I watch Sean pack silently. I know he is still angry about last night, and I'm pretty amazed all I got was 5 minutes in the corner. For some reason that made me feel guilty.
"What is it?" He asks turning to me.
"Can you find someone else to watch me?" I mutter chewing the inside of my cheek.
"No. Walk me out please." He chuckles throwing his bags over his shoulder. I walk him to the door wearing a frown.
"I will see you Sunday. Love you Little one." He murmurs into my hair. Do I love you? I dismiss the thought.
"See you Sunday." I whisper as he walks out the door. I watch him drive away giving a small wave.
"Morning Kat." Jacob calls making me jump, "Hungry?"
"Nope." I say slamming the door. I turn to leave only to bump into his chest.
"I don't know what Sean takes from you, but I don't take shit. Get it?" He growls looking me in the eyes. His words chilled my skin. I always assumed Jacob didn't have anything but a sweet side. I was most defiantly wrong.
"Yes." I mutter squeezing my thighs together.
"Yes what?" His stare is cold.
"Yes Sir." I say louder squeezing my thighs tighter.
"Now, let's go have a look at your wardrobe." He says smiling.
"May I ask why?" I pout crossing my arms. Bad move Kathryn.
"Because I said so..." He spits holding my face in between his thumb and index finger.
"Yes...Sir." I gasp turning to lead him to the room. This is too fucking coincidental to be true. Right when Sean and I start losing our spark the ex-love of my life shows up.
When we get to the room I lead him to my closet in which he immediately starts pulling out clothes and throwing them in a pile. His phone pings, and he glances over it smiling briefly. He sets on the shelf and continues looking over the clothes.
"Who bought you this?" He asks holding up a brown turtle neck face twisted with disbelief.
"Sean did!" I exclaim offended. It was hideous, but it was the first gift he gave me.
"Yuck, yea in the pile you go!" He laughs shooting me a smile, and again with the squeezing of the thighs. I steal secret glances at him tan skin peeking from under him shirt when he stretches to get stuff on the higher rack of clothes. I watch him sweep black hair out of his eyes as he looks over each article of clothing.
"Admiring the view?" He asks playfully winking at me.
"W- what?" I stutter looking at my feet. I feel my cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.
"I am messing with you..." He mutters throwing a purple long sleeve into the pile.
"What are you doing with my clothes?" I blurt out. I study his expression to see how he feels about outburst.
"Don't question me, but I am picking out the things you will not be wearing while I am here." He says simply clicking his tongue.
"Sean lets me wear what I want." I blurt out again testing him.
"Well Kathryn I don't." He sighs walking over to me, "I know what you are doing, and I'm telling you to stop." I look at him innocently as if I have no clue what he is talking about.
"What?" I ask sweetly.
"I really don't want to spank you on the first day here... then again I do." He whispers in my ear coldly.
"Sorry Sir." I say quickly looking at the pile of clothes.
"You may wear the ones on the rack and nothing else. You may wear panties but no bra." He orders picking up the pile of clothes, "I'm putting these... somewhere where I don't have to see them. Get ready for the day and be ready to go in 20 minutes. Please."
Please? He walks out of the room closing the door behind him. I pull the thin night gown over my head watching myself in the process. I fall onto the unmade bed closing my eyes. My panties are soaked, and I can't help myself. My hand roams down my belly and towards my sex, and then skipping over it into my inner thighs. My other hand is rubbing at my breast. I know I shouldn't, but all I can think of is Jacob's warm breath at my ear spiting orders...
"I forgot my phone!" Jacob announces walking through the door. I of course was caught in the act. He narrows his eyes crossing his arms.
"I- I can explain." I choke watching his expression. He looks mad, but how would I know.
"Tsk tsk. What are we going to do about this?" He asks rhetorically.
"Please Sir." I beg looking at the grin forming on his face.
"We will handle it later. I'm feeling generous." He sighs dramatically, "Now get dressed. This time resist touch yourself. You have 10 minutes and no more than that."
He grabs his phone and walks out of the room. I rush into the closet looking over the clothes I have left. I pick out a pink zip up—that I didn't even know I had—and a pair of black shorts. I look at myself and frown. This will have to do. I scoop my hair into a pony tail, and slip on a pair of black flip flops. Why do I care what I look like anyway? It's only Jacob... I rush into the bathroom quickly putting on a dash of makeup.
