“Oh my God! How did you get in here?” I screamed as I faced him, he was fixing his long tie but paused to wave the key in his hands.
“Spare, had to make sure that you don’t lock me out.” he muttered nonchalantly. “I see you need help with that,” he pointed at the gown.
I shook my head sideways immediately. “No, I can manage,” I managed to speak without stuttering.
“I wasn’t asking, Miss Owl. Turn around,” he ordered as he came closer.
I swallowed hard and turned my back to him, knowing too well that it was useless to argue. I could feel his towering height standing behind me, his hang gently slid down my bare back and my body shivered.
“Easy now love,” he chuckled and I felt literal chills run through my body.
He placed one hand on my ass and my body jumped on its own, right before he pulled up the zipper. Why did he have to make it feel so sexual? He was making me jittery in a funny way.
With his hand curled around my waist, he gently turned me to face him and I made sure to avoid his eyes, those eyes burned brighter than the sun. I could feel them on my skin, they were boring holes in me and I felt so uneasy.
He used his right hand to hold up my jaw and forced me to look him in the eyes. I swallowed hard and tried not to shiver. His eyes went down my body like he was inspecting and then he hummed softly.
“Looks good on you, and you look better without makeup.” He whispered as he pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
My heart skipped when he said those words. So he was checking me out? And did he mean those words, does he really think I was attractive or just teasing me? I hated that I craved for validation but that was what the past few months had reduced me to.
With Jimmy cheating and all the horrible things Mr. Blackwood has said to me, I can’t help but wonder if I was that ugly?
“Now that I notice,” he continued. “Why do you have no Bra on? You don’t plan to walk around the company, flashing your Titties at everyone, do you? I mean, I didn’t think you had it in you.” he smirked and gently tugged on my pointy nipples through the fabric.
I took a step back from him and creased my eyebrows. “You wish! How am I supposed to wear my bra when this gown exposes my back, and either way, you didn’t expect me to rewear unwashed underwear, did you?”
His expression changed immediately, a slight frown and he tilted his head sideways. “No… which is why I got you a new pair,” he announced.
“A new… a new pair?” I muttered with a confused look.
He huffed and took a step closer to me but as usual, I moved back, he followed suit and like every other time, I ended up with my back to the wall and he caught up with me. As he closed in, my breathing paced and I struggled to not pass out from the tension.
Mr. Blackwood placed his left hand on the wall above my head, while I stood trapped in between. He caressed my face with the back of his palm and I shivered, then he moved his hand lower down to my abdomen and to my exposed thighs, just above my knee.
He began to move his hand up but as it reached the lower edge of my gown, he slid it into the gown and I instinctively clasped my thighs together to deny him further entrance up. He didn’t hesitate to push my thighs apart with his fingers and I let out a heavy breath. I felt his hand come in contact with my Pvssy lips and my body jerked.
Looking up at his face, I caught a smug smile. “Oh wow, you don’t have any panties on, naughty girl.” He teased me.
I pushed him off immediately and slipped off, making my way to the bed. He must have realized that I didn’t have any underwear on due to my prior confession.
“I thought it was just the gown,” I said, looking embarrassed.
“I call you an owl but it appears that you are blind. What use is your large eyes if you can't see, Miss Owl? You have five more minutes, so decide if you want to wear panties or not and then meet me downstairs.” He uttered coldly and then he walked out of the room
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, the moment he left the room. Good Lord, that man would give me a heart attack. I quickly grabbed the nylon bag he had used to get me the clothes and behold, there were other items in it.
I took out the panties and gasped. Was he for real? He got me underwear to match with the gown? How did he even guess my size? This is what happens when you get drunk and spend the night with a stranger.
For a moment there, I wondered if I should not wear the underwear as it felt so awkward putting on panties that were not gotten by me. I had originally planned to get one on the way back to New York, I didn’t think he would find out before then, he is just so nosey.
Should I put it on?
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