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“You were gone a while,” she says, voice small.
“Sorry Princess. We had a lot of errands to get done,” I say, holding up a bag for her. “We got you some things to wear.”
She takes the bag, curiosity in her eyes. As she pulls out the items though, she scoffs.
“Really? Do you want me to dress in these skimpy things? There’s no way I’m doing that!”
“Thought you might say that,” I tell her, bringing a hand up to trace a finger over her cheek. “But if you don’t, you can wear nothing when we go out to the bar tonight if that makes you more comfortable.”
Sienna’s eyes widen. “You wouldn’t!”
“Try me,” I offer. “You can wear these clothes or you can go naked.”
“I’m not wearing it,” she says, jutting out her chin defiantly.
“Excellent. Naked it is then,” I say. “Dom, Bastian, come on in.”
The two of them step into the room, identical grins on their faces. “Seems the princess doesn’t want to obey our orders already.”
“We should rectify that then,” Dominic offers. They haul Sienna to her feet and roughly begin to strip her down, helpfully removing her clothes for her, and tossing them to the side in a heap.
Sienna tries to fight back but Dom and Bastian are too strong for her, overpowering her and pushing her wrists down by her sides.
Standing before us, stark naked and trembling, her eyes meet mine briefly, and I catch a glimpse of vulnerability there. I can't help but notice her undeniable beauty, but as she casts her eyes downward, something like shame colors her features.
I wonder how she’s been shaped by the judging eyes of others, telling her she’s ugly because of her size. It brings a pangof sympathy to my heart, along with a burst of anger. Her body is perfect; generous curves and a pudgy belly, with soft skin and full breasts. She reminds me of one of those Venus of Willendorf sculptures or a Rubens painting.
“Please, don’t look at me,” she begs, unable to meet our eyes. “I’m not …”
“Not what?” Dominic prompts.
“Not pretty,” she whispers. “I’m fat.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Bastian says, stepping forward. “You have a beautiful body, you’re like a goddess, Princess.”
Sienna blushes from head to toe and I smile, though a nagging feeling of doubt lingers, wondering if we’re doing the right thing here, or if we’re tangling ourselves up in something we won’t be able to untangle.
“Ready to go?” Bastian asks, pulling her along. Sienna digs in her heels.
“Wait, what?” she says, the panic evident in her eyes. “Are you really going to force me to go out with you like this?”
“You need to learn that we’re always serious when we make promises,” Dominic says. “You should know that by now.”
“But … but …” she sputters.
“You wanna wear the clothes now?” I offer. The more she gives in, the easier it will be for her. Bastian can be cruel when he’s being challenged. I purse my lips, holding them out, silently pleading with her to obey.
Sienna breathes hard, in and out for a beat, trying to gather herself before she nods, though she maintains the defiant look in her eyes. I think I like that she’s not going to make this easy on us.
Bastian hands her the bag and she digs through it. We selected a range of clothing, stuff that we know will push her to her limits.
“Pick something out for tonight, Princess,” I tell her. “We’re going to show you off at the bar.”
She selects a lacy, mesh, black and pink bra and matching thong, along with a tight-fitting bodycon dress.
“Can you turn around?” she asks, shifting uncomfortably.
None of us move, so she starts putting the clothes on. She looks damn sexy when she’s done, a vast improvement to those bulky cardigans and shapeless dresses.
