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It made me be brave, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever been brave in the past, just resilient.
It didn’t take bravery to walk naked through a bar full of men. Just a thick skin.
But to go to high-end restaurants, to still retain some elegance, all while showing off skin that made a man’s cock hard? That was a lot more difficult.
Good thing I liked a challenge.
And a good thing that the only man whose dick I wanted hard was this one’s.
“Only you can fuck them though,” I whispered, watching his eyes light up at my words.
“Maybe I’ll fuck them before the event, on the ride over.” His top lip quirked up into a smirk. “Come all over them. People will think it’s that sparkly stuff, what do you call it?”
I laughed a little as my hand traced over my breasts, deep between them. “Highlighter.”
“That’s it.” He clicked his fingers. “Instead, it’d be my cum. What do you think?”
“A new trend,” I purred.
He settled back in the armchair again. “You really do get off on this shit, don’t you?”
I blinked. “Yes.” There was no point in denying it.I did.I wasn’t sure why, but I did. Concern filtered through me though, as my insecurities flared white hot. “Don’t you?”
“Never could trust bitches with my cum. I didn’t want any kids until recently.” He shrugged. “I think we both know I get off on it, Camille. Been waiting a lifetime to claim a woman in as many ways as I’ve claimed you.” Before I could wheeze out a response, he commanded, “Try on the red one.”
I obeyed even as my heart rate picked up.
Been waiting a lifetime to claim a woman in as many ways as I’ve claimed you.
Those words would be imprinted on my soul until the day I died.
Tugging on the dress momentarily shielded my expression, but my game face was back on a few seconds later. The minute I looked in the mirror, I knew he’d pick this one.
The color of blood, it had padded shoulders that gave a deeper slant to the neckline, which somehow revealed more of my chest while exposing less. There was a high slit to the skirt with a ruffle that was lined in silk. It made the skirt drape as I moved, revealing all of my legs with each step I took. It had long blouson cuffs, and made me think of Hollywood glamor back in the thirties.
It also augmented the golden hue of my skin and my blonde hair in a way the black one didn’t.
He crossed his legs at the ankle. “I think we have our winner.”
I smiled, satisfied I’d guessed right.
Satisfied, even more, by his words, ‘Been waiting a lifetime to claim a woman in as many ways as I’ve claimed you.’
Unaware I was still on Cloud Nine, he twirled his hand in a circle, and I followed, turning around too, before he beckoned me forward with his fingers.
A shocked gasp escaped me as he plunged those fingers straight between my legs as he peered at my skirt.
“They’ll see you’re not wearing panties at the gala,” he murmured, raking his fingers over the gusset of the set I had on now. A set he’d only permitted me to wear this morning because I was trying on clothes.
“I-Is that a problem?” I asked shakily, stepping up onto tiptoe as he pushed down, pressing into the folds of my sex in a way that made me wish he’d rub higher up.
“More of a perk of the dress,” he confirmed softly. “Camille?”
“Y-Yes,” I stuttered, my eyes falling closed as he found my clit and started to rub it.
“You’re wet.”
I licked my lips. “I know.” And I did. I was getting more comfortable with my body now he spent so much time focused on it.
