I want to agree with him but that spiraling feeling was still coursing through me.
“Are you okay?”
Looking up, I manage a small smile and nod. He doesn’t buy it. Not even for a second.
“If this isn’t the dress, then we can try another store. We can have one custom made if you want. It doesn't matter, you’re beautiful no matter what clothes cover your body.”
A burning sensation tears through my chest and it doesn't stop. Not when he pulls me in. Not when he presses his lips against mine, and not when he walks me backward until my back hits the mirror and his thickening length presses against me. The burning morphs into a white hot need for more.
“Do you want another lesson?” he breathes against my lips.
I nod feverously.
Nolan spins me, pressing my ass against his front, turning me toward the mirror. “I was thinking exhibitionism.” He drags his hands down the sides of my body. “How does that sound?”
The urge to melt into him pulls at my insides and only deepens as he works open-mouth kisses from my shoulder to my neck. Each one stamping a further claim on me. I can’t even grasp a negative word when he starts gathering the thin silk fabric in his hands, dragging it up, exposing my ankles, and then knees, and groans when he realizes I had left my underwear off.
Every touch sends me further away, I’m only faintly aware of the saleswomen talking right outside of the dressing room.
“Nolan,” I try to warn, but it comes out as a needy moan when he cups my entire sex with his palm. There isn’t nearly enough pressure, but his other hand sits like a vice around my hip, keeping me from seeking out any friction.
“Can you be quiet for me?” He slips a finger through as I fervently nod. “So wet already, what a good girl you are.”
This dressing room is not made for two people. With one wall being an entire mirror it feels even smaller but as I stare at his reflection as he works a finger in and out ofme I barely even notice. My eyelids fall in heavy blinks as the dress strains around my chest, with each breath.
“Don’t want another?”
I want anything he’ll give me. And it’s a scary sentiment to even think but one that rings true anytime I get around him.
A breathy ‘please’ manages to escape my mouth without me making the decision. As he works a second finger into me, my next breath catches, stalls, and a deep, chest rattling moan follows it.
“Mrs. Archer, I’ve left another dress out here I think you’ll love.”
My eyes fly open. “I—”
He pulls his hand from me and clasps it over my mouth. “Sh, sh, sh, didn’t I say you need to be quiet?”
I nod against his hand; my eyes lock with his in the mirror, and without missing a beat, he slides the two fingers between my lips. The taste of myself fills my senses as he eases them back out.
“Mrs. Archer, did you hear me?”
“Answer her,” he whispers.
I swallow. “O-okay, thank you,” I say, barely able to keep my voice steady.
“You’re welcome.” Her clicking heels fade down the hallway.
Exhibitionism was on my list as interested, but I didn’t really understand it. The thought of people actually watching me didn’t really seem appealing but this—this sensation of being consumed by a man who wants to watch me fall apart in public and the fact that someone might hear, or know… I’m definitely into.
“I need you, Sweet Girl, will you be good and take all of me?” His voice strains to keep his composure.
Nolan waits for my nod and before pulling the hem of the dress up past my waist. Threads tear as he bends me forward. “Nolan, the dress,” I hiss.
He pushes the head of his cock in, in one fluid motion. “I don’t care about the fucking dress.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. “We’ll buy it and then find you one you really want to wear. I’ll buy you a thousand dresses or a whole fucking store.” Fingers dig into the soft skin around my hips as he guides my body, sliding back into me.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
Apparently the quiet rule is only for me.
