AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Alastair groaned. “You. Look. Edible.”
I am edible. You can totally eat me.
The straight edge of the corset crossed my chest just below my nipples and shoved them upward in an entrancing way.
“Yes, Sir.”
Alastair walked to the settee and picked up the lacy panties. He returned to me and knelt.
“Lift your foot,” he said, as he glanced up. “You can use my head to steady yourself.”
I was honestly happy to be allowed to touch him. I rested a hand on his curls to balance as I lifted one foot then the other. Alastair slid the white panties up my legs and tucked my balls and swelling cock into them as I tried, unsuccessfully, not to moan.
Next, he drew a stocking up each leg and attached it to the garter straps that hung from the corset. Then he helped me into the delicate little bloomers. When he’d finished, he stood and admired his handiwork.
“Oh, fuck, Toby,” Alastair breathed, pursing his lips in a way that made me wonder if I was about to get that spanking.
Chapter Fourteen
Shenanigans
In his faded jeans, with his shirt untucked and half unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, Alastair looked hotter than I’d even imagined when I’d pictured him here with one of his boy toys.
Being in a formal position of dominance brought out a fascinating and arousing confidence and competence in Alastair that I ate up. He seemed at home, with me at his service in my lacy panties and corset. I’m sure his fuckboys had appreciated it, too, but I knew by now how sweet Alastair could be, how vulnerable and kind and thoughtful he genuinely was. Still, there was something absolutely irresistible about the way he assumed control and went about the business of dominance in a singularly casual and pragmatic way.
I realized I was staring at him in a dreamy way when he cocked his head and said, “What?”
“You’re…you’re more at home here than I expected, Sir.”
“Meaning?”
“You know what you’re doing.”
Alastair only smiled and brought me the kimono.
“You can lower your arms,” he said.
He helped me into the robe and tied the belt in a casual knot.
“There,” he said, and stepped back.
I stood there, feeling beautiful and outrageously feminine in my finery.
“Toby, you look totally fuckable,” Alastair said, eyeing me up and down. “I wish we had your little brown shoes.” He sighed with regret. “Arrange yourself on the settee, please. Look seductive.”
I tried to be graceful as I did my best to lounge in an alluring way on the velvet cushions of the settee.
“With your permission, I’d like to take some photos,” Alastair said.
“Uh…I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that, Sir,” I said, hating to disappoint him. But it was one of the rules I had and maybe I should have put that in my hard limits. I never let anyone take photos of me without my clothes on—or with very minimal clothes on. Basically, in sexual situations. Definitely not inthisroom.
“All right. Thank you for telling me,” he said. “Can we pretend?”
“Yes, of course, Sir,” I said.
“Thank you. Just pose for me. That’s all.”
Alastair stepped forward to arrange the folds of the kimono. Then he stepped back and stood with his arms crossed as my heart beat frantically and my cock bubbled with anticipation.
