I looked around the very small backseat of the town car. “Here?” He couldn’t be serious.
He shrugged. “Did you not say you would do whatever I asked?”
I bit down on my lip hard. He was right. I had. Gingerly taking the gift, I set it in my lap. My eyes shot to the driver with concern, but Gaven snapped his fingers, dragging my attention back to him. “Don’t worry about him,” he said. “I want those panties on you before we arrive at the dress shop. You’ll wear them for your dress fitting.
I swallowed against a thick throat. He always managed to humiliate me, but we had a verbal contract. This was nothing compared to receiving some of my freedoms back. Taking the fabric the rest of the way out of the bag, I held it up for my view and then set it on the seat next to me.
Thankfully, I’d worn a dress out today. It wasn’t as difficult as it could have been to unbuckle my seat belt and reach under my skirt, hooking my fingers in the waist of my underwear and slipping them down my legs before I reached for the new lingerie. As I lifted it again, though, I felt something hard in the center.
“What—”
“Now, Angel,” Gaven insisted, “my patience is wearing thin.”
With a grunt, I snapped a glare his way and then bent over, fitting the leg holes to my feet and pulling them up. I winced and tugged. They were the right size, but something wasn’t quite right with them. They felt heavier than regular underwear. I shifted uncomfortably in the seat, and when I reached for the old pair, his hand made it before mine.
I watched as he lifted my panties to his face, turning the crotch—which I knew would be slightly wet because, in spite of myself, it always was around him—to his mouth and nose. Heinhaled deeply, closing his eyes with the movement, and then they reopened, centered on me.
“Aren’t you going to thank me for your gift?” he asked casually as if he hadn’t just done something so embarrassing as sniffing my underwear. He tucked the small scrap of fabric into his pocket and then looked at me expectantly.
“Thank you,” I bit out, glaring at the lace as if it was the cause of my entire situation. It was suffocating in the small interior of his car, especially with the intensity of his focus centered squarely on me. The longer I sat there, the more unusual my thoughts became. I squirmed as images flashed into my mind. I tried to force them away, but it was difficult. He was so close, so near, and he smelled … like something wild and deadly.
A deal with the devil … had it truly been the right choice?
Chapter 15
Angel
Istood in the bathroom of the bridal shop and shifted restlessly as I washed my hands. The underwear Gaven had given me molded to my pussy and cupped me in a way that made me viscerally aware that I was wearing something a little bit different than usual. I couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason why they were so heavy by comparison. Whatever it was, it felt like a little bead between my legs, nestled right against my clit, and I had no doubt it was purposeful.
Asshole,I thought to myself. At the same time, a shiver chased down my spine as I shut off the tap, dried my hands, and headed for the exit. Every step reminded me that they were there. I accepted it, though, because in the end, I’d elicited that promise from him. It couldn’t be all that bad—I was attracted to him, after all, and I wasn’t adverse to children. I just … wanted a bit of normalcy too. If he was willing to give me that, then I could conform for now.
Wearing Gaven’s gift as I strode through the bridal shop made me feel deviant, almost as if I were walking naked down a sidewalk. I doubted that others realized just how dominating and possessive Gaven Belmonte truly was. I bet he liked knowing that I was wearing something he'd purchased for me.More than that, I think he liked the idea that it was such anintimatepiece of clothing.
The constant sensation against me made the memory of hispunishmentthat much more prominent when I’d been trying my damned hardest not to think about it.My pussy and nipples were still sore. Maybe another woman would have been cowed, but I couldn’t be. I refused.
"Dear, are you feeling alright?" I stopped in front of the attendant as she frowned my way, examining my face. "You appear quite flushed."
I coughed, my face heating even further. "I'm fine," I lied. "It's nothing."
"Are you sure?" She was an older woman with graying hair at her temples pulled back into a tight bun on her head. Her demeanor made it clear that she'd likely mothered many young women who came into her shop. She didn't hesitate to step forward and lift a hand to lightly touch the top of my forehead.
Behind her, I saw Gaven's smirk as he took us in, and I glared at him as I stepped away from the attendant and nodded. "I swear," I insisted, forcing a smile. "I'm fine."
"All right, well, you let me know if you're feeling dizzy. This is a lot to take in, and I hear that you'll be married quite soon," she replied. "Let's hurry and find that dress. The dress of your dreams!"
I marched after her as the attendant flitted forward, glancing back when Gaven withdrew his cell from his pocket as it rang and put it to his ear. Even though he was barking into the phone, his eyes followed me the entire way, making me hyper-aware of every move I made. As if I needed another reason to be so fucking conscious of him.
The attendant—Marie as her name tag read—helped me sort through various dresses. I stood stiffly at her side as we rifled through the backroom racks. She chattered on, looking me upand down as she tried to select dresses—according to her—that would flatter my figure. I didn’t care if it flattered me at all. In fact, if I had my way, I’d wear the most hideous dress known to man as I was forced down the aisle into Gaven Belmonte’s arms.
I wanted other men to pity him for having to marry me. Unfortunately, I knew with him here, that wouldn’t be allowed. I had to pick my battles, and a dress was not one I was willing to waste energy on. Finally, Marie decided on three pieces to take back to the dressing room—one in cream, one in white, and one in off-white lace.
“Alright, you go ahead and try those on,” Marie said as she hooked them on the tops of the dressing room door and the hooks placed around the room. “Give me a call if you need help lacing up and we’ll go from there.”
“Thanks,” I muttered as she left the room and I was alone to face the reality I found myself in.
With a scowl, I grabbed the first dress on the hooks and flopped it across the lounge at the back of the room before I stripped. I shifted uncomfortably at the weird sensation of my new panties but grabbed onto the dress and slipped into it anyway. It was pretty, though slightly plain. Turning this way and that, my head tilted as I eyed the dress in the mirror. The fit felt awkward on my waist and hips, so I quickly stripped out of it and shoved it onto the lounge before reaching for the next.
I was halfway through getting the third dress on after the second one wouldn't even make it up my hips when the doorknob jiggled. Without thinking, I reached up and turned it as I pulled the short straps of the dress up my arms.
