“Why these clothes?” he sounded irritated.
“Well, I talk about some things about our social circles and I’m trying to disguise who I am. I wear a jacket over the corset. Always.” I hesitated, waiting for whatever reaction was about to come out of him.
His eyes moved from my corsets to me. His eyes were intense.
“You will no longer wear these on your account.”
I was frustrated. “What? Why not? I’m covered up. All that can be seen is my neck.”
He leaned down towards me, within a few inches of my face, feeling his warm breath on my lips, making my lick them suddenly. His eyes drifted down to the simple action, his eyes narrowing. His eyes moved slowly back up to mine.
“You will only wear clothes like that for me. In private.” He stared at me, his eyes hard. “Do you understand?”
I gulped, imagining wearing a corset and silky panties for him, and I could feel my face grow warm. Damn him for putting that image in my head. When I was able to focus back on him, I could see a smirk forming. He knew what I was thinking. Asshole.
“Understand,Fiammetta?”His voice was husky now.
I felt my heart flutter. “Yes, Dom. I understand.”
He smiled at me and gently kissed my lips. “Good girl. Now, let’s get this stuff to our room.”
Ourroom. My heart fluttered again. Was this really happening? I didn’t know if I should trust it.
“I will help you find other costumes for your other account. What color is the wig you wear?” he asked, looking me up and down, probably trying to visualize me with another color than my black.
“Auburn. Like you could even picture me as a blond? That would look terrible.” I rolled my eyes.
“I would like to see you in your wig.” His eyes were on me, a glint in his eyes. “Wearing a corset.” He leaned in closer. “On our bed.” His voice dropped on that last thought.
My breath picked up, my heart and stomach fluttering. He suddenly turned back towards my clothes, grabbed a handful of my corsets, and started walking off with them. Before he made it too far, he said over his shoulder, “I’ll have some of the maids help you move things, but no one gets to see these clothes but me.”
I giggled after he disappeared out of the room.
Three nights later, I came to the room to find a box on the bed. I looked at it curiously, so I texted Dom. We had begun to send simple texts throughout the day since we slept together. Mostly just “I’m busy, but call if you need me” or “OMW” texts. It made me laugh that Dom used some of the abbreviations in his texts. I was weirder. I used full sentences. I think it was so people couldn’t find something else to judge me over than they already had.
Me:There’s a box on the bed. Should I be worried?
Dom:Almost home. Wait 5 minutes then open it.
I hesitated.
Me:Ok.
I busied myself with things around the room, then after checking my phone repeatedly every minute, I went to the box. It was a flat box that looked like something you would put a piece of clothing in, like a shirt or sweater. I felt my hands begin to sweat. I unwrapped the ribbon and popped up the lid, hovering it over the top for a moment. Would I like it, whatever it was? Would I hate it? I took a couple of deep breaths, told myself don’t be a coward and moved the lid to the side.
My breath caught, my chest tightened as I saw what was in the box. I didn’t know if this was meant to be a joke. He wouldn’t do that? Would he? But on closer inspection, I realized this one was different. And there was something else with it. I took the part I recognized out. It was a similar, but prettier looking chain that I had been wearing the night Dom found me in that strip club. I had been humiliated standing in front of so many people, dressed like I had been, knowing how people looked at me and spoke about my figure.
I was so lost in the horrible memory, I didn’t hear Dom come up behind me until I felt his hand slide to my waist, pulling up behind me. My breath caught. He leaned his lips to my ear and said in a husky voice. “For you to wear, only for me.”
I turned my head to look up at him, frowning.
“When I saw you wearing that in that damned club, I got so hard.” My mouth fell open. Then his voice hardened. “I was also pissed off knowing all those damned men were looking at what belonged to me.”
I frowned again, shaking my head. “No one was looking at me, Dom.”
He looked at me blankly. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
I looked at him, confused.
