Free Firebird by Annabel Joseph

you to tell me what to do.”
    “I think you do want it. You’re just upset because you think I’m pushing you away.” He dropped his voice lower. “The truth is, I wish I could take you in my arms right now. I wish I could rip that fucking leotard off you and take you to the floor, and I can’t even put into words what I’d like to do to you then.”
    She didn’t look at him, but she was suddenly taking those deep breaths he’d urged her to take.
    “Believe me, Prosper, I find this just as awful as you do. But we will not bring this here again. We can’t work and keep our places in this company if the nature of our relationship was exposed. And yes, little one”—he leaned closer—“we do have a relationship, you and me. Fuck buddy doesn’t quite describe it.”
    She didn’t speak for a long while.
    He couldn’t read her. “Are you okay?”
    She let out a sharp little breath. “Yes. I’m okay. I’m a little…” She fell silent.
    “Angry? Confused? Scared?”
    “Horny. Can I touch myself tonight?”
    He blinked and chuckled. Not what he’d expected. “‘ May I touch myself, Sir ?’ would be a better way to ask.”
    “May I touch myself, Sir?” Her barely concealed pique made his cock twitch.
    “No. Absolutely not. You can only come when I make you come.”
    “But—”
    “But what?”
    “That’s not fair to get me all worked up and then not let me relieve myself!”
    “Life’s not fair, girl. Not for subs like you. Here. Give me your cell phone.”
    She dug in her bag and got it out. He programmed his number into it, then handed it back to her.
    “If it gets too hard not to touch yourself, you’re welcome to call me and beg. Not that it will do any good.”
    Prosper tsk-tsked in annoyance, clearly not finding the situation as amusing as he did. She dug her toes into the floor. “It’s just hard not to come when I feel so…so…”
    “Horny?”
    “Yes. I mean, you are going to have sex with me?”
    “You bet your fucking feathers I am, Firebird. Soon.”
    “Well, um…when?” She looked ridiculously adorable begging him for sex.
    “How about tonight?”
    “I have to work tonight.”
    “Oh yes, your second job. Where?”
    “At Halo. That bar.”
    He hated the idea of her working in a skin bar like Halo, not that it was any of his business.
    “I’m not working tomorrow night,” she said.
    Tomorrow night . He was going to fuck her to pieces.
    “Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow night after the show. At my place.”

Chapter Seven

    Wednesday night she climbed into a cab wearing the clothing he’d instructed her to. Tight black dress with a gartered corset and stockings under it, no panties. Yeah. She was a slut.
    But she was an excited slut. She shifted on the backseat of the cab, already growing damp between her legs. It wasn’t just the way she was dressed. It was the knowledge that she was going to Jackson’s home to have sex . They’d made a date. For sex. Arrangements to fuck. It was so hedonistic. He wanted to penetrate her, touch her in all her most private places. And she desperately wanted to be touched by him.
    She pressed her legs together, watching the people out on the street. She wanted to roll down the window and shout out her happiness. Finally everything was coming together for her. She had her part-time job nailed down, and just that morning she’d finally located a studio apartment she could rent week to week for a reasonable rate. And now she was on the way to Jackson’s house for sex . He was going to put his hands on her, press his hard, powerful body against hers. He was going to penetrate her with the cock she’d seen straining in his pants, the cock she couldn’t stop obsessing about. Oh my God . She arrived five minutes early and sat in the cab a full minute or two just gathering her nerves.
    “Everything all right?” the driver asked.
    “Everything’s great.” She handed him the money Jackson had given her for the short cab ride. “ Take