“You look lovely in pink.”
My cheeks heated, but I forced my gaze up under my eyelashes.
Sabastian stood there, not stepping any closer as he looked me over. “We’ll see if we can find you some shirts you like that are in your size while we’re out, too. Or well, me some clothes that you can keep stealing.”
“Sorry. I can go change.” I rushed the words out, moving to take a step, but then paused.
“You can wear what you have on, Oakley. You look good. Just…please make sure to have underwear on.”
I nodded, but I wasn’t sure he saw it. He set the shoes by the doorway before leaving, muttering something I didn’t catch.
Right…underwear. I looked down, not seeing anything that would need that part of the cloth on, but if Sabastian wanted me to wear them, I would.
In the bedroom, I heard the man in the closet while I dug through the dresser. The underwear I assumed was for me was in the top drawer, and I picked a white pair, slipping them on.
I got the skirt righted, letting it swoosh around my legs, right as Sabastian came out of the closet.
“We’ll run into people I know.” That was a good warning. “I won’t be able to explain to them how we met, or who you are to me.”
I tilted my head. What was I to him, exactly?
“You’re my friend. They will all make up their conclusions to that, which is better than whatever I could come up with.”
So they could think I was his slut? Was that what this was all going to lead to anyway? Maybe it’d be better if I didn’t go out, then.
“You’re my Oakley, my friend, and I won’t let anything happen to you. No one but me can touch you.”
“Okay.” If he said so.
“What are you thinking, dear boy?”
He didn’t need to know that. I shook my head, moving to get the shoes. As I walked, I forgot how underwear had felt against my skin. These weren’t tight, exactly, but kind of annoying as the seams dug into my skin.
I’d get used to them, though. I always did when Sir wanted me to wear different things.
“What…what did you do with….the thing….that was on me when you got me?” The thing that caged up my small dick, the thing that wasn’t needed. I had noticed that the blisters had fully healed now, and maybethat was why Sabastian wanted me to be more clothed now.
“Trash.”
“Oh.” I figured he’d have kept it.
“Cock cages are a wonderful toy, but not for someone that has no idea of his wants and needs.”
Another deep blush blossomed. I could feel it travel down my neck this time. My dick, which I thought was long dead, twitched awake. At least it didn’t get hard and hadn’t for quite some time. I was pretty sure Sir had broken it. Which was for the best anyway.
“Are you ready?”
As ready as I’ll ever be, I thought. So, I nodded, not meeting his gaze.
“One thing,” he walked closer, taking ahold of my hand, and with the other forced my head up to meet his eyes with a single finger under my chin. “You have to tell me if you get overwhelmed. Tell me when anything gets too much. Either tell me the color ‘yellow’ or pinch my arm gently. If you are close to panicking, then ‘red’.”
Chapter 30
Oakley
I knew that I shouldn’t be happy to be out of the house, since Sir had always been clear that my place was in the house, but I was. The smallest bit of joy settled in my gut, like this alone was a gift.
The cloudless sky seemed endless, and reminded me just how far away from other people Sabastian lived.
