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With final regard to your home being broken into by myself, I highly and vehemently deny and object to your term of use again. I did not break in, I merely availed myself to your abode. So much better described, wouldn’t you agree?
Lastly, I agree with reservations for you to hit me once but can I add that for you to do so, I need to be in a state of arousal first?
Sebastian
Sebastian Blackwell
CEO Blackwell & Sims
P.S. When are you coming to me?
From: wildthingisme@blooper.com
To: Sebastian.blackwell@blackwellandsims.co.uk
Subject: re: re: re: I’m Sorry.
Sebastian,
That’s bullshit pure and simple. You should be ashamed of yourself. Breaking in is breaking in buddy, no other way around it. I suppose I could let you off because you left me nice things.
Yeah and about those nice things, I appreciate them and all but I don’t want them, Sebastian. I don’t want your money, your property or whatever it is you have. I don’t care if you’ve got fifty pence in the bank and holes in your shoes...okay maybe that’s a little too out there but you get what I’m saying, right?
Hit me with the list and we’ll discuss it but I can guarantee that your top five won’t be the same as mine. I am after all, a dirty bastard and am so freaking proud of that title, you wouldn’t believe.
I’m not entirely sure I can be persuaded to come to you...just yet. After all, just like the Godfather said, ‘you’d have to make me an offer I can’t refuse’
Vic. x
From: Sebastian.blackwell@blackwellandsims.co.uk
To: wildthingisme@blooper.com
Subject: re: re: re: re: I’m Sorry.
Victoria,
I can still assure you that I didn’t break into your flat; I merely marked my territory so to speak.
As for the famous black box, I could tell you I loved you a thousand times a day and you could already know that but I want to also give you everything I can possibly give you. That includes showering you with gifts and goodies.
I promise you that you will never go without and if I can afford it, which I can, I will give you everything you ever want or need. It’s all yours, Victoria.
As CEO of my own company and with many fingers in many other pies, one does like to be in control and dominant in all aspects and areas however; on this occasion, I think I will tie my own hands behind my back and allow you to take control and dominate me with your top five listed things ‘to do to Sebastian’
Believe me when I tell you that just the mere thought of being taken by you and your warped mind as you say makes one salivate, uncontrollably.
As for the Godfather, a top class movie in its own rights with many family values and definitely one for the top shelf. I do believe I own a special edition.
As for an offer you can’t refuse, well, will a BMW M6 Convertible, automatic, in Sakhir orange with the registration plate: VIC 1 suffice?
Sebastian
Sebastian Blackwell
CEO Blackwell & Sims
I stared at the screen after receiving that last email with my mouth hanging open. The arrogance of him poured through the phone but yet the vulnerability was still there.
God love him.
From: wildthingisme@blooper.com
To: Sebastian.blackwell@blackwellandsims.co.uk
Subject: re: re: re: re: re: I’m Sorry.
Sebastian,
There’s that arrogance again that you’re going to have to curb. I’ve told you time and time again that I don’t want your money or goods, well except the goods that come between your legs. After all, I’m crazy not stupid.
As for the car, I understand about the automatic reference as I remember chewing off all the teeth in the gearbox of the last car I drove, your BMW. But please don’t dangle carrots in front of my face because seriously, that’s not nice and so not on.
If you really can get the car, then I will of course pay you back every week or every month but you certainly know how to pick them but I’ll believe it when I see it.
Over to you to make the arrangements for us getting together. If you want me to ‘Cum’, you’ll have to make me.
Give it your best shot.
Vic x
From: Sebastian.blackwell@blackwellandsims.co.uk
To: wildthingisme@blooper.com
Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: I’m Sorry.
Victoria,
You are a very naughty girl but I like you.
As for the vehicle, you’ve been too cross with me and you haven’t been paying attention. On the key ring you were left in the black box, there are two BMW fobs however; only one applies at this moment. After all, it’s the only one that’s engraved with the registration plate VIC 1.
If you move that sweet juicy arse of yours over to your living room window, you’ll see the Sakhir Orange convertible parked outside.
I’ll expect you at my place 8PM sharp.
Hurry up. Don’t make me wait, Victoria.
Sebastian
Sebastian Blackwell
CEO Blackwell & Sims
P.S. Don’t forget to wear the thong, I’ll be checking.
“He’s lying.” I whispered and ran over to my window. I gripped the edge of the heavy curtains then the net and pulled them back. I pressed my nose to the glass as I stared outside, my eyes flicking up and down the street searching for the car.
My breath left me with a whoosh when I spotted it under the street lamp a couple of cars down from my front door. It was just parked there staring at me, daring me to go closer and have a good look.
I stood there like an idiot with my curtains in my hand, my eyes bugging out of my head, boobs pressed against the damp glass as I stared at the white registration plate on the front of the car. It did in fact read VIC 1.
“The fucker,”
He was telling the truth, the bastard wasn’t lying to me.
Grabbing my coat from the rack on the wall, I threw it on and opened the door. I stepped outside into my darkened street and cursed when I stepped onto a slug and it squished between my toes.
