“Mr. Vece, you have a Miss. Blake here to see you.”
Blake, still using that surname. “You can send her up.”
“Yes, sir.”
The smile that stretches over my lips is wide enough to make someone uncomfortable. I won. She’s here. Unlocking the front door, I leave it open and go sit down on the sofa with one of my legs spread comfortably wide. I grab today’s newspaper whichwas delivered hours ago and open the pages as though I’ve been reading it - not waiting anxiously.
I hear her come in, but I don’t look up from the paper.
I hear her set something down on the floor, but still, I don’t look up.
She clears her throat softly.
I keep reading.
“Vincent?” She says, sounding a little nervous.
“Mr. Vece.” I correct her, my eyes finally rising over the top of the paper, settling on her in every inch of her beauty.
“Sorry. Mr. Vece. Good morning.” She smiles.
My brows knot together as I notice one small duffel bag next to her. “Where are your things, little raven?” I ask, folding the paper and setting it aside then standing up and walking towards her. She pushes her shoulders back, proud, defensive, standing taller. “These are my things.”
“All of it? I can have the driver collect anything you’ve left behind?—”
“No, this is all of it.” She says, getting agitated. “It is a problem?” She snaps.
I chuckle. “No, my pet, it isn’t a problem. We can get you anything you need for the penthouse.”
I walk around her as she stands tensely in the middle of my living room. It’s easy to tell that she isn’t sure how to act because last time she was here we were playing - equals. And this time she is here as my worker - I own her. The dynamics have changed, and she still needs to work out what they are.
I trace my hand down her back when I walk behind her, and she shivers a little. Her dark hair is neatly braided from the top of her head in a straight line down her spine. Glossed in the morning light, shining and thick. The curve of her hip catches my eye as I walk around her side, wanting to shove her face down onto the carpet again and fuck her.
Patience. I have her.
“I can start right away, Mr. Vece.” She says quietly.
I step in front of her again and look down at her. Those bright green eyes tug at my soul, reminding me of the past, of someone I once was.
“That won’t be necessary, little raven. I will show you your room and you can take a week to settle in and get to know my routine and how I like things done. Then you will start working.”
She furrows her brows. “A week? I really don’t need a week to settle in?—”
In a flash I wrap my fingers around her jaw and tilt her face up towards mine. “Are you already questioning me, my pet?” I growl slowly, my cock stirring.
“Uh - no—” She says tightly. I can see it in her eyes. The way her pupils dilate and the sharp spike of desire that shoots through her.
Half of my mouth curls into a smile.
“Good. We wouldn’t want to start off in trouble on our first day.”
She presses her lips together to hide her own soft grin. Cheeky. Very cheeky.
“Follow me, little raven.” Stepping away from her I head to the guest room. Of course, I thought about making her sleep in my bed, but I shall first give her the illusion that this is an actual job.
In reality though, I have nothing for her to do.
She is here as my pet. Nothing more. I want to watch her walking around my house, wearing beautiful things. Things that I will choose for her. I want to watch her crawling on all fours on the floor with her ass tilted towards me. I want to command. To desire. To own.
