Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Abby sighed. “I am no good at being a Domme.”
He laughed. “Well, you’re not a total loss.”
She perked up. “I’m not?”
“You definitely have erotic pain figured out. I think your little kitten claws might have drawn blood on my thighs.”
She smiled. “You liked it.”
“I fucking loved it. And clearly I should let you be on top more because you go from a kitten to an unleashed tiger.” He turned her head toward him and kissed her on the mouth. “I knew my fiery redhead was in there somewhere.”
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Tex dutifully held Abby’s purse again while she took an armful of bra and panty sets into the fitting room. He smiled politely at Megan who grinned back but kept her distance. He appreciated that. He’d been in here before, with Slick. It was where he bought the garter belt set for Abby when she agreed to try the non-consent weekend.
During that visit, Megan had been extremely flirtatious, despite Tex having made repeated comments about needing something for his girlfriend, though he’d never mentioned Abby by name. But on this visit, the second Megan had caught sight of Abby coming through the door Mark had been holding open for her, Megan had become a consummate professional. She wasn’t above flirting a little to make a sale, apparently, but drew the line at alienating the man’s significant other right to her face. Tex was grateful that Megan was keeping a polite distance from him out of deference to Abby.
He spied a white corset on a metal wire torso on display to the side. “Megan,” he said, gaining the attention of the seamstress. She hurried right over. “Do you have anything like this in Abby’s size?” he asked.
Megan smiled. “Yes. Absolutely. I’ll get them!” she said and weaved her way through racks and displays, disappearing behind the large screen. She returned several minutes later, arms full. She laid out the corsets on the sales counter. Tex looked each one over thoroughly. There was a nice blue one with black trim that he liked. The white one had too much lace on it for his taste. There was a red crushed velvet with see through black lace laid over the bodice that he liked as well, but his eyes were drawn to the black one. Megan followed his gaze. She picked it up.
“This one is classic,” she told him. “The pinstriping makes it work with a skirt or trouser suit. It has a full bust that sits a little higher to look more professional, but I cut a bit of a sweetheart dip for it so it still looks feminine. It has steel hooks on the front for decoration, but it’s fully laced in the back.” She turned it over to show him. “So it can be worn over a silk blouse.”
Mark nodded and picked up the red one next. “This one also laces in the back,” she told him. “But the hooks in front are functional, too. So she can put it on herself.”
At this point Abby emerged from the fitting room. Mark looked up at her. “Try this on for me, please.” He added the ‘please’ because his mother raised a gentleman, but there was no mistaking the tone in his voice. He’d let her have her day, without complaint or interference by him, but he’d seen what he wanted and he was going to get it.
Abby nodded and set down the garments she had in her arms. She took the corset from him. “Yes, Mark,” she replied.
He smiled. He knew the ‘Mark’ was for Megan and the true meaning behind it was “Yes, Sir.”
Megan accompanied her to the fitting room to help her get it on and Abby stepped out in a pair of black panties and the red corset. His cock started to harden. The bustline was low, revealing the creamy swells of her perfect breasts. The laces were cinched to accentuate her hourglass figure. It sat slightly low on the hips.
He loved having her naked most of the time, but there wasn’t anything wrong with having her on display in other ways. Especially looking so lush and feminine like she did right now. Part of him wished her hair was down, but other, more rational parts of him knew it wasn’t a good idea to put that much temptation in front of him.
He nodded to himself and picked up the pinstriped corset. He set it down on top of the pile Abby had placed on the counter. “We’ll take these,” he said, indicating the pile. Then he pointed at the corset Abby was wearing. “And that one.” He took out his wallet and set his debit card down on the counter.
Abby hesitated before heading back to the fitting room. “Mark.”
He gave her a stern look. “You pay for lunch.”
To her credit, she didn’t argue with him in front of the shopkeeper. “Okay,” she replied and returned to the fitting room to change.