“Ugh.” I groaned and moved back inside; hopping to my bathroom where I scooped up the messy gloop and flushed it then washed my foot. I’d been too excited, nervous and angry with Sebastian and that gleaming pile of gorgeous metal outside teasing me to realise that I’d actually gone outside without any shoes on.
What an idiot!
I moved from the bathroom and quickly slipped on my boots, hopping from one foot to the other. I grabbed the big bunch of keys from the black box along with my own and raced to the front door, slamming it closed behind me.
I ran down the steps and down the street, skidding to a stop beside the car which was now covered in a fine mist of damp. I whistled low as I moved around it, eyeing it like it was the best thing ever.
Hell, it was. God, the car was a dream.
Licking my lips, I stopped at the driver’s side and flicked the fob in my hand, watching the lights flash, highlighting the space around the car at the same time. I reached for the handle and popped the door.
I jumped back in surprise as multicoloured neon lights flicked on, lighting up the ground beneath the car. The car had freaking lights underneath it; I’d never seen that before.
As if the car had a disease or something, I bent at the waist and peered inside. The whole thing gleamed and had that famous new car smell that made me close my eyes at and moan out loud. The dash had all these little knobs and buttons that my fingers were dying to touch and mess around with.
“Stupid man,” I muttered, shaking my head. Sebastian just had to go and do something like this.
“That man aint stupid if he bought you that.” A man muttered from behind me.
I stood up straight banging my head on the top of the door frame. I gritted my teeth and brushed the hair out of my face and rubbed my head as I turned to face the stranger who was eying the car like a prime bit of beef.
His eyes were wide and the size of saucers.
“Huh?” I asked dazed and confused.
“The car or should I say beauty,” He pointed to it, “it’s as bad as my bitch. You sort that man out yet for your present?”
At his expectant look, I blinked stupidly at him. It took me a second to realise what the man was saying to me. No, in actual fact, I hadn’t sorted Sebastian out for buying this car but I knew I would. How could I not?
Whether I wanted to acknowledge it or not, Sebastian had bought me the car, a very expensive car and delivered it to me, leaving it right under my nose so I couldn’t ignore it. I mean who could? I’d be a first class fool to not want it even though I didn’t like him spending his money on me.
“Hmmm,” I licked my teeth with my tongue as thoughts rushed through my head. Various sexual suggestions bumped and crashed in my mind. Thoughts and images of Sebastian and me in various positions and exploits came to the forefront. Punishment also appeared and sounded just as good.
Oh yeah, I had the exact thing. Oh boy was he in for it.
I shook my head as a wicked smile lit up my face. The man nodded slowly, his own smile pinching his cheeks. “Boy would I like to be in his position when you get your nails into him.”
“Buy your bitch a car then.” I said and slammed the door closed, clicking the fob afterwards.
Chapter Seventeen
Never said I was a lady, Bruce.
This was just ridiculous. Nothing looked right, no matter what I chose to wear.
I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom and frowned at the dress I’d pulled out of my wardrobe and fought to get on. It was orange, a colour I loved and stuck to every single mould and curve my body owned. I’d bought it a couple of years ago and now, it seemed I’d put on some weight. In actual fact, it showed too much and not the good too much either. I looked like a seal wrapped in orange peel.
Shaking my head, I ripped the material off and flung it over my head, not caring where it landed. I now stood in my bra and knickers not knowing what the hell to wear and that’s if any of it fitted.
God, I felt like I’d put on a couple of stone or something. Maybe I had?
I groaned and buried my head in my hands. Trust me to pick a time to play with Sebastian all for me to have a period that was currently making me feel like shit and then realise that I’d put on weight as well. That was typical of me.
My eyes drifted back to the mirror where I took in the whole of me. I gazed at my boobs watching them wobble in the bra cups with every breath I took. I then turned to the side and cocked my head taking in how wide my stomach was then tried sucking it in, seeing if it looked better or worse.
Who was I kidding? Of course it would look better smaller and slimmer. Just like me and every other woman on the planet wanted to be, at one time or another.
My ‘another’ was now.
I groaned again and sighed into my hands. This was just wrong, all of it.
Through my fingers, my eyes found the mirror again, only this time they drifted down to my thighs that wobbled slightly as I moved. I slid my legs apart slightly, judging the thickness of my legs. They weren’t too bad but still, everything on me could be a little better.
“I wonder what Sebastian sees.” I mumbled to myself then shook my head to get those negative thoughts away and out of my mouth and mind.
Placing my hands on my ample fleshy hips, I blew out a breath which disturbed my fringe and focused. My cheeks were ruddy with exertion and my chest was a pink flushed colour as my boobs breathed.
Turning back to my wardrobe, I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and rummaged through my clothing tatter trying to find something sexy yet comfortable.
Heck, did that even exist?
Twenty minutes later, I was still stumped. Maybe it would just be better to wear jeans and be comfortable. Nah, what was the point in that?
My phone continued to buzz as well which made me sweat even more and made the butterflies in my stomach dance and sway to an imaginary beat. I knew it was Sebastian bugging me, probably wondering where I was. Well he could just damn wait a minute. I was stuck in a rut and it was his entire fault.
