the tears from my face and answered the insistent buzz.
“Package for a Miss C. Grant.” The man’s voice sounded fuzzy through the technology. I swallowed. It seemed Ashcroft wasn’t kidding when he said he would have my clothes messengered over.
“Come in.” My voice was brusque as I checked my face in the mirror. My skin was blotchy and flushed from my tears. I didn’t have time to think about it though. A knock on the door told me that the messenger was outside.
Opening the door I signed for the package and took it inside. The man didn’t give me a second glance. The moment he had my signature he was bounding down the stairs once more.
I carried the package into the bedroom and set it down. It was quite heavy, which surprised me. Opening the ribbons and lifting the lid from the black box I stared down in bewilderment at the contents. There was no way I would wear this. It wasn’t in the least bit suitable.
A red lace corset sat on the top of the box. A smaller box contained a pair of black boots in my size. How did he know? Beneath it I discovered a long leather skirt in black. The skirt had the longest slit I had ever seen running up the length of it. It would leave nothing to the imagination I realised. A note lay at the bottom of the box. It was scrawled neatly in Ashcroft’s handwriting and I recognised it immediately.
“No panties.”
I blushed as I realised just what the skirt would reveal if I didn’t wear any knickers. Shaking my head I undressed and headed into the shower. I would need all the hours between now and seven to prepare.
CHAPTER TWO
Ten to seven and I sat on the edge of my bed in a silk robe. I couldn’t go through with it. I had tried to get the corset on but I couldn’t reach the lacing on the back to tie it up. It was pointless, I wasn’t cut out for this type of thing. Anyway, the corset had no sleeves and there was no way that I was going out with my arms exposed.
I hugged myself with one arm as I picked up the wine glass and gulped down the remnants of the alcohol. My first glass had turned into a second and now I was feeling a little unsteady.
The intercom buzzed and panic started to flutter around in my tummy. How could it be time already? It wasn’t possible. I carried the glass with me out into the hall and pressed the intercom button.
“Let me in.” Ashcroft’s voice was sex personified. It whispered over my skin and caused my nipples to harden. My sex grew wet at the command in his voice and I was unable to disobey him.
Without a word I pressed the button and unlocked the door. A few moments passed and my nerves grew to an almost unbearable level. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room. His face was unreadable as he took in my state of undress. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on seemed to rise from his skin.
“You’re not ready...”
The question hung in the air between us. The alcohol burned in my blood and it made me bold.
“I’m not going.” I lifted my chin defiantly and stared him straight in the eye.
“You’re not coming or you couldn’t do up the corset?” His lips quirked almost imperceptibly.
“I couldn’t close it. But that’s not the point... I’m not that type of woman.”
He moved towards me and crushed me against the wall, his body holding me easily in place. He pushed one knee between my legs and pressed my hands above my head. The glass I was holding dropped to the floor and shattered. He held my wrists with one hand whilst the other loosened the robe.
Excitement curled in my stomach as his blue eyes drank in the sight of my half naked body. He dipped his head to my neck and bit me softly.
“You’re not what sort of woman?”
My only response was a moan. His lips nibbled upwards to the edge of my earlobe. His tongue flicked against the sensitive little piece of skin before he moved back down the column of my neck once more. Reaching the tops of my bra-covered breasts he ran his tongue along the edge of the lace.
Releasing my arms he used his hands to rip the lace bra apart. My breasts spilled out into his hands and he squeezed and pinched the nipples to life. I moaned and wrapped my hands around his neck.
David’s mouth dipped down to suckle and lap at each nipple in turn. I arched up towards him, allowing him better access to my sensitive body. I burned with desire for him. My core dripped with need and I wanted to feel him bury his cock inside me.
“Tell me, Carrie, tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not that sort of woman.” His words sent shivers of desire trembling across my body. I wanted this, I wanted him.
He released me and tugged me down the hall to my bedroom. He pulled the robe from my shoulders and left it discarded on the hall floor. My mind whirled as he pushed the items of clothing from the bed before throwing me down on top of the covers. He unbuckled his trousers and slid them off in one fluid motion. I watched as he pulled off his jacket and threw it onto the pile of clothes that covered the floor. His shirt quickly followed.
I attempted to cover my body with my hands. A growl dribbled out from between Ashcroft’s lips as he towered over me. His cock stood tall and proud away from his body. I had never slept with a man who had such a large cock before. My sex became slick as I thought of what it would feel like to have that enter me.