Don't Know What To Do With Myself

Chapter 3 (part 1)

Author's note: I'm back! Nothing explicit yet but I did write a sexy scene for this chapter. It should be interesting. Also I have to split this chapter up into two parts because it will be long. Enjoy!
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Perhaps I was committing a serious faux-pas by calling him this quickly…and this late at night. But I already had an excuse when he answered. 

"I want you to teach me to play guitar just like you and shred" I blurted into the phone.

There was a pause on the other end before he bursted into a raspy chuckle. "Uh-huh, that's all you want me to teach you?", his tone was suggestive.

So he didn't fall for it.

"What else did you have in mind?", I asked innocently.

"You want me to talk real dirty to ya on the phone or can I get a date before you take advantage of me?" Jack teased, I could hear what sounded like the flicking of a cigarette lighter.

"You kissed me first!" I defended myself.

"Mmm, but you showed up in that itty bitty skirt, all dolled up to deliver me a lion?"

He was right, but I wasn't gonna tell him that. "You don't even care I'm only 19 you creep?" I shot back.

"When is your birthday?"

"July 30th"

"In about two months you'll be a year younger than I was when I married my first wife", Jack said matter of factly. 

"Lovely…", I rolled my eyes.

"Soo...should I start planning our date?"

I paused. "Fine, I'm free Saturday. The shop will be closed all weekend and my parents are going to buy antiques out of town.", I replied with authority. I was ready to take this "buffalo" by the horns and not let go.

"When are they leaving for the road?"

"6am, on the dot. They have a long way to drive"

"What do you want to do?", he asked.

I was still feeling bold, "Surprised me".

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Saturday morning around 1:30 pm I sat mulling over what to even wear. I knew it had to be something a little more adult and sexy. I wanted to look older, not like some dumb little girl he was babysitting for the day.

I was in the middle of looking at two different dresses on my bed when I heard a car honking outside. I opened my window to see Jack climbing out of his Tesla, clad in a black suit and aviator glasses. He gripped a bouquet of red roses wrapped in green foil.

I called down to him, "the door is unlocked, come up I need your input on outfits!".

Jack smiled and entered the house without protest. I waited patiently as I heard him walk through the front door, then the living room, and then ascend up the stairs. Every step was slow and deliberate. It was like he knew I anticipated seeing him in the flesh again. His tall figure marched down the hall and darkened my doorway.

"Do you make a habit of inviting strange men into your bedroom when your parents are away...or am I special, Delilah?" Jack teased. He sat the rose on my cluttered vanity. 

"You're the first, but don't get the big head…" I crossed my legs seductively, allowing my silk kimono robe to fall away and expose my upper thighs. 

Jack's eyes passed over my naked legs, "Let's just say it's a little late for that…", he spoke in innuendo, always two steps ahead of me. 

"I need to choose between these two dresses" I pointed to the garments on the bed next to me.

He looked down at them thoughtfully.

I should have predicted he'd go for the sexier one.

I'd never actually worn the sleek, black satin dress. It was an impulse buy from a fast fashion store. Zara or H&M, I can't remember. It came in the mail only for me to realize I had no place to wear it.

This would be its debut.

I'd envisioned that I'd change in my bathroom and put on my heels and makeup and jewelry. I'd walk down the stairs to wow him with my transformation, 90s teen movie style.

Jack had other plans.

He looked at me pointedly. "Take your robe off".

"Huh?", I looked up at him, mouth agape. 

"Take your pretty little robe off. I'm going to dress you".

"I can dress myself".

"Where's the fun in that?".

I didn't even have an answer for that. I was still dumbfounded at the idea. I hadn't been dressed by another person since I was a small child.

"Take that robe off, Delilah…" Jack said picking the black lace panties I had chosen for myself off the bed "...And that's an order...De-li-lah", he emphasized every syllable of my name, his face inches away from mine.

I took a deep breath standing up before him. I pulled the belt of the robe loose and slid it off my shoulders. The light draft from the open window hit my bare skin, but my cheeks, my pussy burned with something volcanic. 

I'd only known the guy for a week and I was already standing in front of him stark naked. Part of me was almost angry with him. Who was he to waltz into to my bedroom with his stupid suit, his stupid aviators, and his stupid handsome face and order me to undress?

Oh yeah, he was Jack White. Some women would probably peel their skin off if he asked them too.

He was sizing me up, peeking over his aviators, nodding and smirking. "Delilah, Delilah, Delilah", my name, a mantra in his mouth. "She was the death of Sampson in the end", he lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze "you gonna be the death of me, Delilah?". 

"Just help me get dressed, weirdo" I sassed back. I was still putting up a fight, playing hard to get, well, as hard as a naked girl could…

Jack barked out a laugh.

He spun me around to face the bed. I felt a stinging slap across my buttocks. I let out a whimper.

"That's for making me repeat an order. And this-", Jack brought down another strike on my already stinging rear. "...is for the sass you just gave me" his voice was raising, "And this-" another hard slap "Is for inviting a bad, bad man like me up to your room", I could hear the amusement in his voice. It was humiliating; I loved every second of it.

"Now be a good girl and step into these panties for me", Jack ordered as he knelt on the floor behind me.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment  as I obeyed and stepped into the panties. 

Jack took his own sweet time gliding them on, his fingertips giving me goosebumps on my legs. "Good girl", Jack planted a kiss on my buttocks, the stinging from the slaps starting to fade. He then stood up and reached for the strapless black bra. "Lift your arms, baby", he whispered in my ear. 

I obeyed as he tenderly cupped the bra over my breasts. He fastened the back before playfully popping the band. Oddly enough, I enjoyed the intimacy of his hands carefully placing the garments on my body. He had me step into the black dress, slowly zipping it before twirling me around like a ballerina. "You fill the dress out well", he said before guiding me to sit on the chair in front of my vanity. He kneeled down next to me and smiled. 

"What, you want to do my makeup too?" I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"I could help?", Jack suggested. 

"Fine", I proceeded to do my foundation and brows before letting him choose my eyeshadow. I carefully smoked on the sparkly midnight shade and applied my winged eyeliner and mascara. 

Then Jack took over, gently painting my cheeks and lips with soft Raphaelite brushstrokes. He took it a step further and even chose a pair of antique blue sapphire earrings and put them in my ears before kissing me on the cheek. He stood me up to look in the mirror. 

"Beautiful", Jack whispered.