Jake toys with you a little.

You step out of the closet.
With your arms folded underneath your boobs, you say to Jake, "What do you want?"
He's not facing you right now so you can't get a good grasp on his mood right now.
"What is it that you thought you would get from this?" He says, his voice dripping with bile. "Did you think that this would... what? Make me mad?"
"Something like that." You say back to him.
He turns to face you. He's... smiling? What?
"Because, if I'm anything, It's amused. You could have done anything today. Burned down the hole damn place. And you decided to play dress up."
This is not the type of reaction you thought you would get.
"You know, if you wanted something to wear, you should have just asked. Because I would be open to that. Something with... easy access obviously. But I can do that for you."
He's stepping closer to you with every word.
"However, that's not important right now. What is important right now... Is what I want."

"Take that stuff off."
You stammer out a, "I don't want to."
Jake replies with "Strip. Now."
You can't stop yourself when your hands begin to unbutton your blazer. You pull it off and toss it aside. Then you start on the shirt, soon throwing it to the floor. Your pants soon join them. Now, you are once again naked in front of Jake.
"There she is..." He says as he leans in toward you. He grabs one of your breasts and kneads it sensually.
"Isn't this better?"
"It's not." You say.
"It is for me."
Jake quits pawing at you and backs off. "Here's an idea. Take off my clothes."
Your legs step forward, your hands reaching for the buttons of his suit jacket. They carefully undo each one, wary to not damage their masters things. They spin him around and slide the jacket off of his broad shoulders. Your hands toss the jacket aside. They then do the same with his shirt, leaving his chest bare with a tenderness that your conscious mind would never employ.
Then, you drop to your knees. A familiar position, to be sure. You look up at Jake, staring him right in the eyes as your hands begin to undo his belt.
"Are you happy right now?" You ask with all the bile you can muster.
"Oh, you have no idea how happy I am."
Soon, your hands are undoing his fly and pulling down his zipper. Grabbing hold of his waistband, your hands yank down both his boxers and his slacks in one fell swoop. His dick, already hard, smacks you in the face as it's freed. It rests on your face as he steps out of the last of his clothes.

You think you know where this is going.
As your reaching up to grab his shaft, Jake stops you. "No, no. That's not it. Not tonight."
Leaving you on your knees, he walks over to the bed, his cock bobbing up and down with each step.
He lays down on the bed, his dick standing straight up in the air.
Folding his arms behind his head, he says "Come over here."