“I notice everything about you,” I say, my voice dropping to a low, steady vibration. “Now give me a show.”
Veronica chooses a lilac-colored dress; the soft fabric bunches in her hands as we walk toward the back of the boutique. I take a seat in one of the oversized velvet chairs, settle in, and wait, but she doesn't make it to the curtained stall. She halts abruptly as she passes the floor-to-ceiling mirrored wall.
She reaches out and hangs the dress on a hook beside the glass, her movements deliberate and slow. Then she turns her body to face the mirror fully, her gaze shifting until she meets my eyes through the reflection. She doesn't retreat. Instead, she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Without breaking eye contact, she begins to undress. She’s standing there in nothing but lace. She is a vision. Her body offered up as an invitation for my eyes only.
The air in the boutique turns heavy, the silence between us vibrating with a sudden, suffocating tension. I don’t blink. I can’t. My gaze is fixedon hers in the glass, tracking the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Only then does she reach for the lilac dress. She slips it over her head, and the fabric slides over her curves. I’m obsessed with those curves; I’m obsessed with everything about her.
Fuck me.
I’m paralyzed, completely hypnotized by her essence. She turns to me. I can see the desire in her eyes.
“Be a good boy and crawl to me,” she commands.
Fuck, do I listen. I don’t hesitate. I slide off the velvet couch, my knees hitting the plush carpet with a muffled, heavy thud. I just stood up to her father without blinking, a man built for violence and control, but for her, I’m whatever she needs me to be. I crawl to her. The view of her is staggering. She’s a queen reclaiming her throne, and I’m right where I belong. I look up at her, my pulse a frantic rhythm against the quiet of the room, waiting for her next move. “Woof woof, baby.”
“I remember you telling me that I shouldn’t wear panties with a dress,” she says, her voice humming with a new authority. “Be a good boy and take them off. With your teeth.”
Goddamn. I love this side of her. Demanding and controlling. I glide my hands up her thighs, the warmth of her skin seeping into my palms. The scent of her arousal hits me, sharp and sweet, cutting through the expensive perfume of the room. I bunch the lilac silk in my fists, dragging it upward until I reach the lace. My heart hammers against my ribs as I lean in, my teeth snagging the fabric. I tug, the slight resistance of the lace only fueling the fire of need. As I work them down, her intoxicating scent overwhelms me, and a deep, guttural groan vibrates in my chest.
A soft, broken whimper escapes her as I pull the lace down her legs, my gaze never leaving hers. She lifts one foot, then the other, silentlyinstructing me to finish what I started. I strip the lace away, leaving her bare and magnificent under the boutique’s soft glow.
“Good boy.” Fuck, her praise does something to me. “Now lick.” She puts her leg over my shoulder and leans back against the cool mirror. I do as I’m told. Her hands bury themselves in my hair as she bucks into me. I hold her thigh, hard. My name on her lips keeps me grounded. I fuck her tight pussy with my tongue. I’m addicted to this woman. “More,” she orders, and I replace my tongue with two fingers.
“Come for me. I need to taste you,” I beg.
I can feel her pussy clench around my fingers, so I suck on her clit until I feel her explode. Her juices drip down her thigh, and I lick her clean. She removes her leg from my shoulder and steadies herself. Then she turns around and faces the mirror, placing her palms against the cool surface, arching her back.
“You didn’t think you were finished, did you?”
I’m so close to blowing my load. I quickly unbutton my jeans. She spreads her legs open for me, without me having to tell her, and I lower my head to her ear. “One day soon, I’m going to fuck this sweet ass of yours.” I place kisses all over her shoulders and back. Feeling her skin pebble at my touch. I line up my hard cock at her entrance, and I bury myself in her.
“I love fucking you raw, baby.” I look up at her gazing at me. Our reflections staring back at us. Her lips parted.
“Pull my hair,” she orders.
I wrap her hair around my hand and fuck her senseless.
“Spank me.”
My hand makes contact with one of her ass cheeks. The red marks make me go wild, so I do it again. She thrives off the pain.
“Harder.” She moans. “Fuck me harder.”
Jesus. I’m close. I pull her up to me. My chest to her back, then I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, while the other hand moves down to her pussy. I pinch her clit, and we both come. I pump into her, not taking my eyes off her. I love seeing her come undone. I love being the reason she does.
It’s barely audible, but I hear her. “Good boy.”
I pull out of her, and our cum drips down her leg. With two fingers inside her pussy, I moan at the sight of what it does to her. The noises she makes. I coat my fingers with our arousal. Without having to ask, she opens her mouth and licks my fingers clean.
“We taste so good together.”
I hook my thumb under her chin and angle her head upward, forcing her to look at herself in the glass before I turn her to face mine. I bring our mouths together and taste us on her lips.
Then I pull back just enough to catch her gaze. “Now, let me see the dresses I bought.”
She blinks, the haze of pleasure clearing as she looks at the racks. “You bought them?” she asks, the surprise softening her voice.
“Every single one,” I say, my hand sliding from her chin to the back of her neck, my grip firm. “They’re all yours. You can try them on here, or we can take them back to your place.” I lean in, my breath ghosting across her ear as I drop my voice to a low, dangerous timbre. “Personally, I’d prefer to fuck you in every one of them.”
