runs his
fingertips up and down the side of my skin, never taking his gaze away from me
the entire time.
I force myself to
slow my heart race down. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing
that this is turning me on in any way. I see a smirk creep onto his face and a
flash of annoyance creeps through me when I realize I’m too late, he’s already well
too aware of what he’s doing to me.
“Austin,” I
whisper, not trusting myself to talk fully.
He doesn’t answer,
choosing instead of take his hands and run them up and down my legs a few times
before popping the button on my shorts open. He uses his fingertips to tease my
skin around the fabric slowly, waiting for what feels like forever to finally
slip them off.
I suddenly feel
nervous standing in front of him in just my bra and panties, I know it’s silly
since just a few days ago I was having sex with him. But still… here… and
now…it just felt weird.
He looks my body
up and down with his intense and beautiful gaze, enjoying every second. I put
my hands over my chest as a immediate reaction and he immediately yanks my
hands down to the side of my body, enjoying the power he has over me.
He yanks me toward
him, aggressive now, and I can’t help but gasp. He smiles at that then yanks my
underwear down and kicks them across the floor. He holds the yellow material
out for me to step into and I obey, letting him take his time sliding them up
my body. Next he unsnaps my bra effortlessly, disregarding it the same way he
did with my underwear seconds earlier.
He doesn’t slip
the yellow bra on me right away, instead enjoying the fact that he gets to look
at my boobs for as long as he wants.
“Nathan,” I say,
looking away from his piercing gaze. “This is wrong.”
He smirks, taking
the yellow bra and slipping them over my boobs and reaching around my back to
buckle it. “Yeah? It feels really wrong,” he jokes as he runs his fingers over
one of my boobs through the fabric.
I feel myself
starting to turn red and force myself to regain my composure for about the
millionth time since we walked into the dressing room. I hated myself for even
agreeing to this plan. Hated myself for going along with any of Austin’s sick
games that fed his need for power. But it was for Ethan. It was so I could have
a chance with the man that I really wanted. The man I had always wanted.
“Turn around,” he
demands.
I sigh and then
swing my body around in a circle for him.
Austin shakes his
head. “No. Do it again, slower.”
I meet his gaze
for a second but don’t move.
“Again,” he tells
me, challenging me. “Slower.”
I obey him,
knowing that giving him attitude won’t change the fact that I’m going to eventually
do what he says anyway.
The whole routine
continues for the next twenty minutes or so. Austin helping me put on multiple
pairs of undergarments and sexy lingerie to make sure that he likes the way
they look on me. The whole thing is a total waste of time since of course he
ends up liking every single thing he picked out, just like I knew he would.
Under normal circumstances I would welcome someone taking me to the mall and
spending hundreds of dollars on new things for me but not like this, not under
these circumstances.
Finally, we’re
down to the last thing I have to try on. It’s a little orange thong and
matching silk bra with a diamond border on it. It’s something I would never
even consider wearing on my own but Austin is obsessed with it. He keeps making
me turn around over and over again and telling me how sexy I look.
“Sexy? I look more
like a stripper,” I tell him, annoyed.
“Mm,” Austin
moans. “My stripper.”
I roll my eyes.
“Okay. Are we done? Can I get dressed now?” I start to gather my clothes from
where Austin disreguarded them all over the small
space so I can get dressed and get the hell out of there. I was trying to tell
myself that it was because he was becoming more and more annoying and
fingertips up and down the side of my skin, never taking his gaze away from me
the entire time.
I force myself to
slow my heart race down. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing
that this is turning me on in any way. I see a smirk creep onto his face and a
flash of annoyance creeps through me when I realize I’m too late, he’s already well
too aware of what he’s doing to me.
“Austin,” I
whisper, not trusting myself to talk fully.
He doesn’t answer,
choosing instead of take his hands and run them up and down my legs a few times
before popping the button on my shorts open. He uses his fingertips to tease my
skin around the fabric slowly, waiting for what feels like forever to finally
slip them off.
I suddenly feel
nervous standing in front of him in just my bra and panties, I know it’s silly
since just a few days ago I was having sex with him. But still… here… and
now…it just felt weird.
He looks my body
up and down with his intense and beautiful gaze, enjoying every second. I put
my hands over my chest as a immediate reaction and he immediately yanks my
hands down to the side of my body, enjoying the power he has over me.
He yanks me toward
him, aggressive now, and I can’t help but gasp. He smiles at that then yanks my
underwear down and kicks them across the floor. He holds the yellow material
out for me to step into and I obey, letting him take his time sliding them up
my body. Next he unsnaps my bra effortlessly, disregarding it the same way he
did with my underwear seconds earlier.
He doesn’t slip
the yellow bra on me right away, instead enjoying the fact that he gets to look
at my boobs for as long as he wants.
“Nathan,” I say,
looking away from his piercing gaze. “This is wrong.”
He smirks, taking
the yellow bra and slipping them over my boobs and reaching around my back to
buckle it. “Yeah? It feels really wrong,” he jokes as he runs his fingers over
one of my boobs through the fabric.
I feel myself
starting to turn red and force myself to regain my composure for about the
millionth time since we walked into the dressing room. I hated myself for even
agreeing to this plan. Hated myself for going along with any of Austin’s sick
games that fed his need for power. But it was for Ethan. It was so I could have
a chance with the man that I really wanted. The man I had always wanted.
“Turn around,” he
demands.
I sigh and then
swing my body around in a circle for him.
Austin shakes his
head. “No. Do it again, slower.”
I meet his gaze
for a second but don’t move.
“Again,” he tells
me, challenging me. “Slower.”
I obey him,
knowing that giving him attitude won’t change the fact that I’m going to eventually
do what he says anyway.
The whole routine
continues for the next twenty minutes or so. Austin helping me put on multiple
pairs of undergarments and sexy lingerie to make sure that he likes the way
they look on me. The whole thing is a total waste of time since of course he
ends up liking every single thing he picked out, just like I knew he would.
Under normal circumstances I would welcome someone taking me to the mall and
spending hundreds of dollars on new things for me but not like this, not under
these circumstances.
Finally, we’re
down to the last thing I have to try on. It’s a little orange thong and
matching silk bra with a diamond border on it. It’s something I would never
even consider wearing on my own but Austin is obsessed with it. He keeps making
me turn around over and over again and telling me how sexy I look.
“Sexy? I look more
like a stripper,” I tell him, annoyed.
“Mm,” Austin
moans. “My stripper.”
I roll my eyes.
“Okay. Are we done? Can I get dressed now?” I start to gather my clothes from
where Austin disreguarded them all over the small
space so I can get dressed and get the hell out of there. I was trying to tell
myself that it was because he was becoming more and more annoying and
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