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He left a few other instructions for Georgia, including Raoul’s number if there’d be any security problems, and then we left to his bedroom—hand in hand. I barely made it there because my legs felt weak under me.
“The boxes on the bed are for you, kitten.”
There were three, each different sizes and looking very posh.
“What’s wrong with my dress, Hunter?”
“Amelia, I’m just going to say this once tonight: stop with that Hunter bullshit.” Despite his harsh words, he placed a soft kiss on my nose. “You’re not my buddy.”
What was I then? His lover? His nanny? His kitten?
“I’m sorry, Mr. Knox.”
“Second, nothing is wrong with your dress, but it’s too tame. We’re not going to church. Open the boxes.”
Not knowing where to start, I just went to the first one. As expected, there were clothes inside, but it still was a little bit of a surprise. There were two pieces, both black leather with metallic accents, matching my collar—a corset top and A-line skirt. It was, without a doubt, BDSM attire.
“It’s like one of those French maid costumes,” I whispered, and made Hunter chuckle.
“That’s too much of a cliché for me, kitten. I just want to see you head to toe in leather. Next box now.”
I took the lid off to uncover a pair of stilettos, also in black leather. Poppy would kill to wear these, but I was a little hesitant. The heels were impossibly high and the sole was bloody red. Those were not just shoes, they were seduction weapons.
“You want me to wear them, sir?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Impatient?”
“Anxious.” I exhaled audibly.
“Kitten, just trust me.” He grabbed the last box, the smallest, and went to the door. “Get dressed and I will wait for you by the door.”
“Isn’t that mine too?” I pointed to the package in his hand.
“It is, but I want to put it on you myself.”
Hunter left without another word and I changed from my plain dress into the dominatrix wet dream outfit he picked out for me. Although, I doubted that I would get to dominate anyone tonight.
It was hard to put the clothes on, but I managed, and I gathered my courage to go into the dresser and look at myself in the mirror. The image was staggering. I washot. The dark leather was a contrast against my pale skin, the shoes made me look six feet tall, and because of the corset, my breasts were so high, I could touch them with my tongue. When Hunter said he wanted me to publicly go out in a collar and a kinky costume, I hadn’t expected to feel so beautiful wearing it. That had something to do with Hunter’s preferences. He turned me into his fantasy and I was eager to go and show myself to him. As a last retouch, I let my hair down, remembering how many times he told me he liked that.
I went downstairs and indeed found him by the door walking around, but the moment he saw me, he stopped.
“Damn it, Amelia.”
“What?”
He walked to me and hooked one arm around my waist, smashing his lips over mine. The kiss was overpowering, sucking the breath out of my lungs and replacing it with Hunter’s taste.
“You are too damn beautiful.”
Fireworks exploded under my skin.
“Thank you. You are handsome too, Mr. Knox.”
“So damn sexy.” He growled. “I got hard the moment I walked in and saw you.”
