Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Hey—don’t I get a say?” I asked, frowning up at Slade.
“Sure, baby. Pick anything you want. But first I want to see you in these.”
The sales attendant had already gathered a whole pile of clothes, which she had hanging over one arm.
“This way to the dressing rooms,” she said brightly, smiling at us.
Slade and I followed her to a luxurious side room carpeted in some kind of pink fur. There was a large circular platform in the center of the room. Mounted behind it was a 3-D viewer that would show the person standing on the pedestal from all angles.
Ranged in a ring around the central pedestal and the viewer were a number of dressing rooms, each with its own separate privacy door. The saleslady led us to the far door and opened it, showing a room with its own mirror and a padded bench to sit on. There were rows of hooks on the wall where she hung Slade’s choices. Then she nodded at us and told us to call for her—(her name was Belonda)—if we needed anything else.
I expected to go into the dressing room alone, but to my surprise, Slade came in with me.
“Hey, I’d like some privacy!” I protested as he shut the door behind us.
“Well, that’s too bad because you’re not going to get it,” he growled. “Besides, I’ve already seen you naked, Princess. I washed and dried your beautiful body and made you come last night—what are you ashamed of?”
I could feel my cheeks getting hot at his dirty talk but I tried not to let it bother me.
“I’m just not used to getting undressed in front of people,” I pointed out.
“Well, I’m not ‘people’—I’m your husband,” he growled. “Besides, you might need me to help you with buttons or zips.”
He settled himself on the padded bench and I saw that there was no budging him. I wished I could get him out of the dressing room, but I sensed it wasn’t going to happen. Thank goodness I had worn my good underwear—a set of matching beige lace bra and panties.
“Fine,” I said, turning my back on him and beginning to pull off the dress I was wearing. “Hand me that first one, will you?”
Slade obligingly handed me the red dress he’d chosen and, as he had promised, helped me do up the back after I had wiggled into it.
“Well, look at you,” he growled, when I finally had it on. “Fucking gorgeous. Especially now that I can see all your curves.”
You certainly could see them—much too much as far as I was concerned. The red dress was much tighter than anything I had ever worn back home. I tugged at it, trying to loosen it up some so it didn’t show so much but it was no good—it clung to me like a second skin. Also it showed a shocking amount of cleavage.
“This is too tight!” I protested to Slade, who was standing behind me, watching me in the mirror. “And the skirt is too short, too!”
“It comes down almost to your knees,” he pointed out. “That’s longer than a lot of the fashions here on ‘Sin World.’”
“Well what about the neckline?” I demanded, pointing at my cleavage.
“What about it, baby?” he rumbled. He came to stand behind me and reached around to cup my breasts. “Goddess, it makes me want to pull down this dress and suck your ripe nipples all over again,” he growled in my ear. As he spoke, he lightly thumbed my nipples, making me squirm as sparks of pleasure ran straight down to my cunny.
“Stop, Slade!” I protested, but I wasn’t trying to pull away, even though I knew I ought to. “This is a public store!”
“Which is why I’m not feeling you up out in the middle of the clothing aisle,” he pointed out. “We’re in a private little place, all our own. Why can’t I touch my wife?”
There it was again—the possessive note in his deep voice when he said, “my wife” made me go weak in the knees for some reason. I tried to tell myself I was being ridiculous and I shouldn’t like it when he called me that, but somehow I couldn’t quite make myself believe it.
But the way he was touching me was really affecting my body. I had to bite back a moan when he gently pinched my aching nipples. I was afraid I was beginning to feel The Need again and I didn’t want that happening when we were out in public!
“I…I thought we were here to shop,” I panted, wiggling against him. “But I’ve only tried on one…one dress.”
“All right, you have a point.” He released my breasts and took a step back. “It’s just that I’ve waited so many years to have you, Princess—now that I’ve got you, I want to be touching and tasting you all the fucking time.”