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“When you tell me where we are.” I stuck my chin up in defiance.
“Evie...” he growled. I huffed, but shivered when I felt his breath on my neck and I’m lifted my arms up.
“Good girl,” Cory whispered in my ear before he pulled my silk blouse up and off, the heat building in my core betrayed my supposed annoyance.
Cory lowered my hands and kissed my neck, unbuttoning my pants and hooking his fingers into my panties before he pushed both down at once, making them puddle at my feet. At his request, I removed my shoes and stepped out of my clothes. Cory’s hands trailed around my body to my back, where he snapped my bra open, making me smile.
“You’re getting better at that.” I wagged my eyebrows, unsure if he could even see them. He chuckled darkly at my comment and the low vibrations went straight to my pussy. I tried to rub my legs together to make some friction as subtly as I could, not that I could keep my arousal from him. I’m sure he could feel it through the bond and smell it with his damn alpha nose.
Cory pulled my hair back suddenly, making me feel the sting before he massaged my scalp. I sighed and leaned back against him for a moment. He took a step back, then I felt him braiding my hair and tying it at the end. He wrapped the long braid around his hand and gave it a tug, the pain he caused making me moan. He let go of my hair, his fingers caressing the base of my scalp again before disappearing from my body altogether. I heard him rustling through something a few feet away before he came back to stand in front of me.
“Leg up,” he ordered, tapping my left leg gently. I did as was told. Though I was tempted to disobey again, I really wanted to see what the fuck was going on and I could feel Cory’s happiness through the bond every time I obeyed, so I decided to be a good girl for now.
I felt lace touch my ankle and he guided my foot back down. “Other leg,” he commanded, and we repeated the motion. I felt the lace pulled up my body, until a pair of panties were on my hips, but there was an odd weight on the back and the front.
“Raise your arms in front of you.” Cory’s command was a rough whisper now and I could feel his fingers trailing my body without actually touching it, frustrating and arousing me while my curiosity helped me submit to his commands.
The weight in the front lifted and I felt the straps of a bra come up my arms, Cory’s hand caressing them as he pulled it to my body. There was lace against the front of my torso now, covering the area around my belly button all the way up my breasts; leaving my sides exposed. I helped him hook the bra closed, and then he adjusted my breasts inside the cups, his thumbs brushing over the hard nipples as he did. As arousing as the motions were, I didn’t think adjusting my breasts would matter. The lacy cups felt like they barely cradled my breasts up from underneath, and the cup material stopped just above my nipple. One wrong jump and these babies would pop out.
Cory moved to my back now. The small weird weight on my back lifted and I felt two strings cross on my back before he hooked them to the band of the bra. I heard Cory’s steps coming slowly toward the front before he stopped and was quiet for a minute.
“You’re so gorgeous, Evie,” he whispered reverently, making my stomach flutter and heat spread through my body. I liked that he thought I was pretty, despite my few extra pounds and soft stomach. “You’ve let the words that woman said to you get into your head for so long they became what you thought of yourself when you looked in the mirror. I’m going to prove both of you wrong,” he said, a sharp edge of anger in his voice at the end. Before I could say anything to argue, he ordered, “Arms up.”
I considered for a moment arguing about what he said, but decided to comply instead. I could tell Cory had a point to make and I would figure it out soon enough. I felt a light, soft material placed on me. It ended halfway down my thighs, and I could feel the material splitting open on each side as Cory adjusted it on my body.
“I’m removing the blindfold, but you’re going to keep your eyes closed,” he instructed, a low growl of warning following his order. This entire process was turning me on more than I thought it should, and I didn’t even know where we were yet.
I felt the blindfold removed and I was so tempted to sneak a peek, but I was trying desperately to be good for him.
“It’s so hard for you to be a good girl, isn’t it?” Cory could always see right through me. His warm breath was on my neck before he placed a kiss on his mark and I felt the moisture between my legs increase and a small whimper leave my mouth. He chuckled, taking the whimper as my answer. I felt another blindfold cover my face and I opened my eyes, only to shut them again immediately. It wasn’t a blindfold, it was a mask.
“Too hard, maybe,” he chuckled darkly, catching me.
“I didn’t know it was a mask, I thought it was another blindfold,” I argued, reaching out to touch him. My hand connected with bare flesh, the sparks catching me by surprise and I let out a moan.
“Fuck Evie, you’re making this so hard,” Cory groaned as he adjusted the mask on my face. I could feel the stickiness around the outline of it, gluing it to my face. I let my hand run down until I hit the cloth covering his lower half. I continued downward until I reached the hard outline of his cock under the material and I smirked when I felt him draw in a sharp breath when I applied pressure with the palm of my hand to his hard cock.
“I like you hard, Studmuffin,” I whispered, feeling his cock jump under my hand. Cory gave a strangled moan before he cleared his throat and took a step back.
“This is where things get a little dicier, Little Pokémon.”
“What do you mean?”
“I need your complete trust.”
“You—”
“This is going to test everything in you. It will want you screaming at me in rage and asking me to let you out. We can end this anytime. If you ask me to. If you use your safe word. But I hope you don’t use it to leave before you give it a chance. I want to do this with you, to you, for you.” His words were confusing me the more he talked, but I continued to listen instead of asking more questions. “I need you to see. I know you believe me when I tell you I think you’re gorgeous, but I also know you think it’s biased and untrue for the general population. I need you to see that I’m not the only person who sees you.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
“I need you to see how beautiful you are. Will you let me show you?” he asked, a desperation to his voice I wasn’t used to hearing.
“I don’t think I’m ugly, Cory.”
“I know, but ‘ugly’ isn’t the mentality I’m trying to dispel here.” I hesitated to agree to something I didn’t know, but I trusted Cory with my life. I could trust him with my self-esteem, which I would still argue wasn’t as low as he thought it was.
“I trust you, Cory. Do whatever you want to me,” I said.