Maybe if he was like Sasquatch or something or maybe an ogre, I wouldn’t give a shit but he was Sebastian Blackwell for God’s sake. He was the gorgeous, rich bachelor. In the beginning I wouldn’t have cared because I was me, Victoria Jennings. I didn’t get embarrassed or worry about what people thought of me but obviously, Sebastian had chosen me for a reason and there was a small part of me that as a woman, knew that I had competition to keep Sebastian interested. So, I wanted to dress up a little and show him I was just as sexy as the next woman even though I was bigger and bustier than most.
Not finding anything to wear, I picked up my phone to call Jen and ask for her advice when something caught my eye. I dropped the phone onto my bed and quickly walked to the wardrobe and pulled out the Mac that had tickled my glance.
The material felt strange under my fingers but yet there was something about it that made me tingle. I’d bought the Mac like much of my other clothing a couple of years ago when I was a tad smaller and had more money to my name.
I shrugged the coat off the hanger, chucking the plastic instrument away from me and slid into the Mac. It fit like a glove as I wrapped the belt around my waist. I walked quickly over to the mirror and adjusted the coat until I had it where I wanted it. I turned this way and that way, eyeing the lines of the material and the flare it created around my arse. It stopped mid thigh and made my legs look a little longer. I knew once I had heels on, it would look better.
Nodding my head, I unwrapped myself from the coat and placed the black Mac on my bed. Next was underwear. Okay, well a bra at least or maybe not.
Pulling my bottom lip out with my thumb and forefinger, I stood at my underwear drawer staring down at the mounds of bras looking up at me. There were a variety of different colours, styles and materials. Obviously, I had my favourites but this wasn’t about my favourite, this was about what looked better and sexier.
I dug through the heaps of bras and picked out the sexiest and set them down on the bed then I walked through to my living room and grabbed the thong Sebastian had bought me. I twirled it around my finger as I walked back through to my bedroom.
Stopping at the side of my bed, I stared at the stretched out thong in my hands and hummed. Sebastian obviously knew my precise size and was obviously okay with it, right? I mean him buying underwear bigger than a normal woman’s or even a Barbie’s size didn’t put him off, right?
“Stop,” I snapped at myself. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t normally this worried about a man. Normally, I would have said “Fuck him.” or “he can take me how he sees me.” But again, this was Sebastian, the man I loved, the man that made me feel things no-one ever had and finally, the man who supposedly wanted me.
Who was I to throw that away, just because I was insecure? No, I needed to snap out of it and shut up before that mouth of mine opened and said something to the wrong person or myself at least.
Shaking my head, I sighed and blew out a long breath. I placed the thong next to the bras and spent a few minutes matching up colours. Finally I decided on a black balconette bra with white bows dotted along the straps. The bra would hold my boobs out in front of me like hands cupping them in offering.
Sexy not comforting.
I ran to the bathroom and quickly filled the sink with hot water and gave myself a quick wash, inserted a super-plus sized li-let then brushed my teeth. I stared at my face in the small mirror above the sink and saw that my eyes were bright and the hazel colouring was tinged with green. Funny, I’d never noticed that before.
Minutes later, I was dressed in the thong that fitted a bit too snugly as in it was stuck between my bum cheeks and making itself known in a couple of places. The bra already pulled across my back, along my shoulders and under my boobs.
I quickly brushed some blusher over my cheeks highlighting the already f
lushed look across my face and chest. A swipe of mascara was added then a layer of cherry red lip gloss finished it off.
“Sebastian so better appreciate this.” I grumbled as I pulled on the Mac and nothing else. I brushed out my hair and let it flow down my back. I’d washed it a couple of days ago so I had natural manageability with it.
Lastly were my shoes. I picked the highest, sluttiest pair I owned. I didn’t really do shoes but trainers instead so when I pulled them out, they were dusty to say the least. Giving them a quick wipe with my trusty pack of baby wipes that were oh so handy when they were needed, I swiped the wipe over them and held them up to the light to inspect them. The shoes were black with six inch heels and red straps that wrapped around the bottom of my legs. Thank God, I’d shaved my legs and lady garden last time I showered.
I stopped in my bedroom doorway with my hands on my hips wondering if I’d forgotten anything. Then I rolled my eyes because I noticed my phone lying on my bed. I quickly grabbed it and my bag, stuffing the thing inside then went to my living room where both bunches of keys sat.
With one final look around my flat, I locked the door behind me and stepped down the steps to the street below me. A December chill swept past my legs and travelled up to my nearly bare centre.
“Holy shit,” I quickly wrapped my arms around the tops of my legs and slowly walked to the car. Now I knew how a man wearing a kilt felt. Damn, that was chilly.
****
I pulled up outside Sebastian’s place and opened the car door. My eyes were riveted to the neon lights under the car. I would so have to thank Sebastian personally for that little touch, I loved it. I mean the whole car was a freaking dream to drive. It was an automatic so I couldn’t crunch any teeth this time but God, it was amazing. It just glided through the London streets. Part of me wanted to let my lead foot take over but I controlled myself. I mean I did squeal a little or maybe a lot when I caught a glimpse at the tacho and saw only twenty miles on the clock.