A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) (34 page)

In a black sweater dress with 3" gladiator heels, my hair in a loose bun, and wearing my favorite Dior sunglasses, I think I look the part for this adventure when Cain and I get in the elevator.  In the parking garage, he asks me what car I want to take, and my eye is drawn to the one vehicle in the Ballantyne spaces that isn't entirely black.  It's a Bugatti Veyron, which I've never heard of, but it is a truly impressive vehicle.  It's two tone - black and a nearly black blue, and though blue has always been one of my least favorite colors, this shade is so deep and cold...it's seductive.

"We can take it tomorrow night if you like," Cain says.

"Can we take it today instead?" I ask.  "I don't like what I think it would say about me if we show up in this car tomorrow."

"As you wish," Cain says, amused by my logic.

"How about that one?" I ask, indicating a black sedan.

"Sure.  We can take the Maybach."

"How many of these are yours?"  I haven't counted how many Ballantyne spaces are here, but based on the location of the Bugatti, there are more than I had originally guessed.

"Um...the Jaguar makes...thirteen," Cain says.

"Hmmm..."  I don't know what else to say.

"I would love to show off my toys, but it will probably bore you unless you want to drive them."' 

"You'd let me?"

"Of course I'd let you.  Can you drive a stick?"

"I prefer it."  I have always preferred it.  My Honda was an automatic because it was the most economical decision at the time.

"Well, Miss Lucien.  I look forward to seeing your skills," he says as he pins me against the Bugatti's driver's side and kisses me.

"You're going to have to wait," I say,  backing him up.  "I need you to drive today."

"Okay..."  He says warily, and I give him my best
you'll see
look.

Since it's such a beautiful day outside, we decide to take the convertible Aston Martin V12 Vantage Roadster, but I tell him not to put the top down just yet.  We exit the garage, and by the time he pulls us into the sparse interstate traffic on the 5 North from First Street, I've worked up the courage to do what I had in mind when I insisted he drive.

Sliding toward the center, I slowly walk my fingers like a sauntering spider over the console and up Cain's thigh to my prey.  When he gives me a curious look, I pull back, afraid he doesn't think it's a good idea, but he grabs my hand and puts it back on his crotch, pressing down to show me that just the slight promise has him straining against his zipper.  Pleased, I unzip his jeans, and as my favorite toy tries to push his way out, I take the wheel so Cain can release him.  As he lifts up, his foot accidentally presses down on the gas, and the car lurches forward, making us laugh.

"Don't let this distract you from driving safely."

"Yes, Domina," he says without a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and finally hearing him say it like that gives me a flash of desire that I feel from my tongue to my toes.  With his eyes glued to the road and his cock at attention, I lean over the console and take the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I run the smooth backs of my fingernails over the shaft.  I tease him as we drive up the 5 at 75mph, and when I feel the car slow down as he gets off the exit, there's an urgency in his voice.

"I shouldn't drive through the narrow streets toward the cove with you doing that," he hints.

"Then I should stop."

"Oh, please don't stop," he begs, and as he says it, I intensify my attack, gripping him tightly with my right hand and twisting it as it matches the movement of my mouth's in and out, my tongue darting rapidly along the underside.  I quickly feel him begin to tighten like he does when he's about to come, and that's when I stop, squeezing the base of his cock with one hand just to make sure he doesn't.

"Uhhh," Cain protests.

"I'm not finished with you yet," I say.  "Drive." 

Having resisted the urge to press the emergency stop button and fuck him in the filthy, public, parking garage elevator, I walk through the quaint streets of La Jolla with Cain to a small shop I've never noticed before.  It's not flashy or even well advertised on its own door.  There's just the word "Entrance".

Inside, the sales associate greets us, so impeccably dressed I feel like she should be on the buying side and I should be the sales girl, but I'm the one with Cain Ballantyne, which apparently means something here.  Addressing him by name, she hurries from behind the register.

"So nice to see you again," she says, and I shoot Cain a curious look.

"I like to watch women try on clothing," he whispers.

"Pervert," I mutter back.

Cain introduces me to Miss Pierce, telling her I need a dress for tomorrow night, and she looks me over for a long, uncomfortable moment.

"Size six?" she asks, and I nod.

"She prefers black," Cain says.

"I have several dresses I think will do.  How do you feel about burgundy, pewter, and forest green?" 

"I don't care for burgundy or green.  Do you have anything in midnight blue?" I ask, thinking about that seductive blue of the Bugatti.  There's something about that color, some sort of déjà vu I can't shake.

"Nothing in stock," she says as she throws several dresses over her arm and leads me to a spacious dressing room.

"Can I get you anything?" she asks.  "Champagne, wine, water?"

"No, thank you," I say, anxious for her to go away.

"I can stay if you need help with the zippers and snaps," she offers.

"I think I can handle that," Cain says, shooing her out with a stern look that stops her from protesting.  He shuts and locks the door behind her, and we're finally alone.

"She acts like it's the first time you've come in this dressing room," I say.

"Maybe it is."

"At least tell me it's the first time you've
come
in this dressing room," I whisper.

"It will be," he admits as I kneel down to finish what I started in the car.  His cock is instantly hard, but as much as I want to do this for him, the idea of Miss Pierce buzzing around outside the door makes me freeze every time I think I hear a noise.  This is not going to work unless I'm distracted, too.

