“Every last item in those packages was hand-selected for you by my personal shopper.”

My subs only have the best. Red-bottomed shoes. Designer jeans. Red-carpet worthy party dresses. French-tailored suits for the office. Italian leather purses and belts. A collection of high-end cosmetics that would make a makeup artist jealous.

“These things, they’re too expensive for me,” she says. “I-I can’t take these. I can’t accept these…”

“You can and you will. Now stop blathering and come to my office. I’d much rather you show me how excited you are.” I go to hang up, but instead pull the phone back to my ear. “Oh, and Bellamy. Bring the pale pink box with the black satin ribbon.”

A minute later she raps on the door.

“Come in.”

That’s good. She’s learning fast.

Bellamy carries the pale pink box and curious expression on her pretty face.

“Go ahead. Open it.” I fold my hands across my stomach and sit back as she takes a seat across from me.

She sets the box across her thighs and tugs on the end of a ribbon until the knot loosens. When she pulls the lid off, her eyes trail from the neatly folded velvet negligee to me and back.

“What’s this?” She lifts it up like it’s made out of china and not crushed velvet the color of a lustrous midnight. Her cheeks flush instantaneously. “You want me to wear this for you sometime?”

“I want you to wear this for me now.”

Spreading it across her lap, she runs her hand along the tickling texture while biting her lower lip.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy about your body.” I sit up, my eyes departing the fullness of her lower lip and scaling the length of her luscious curves.

She glances up at me. “I’m not shy about my body; I’m just trying to picture how this is going to look on me.”

“That’s not for you to worry about, Angel,” I say. “I’m the only one who’ll ever see you in this, and I know for a fact you’re going to look sexy as sin.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You can thank me by putting it on.” I motion toward my private en suite bath.

After the longest ten minutes of my twenty-eight-year-old life, Bellamy emerges in the crushed velvet ensemble. The bones of the bustier hug her rib cage and push her breasts high, creating two soft mounds that instantly illicit swelling in my cock.

“Don’t be modest, Bellamy.” I head across the room to where she’s anchored in the doorway. My hands rest on her hips, and I pull her against me. She sucks in a quick breath and flashes an awkward smile that makes me think she feels silly. “You look fucking incredible.”

Her clear eyes search mine though I’m not sure for what. If she’s looking for my approval, I’m not sure what more I can do besides press her against my hard cock. That’s my endorsement right there.

“And you’re going to look even more amazing on all fours sucking my cock while I take my conference call this morning.” I make this about sex, because that’s what it’s about, and the last thing I need is for her confusing palpable lust with romance.

Big difference.

Romance implies love, and I’m not a man capable of such a thing. You can’t give something you’ve never received, and I’m not about to start now.

I grip her wrist lightly and spin her around, biting my lip when her perfect ass comes into view. My free hand takes a generous handful before slicking around her hips to her front side. My fingers tap the fabric just above her mound, and she quivers against me.

“How does it make you feel knowing there’s only a thin piece of fabric dividing my fingers and your most private place?” I breathe into her ear.

She doesn’t answer. Instead, her head falls back against my shoulder, and I press my fingers against her, feeling the outline of her lips through the crotch of the panties. My fingers massage with just enough pressure to elicit the faintest moan from her pretty mouth.

And then I stop.

“Your pleasure is in my hands,” I say, turning her to face me. “Literally and otherwise. Do you understand, Angel?”

“Yes, Master,” she pants.

“You will come when I tell you. You will only pleasure yourself under my command. And no other man can so much as touch or taste any part of you. Is that also understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You belong to me.” My hands hook the side of her hips. Unable to go another moment without touching her in some way, my mouth finds a soft spot just below dip of her collarbone. First I kiss, and then I suck, pulling her between my teeth and then letting go. She’ll have a mark, but it’ll be the first of many, and it won’t hurt. “You are mine, Bellamy.”

Her eyelids flutter closed. She stands glued in place, waiting for my next command when the phone rings.

“On your knees, Angel.”

She follows me back to my chair where I sink down and recline back slowly. Bellamy drops to her knees, positioning herself on the floor between my thighs.

My cock throbs, fighting the confines of my Italian silk boxers.

“Dane speaking,” I answer.

Bellamy reaches for my belt, running her hand along the outline of my cock in the process. Her delicate hands work steadily. First a faint click of the belt, then the silent pop of a button, and finally the slow unzipping of my suit pants.

She tugs on the waistband of my boxers until I’m fully exposed, and she rises slightly, though still very much on her knees, and presses the head of my cock just enough against her lips that I feel their heat.

She’s killing me here, and I love every second of it.

“Mr. Townsend, are you still there?” The woman on the other end says. “I’m connecting Nashville and Piedmont. Bear with me.”

She sounds like a sweet grandmother type, not that I’ve ever known one of those in real life.

“Yes, I’m still here,” I say into the receiver as the opposite party lines up the conference call.

Bellamy inserts the tip of my cock into her warm mouth, greeting me with her wet tongue.

I melt.

I fucking melt back into my chair.

Her mouth is heaven. “Oh, God…Angel…”

She takes my length, her hand gripping the base lightly. The way she attends to me like I’m some kind of delicacy takes me to a whole other level. Bellamy is a class act. No question. I knew from the moment I saw her.

She stops after a moment, her baby blues gazing up at me as if she needs reassurance.

“Don’t stop, Angel. I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.”

Which will probably be never…

“Dane, you there?” A gruff voice booms into the phone damn near stealing my moment. Thank you, David Bellows in Piedmont. One glance at the gorgeous blonde with her bee-stung lips around my cock brings me right back though.

“I’m here.” I glance at my pewter desk clock and release a harbored breath. “Can we carry on? Everyone connected yet?”

“Yes, we’re all here,” another man says.

“Great,” I say. “Did you receive the preliminary schedule Marlene emailed out yesterday?”

Bellamy pulls me out of her mouth and cocks her head, licking me from a completely different angle.  A jolt of electricity zips along my center, and my legs tense. It’s all I can do not to lose myself in this, but I’m the king of self-control, and I decide when I come.

“Yes,” they say in unison.

“Dane, I had a problem with the solar panel systems seminar running the same time as the battery systems.” David sounds like a smoker with a perpetual batch of phlegm in the back of his throat, but I ignore it. “Some of my men attending the conference would like to attend both seminars, and I think you’ll find many others will feel the same way. This schedule isn’t going to work, and you’ll be hard pressed to find a lot of companies sending their best employees out to a highly anticipated and poorly organized convention.”

She inserts the entirety of me into her mouth once again. I could lose myself in the warmth of her mouth.