"Fuck me," I command as I stand.

"I thought you'd never ask," Cain says, spinning me around to bend me over one of the arm chairs.  He yanks my panties off, grabs my hips, and thrusts into me hard and fast.  My legs tremble and my fingernails dig into the wood of the chair's arms as I brace myself, his magnificent cock carrying out its sole purpose with masterful skill until I'm right on the verge, and...
fuck!

"Miss Lucien?" Miss Pierce calls out, knocking on the door, and we freeze.  "How's the fit?"

"Fits like it was made for her," Cain calls back, his voice devilish, and the thrill of hearing him say that to her while his cock twitches inside me washes over me, a soft, unintended moan escaping my lips.  He puts his hand over my mouth as he resumes his rhythm, and as I draw one finger in, sucking it, flickering my tongue as I would if it were his cock, I feel him swell inside of me, his flesh tightening, intensifying my own need.  His hand slips from my mouth, and he grabs my tits through my dress, pulling me upright and biting my shoulders, fucking me so hard I have to cover my mouth with my own hand to keep the sound inside.

"Oh, God, Cain!  Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Fuuuck!" I murmur into my palm, and the tortured sound sets Cain off.  He pushes into me one final time, slamming my body against the wall, held back only by the chair at the knees as he falls atop me, breathing my name over and over.

"Fits like it was made for her, eh?" I ask.

"My cock was forged in your pussy, Evan," Cain says with an intense stare, my eyes flashing at the crude beauty of his words just before Pierce starts banging on the door again.

"Everything okay in there?"

"It's fine, thank you," I say, and both Cain and I snicker like children as we look around for something to clean up with.  With only the clothes on our backs and formal dresses, I sacrifice my panties.

"I won't be able to think about anything else knowing that you're walking beside me with no panties on," Cain says, slipping them into his front jeans pocket as I begin to hurriedly try on the dresses.

None the black ones work, leaving me with only a the pewter, satin gown.  Reluctantly, I allow Cain to put it on me, and when I turn in the mirror, I'm blown away by how the color suits me.  With a built-in push up bra, wide straps crisscross each other in the front to form a tear drop cutout beneath a mock turtle neck, and the dress hangs straight to the ankle, split up to the right knee.  The entire back is open, plunging low, but aside from being a little loose, this style was designed for my body type.

"You look elegant," Cain says, gripping the fabric at my shoulder blades with both hands to force the bodice to tighten.  "I'll get Pierce to pin it so they can take it in."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the back."

"This dress is what I want to see on you tomorrow evening and what I want to take off you tomorrow night," he as his eyes catch mine in the mirror.

"Okay," I acquiesce, biting my lip shyly.

"Miss Pierce," he calls out, and I'm annoyed when her response comes right from the other side of the door.  She tells him this dress is not one-of-a-kind, and though he's not happy about that, she promises to hold the others until Sunday.

"I didn't think her chest could fill out the six," I hear her say as she walks away.

"Well, then!" I hiss with a snooty look, making Cain laugh at me, and when Miss Pierce returns with the dress, as Cain steps out to speak with her, I notice my panties sticking out of his jeans pocket.  Trying to grab them quickly, I drop them, and while I listen to Pierce explain that only three dresses of this design were made, I realize that now there are only two as I pick my panties up and notice a dark spot on the hem of the size six.  It's still wet.

Fuck me! 
I think taking the dress off to examine the damage as Cain comes back in.

"Look!" I hiss, keeping my voice too low for Miss Thinks-My-Tits-Are-Too-Small to overhear.

"What is it?" Cain asks, and when I give him the panties, he laughs.  I smack him on the hand and explain how they got there, but he only laughs harder.  It is pretty funny, but $5,000 funny? 

"Does it stain?"

"Come?  Yes, it stains." 

"I have hand sanitizer in my purse.  Do you think..." 

"Don't worry about it."

"If I just take the six, will there be time to have it taken in before tomorrow?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Evan.  If the four fits better, we'll take it, and I'll call the owner on Monday and pay for the stained one."

"Why Monday?"

"Because Miss Pierce works on commission, and I don't care for what she said about my tits."

"Your tits?"

"My tits," he says as he comes toward me, holding out the size four for me to step into, and it fits like it was tailor made for me.

"Are you sure it isn't too sexy?" I ask, looking at my back in the mirror.

"There's no such thing," he says, and I give him an impatient look.  "Baby, the sole function in life of these bitches is having surgery to look like plastic dolls, and they like to flaunt it.  You'll look like a schoolmarm by comparison."

"If I don't, a ruler across your knuckles will only be the beginning of your punishment," I threaten.

"I look forward to it," he says.  "If..."

"You think I can't say those words?"

"I know it."

"I can say
p...ussy
," I struggle but manage to force it out, my voice small and soft.

"It's more than just the word, Evan," he says, amused with my discomfort.

"Fuck you, Cain!"

"Fuck  you, Master Cain," he says.

"I don't have to call you that until you get me in the dungeon," I snipe.

"Then hurry up and clothe yourself, wench," he says, slapping my ass.

He takes the gown to Pierce while I get dressed, and I hide the dress with the wet spot in the middle of the others, hoping she won't notice.  It's a tremendous relief to me when we walk out of there free and clear.