“We’re ready for you. Right thisway.”
I follow the small brunette into a room at the back of the spa. She places a luxurious robe on the chair and instructs me on what we’ll be doing. Once changed, I’m taken to a private room where the magicbegins.
I’m mannied, peddied, scrubbed, and buffed to perfection. My time ends too soon but then I’m moved to another room where I’m instructed to lie facedown on a table, draped only across mybutt.
The next hour flies entirely too quickly, but I’m feeling refreshed and relaxed when I leave. I almost forget entirely that I’m going to get flogged in a few hours.Almost.
I walk by several shops in our hotel lobby as I’m walking toward the elevator and something in the window of a shop catches myeye.
A showgirl costume. And it ismagnificent.
The black bustier is trimmed in scarlet red with a bow sitting directly between the breasts. Black and red feathers form a skirt across the back and it has a small matching headpiece. The look on the mannequin has been completed with black fishnetstockings.
Hot. Hot.Hot.
Tristan says that I’m to never wear lingerie that he hasn’t chosen, but I think any man would love this. Plus, it’s a costume. It can’t be consideredlingerie.
The urge to wear it for him is overwhelming. I don’t think that I can resist buying it and surprising him by dressing as a burlesqueshowgirl.
When inVegas…
Tristan is a Dom. No one could be more open-minded when it comes to sexual role-playing. Isn’t that what we did yesterday when we pretended to be husband andwife?
I enter the boutique for a closer look at the burlesque outfit, and a saleswoman is by my side immediately, asking how she can help me. “How much is the burlesquecostume?”
“Two thousand dollars and worth every penny. It’s one of a kind, and I assure you that the craftsmanship is excellent. Isn’t itbeautiful?”
Shit! Two grand for that tiny little outfit? I’m not a tight ass when it comes to spending some money, but that seems excessive to me for a bustier andfeathers.
But it is gorgeous. And I think Tristan would love it. I bet none of his other submissives have ever shown up in the bedroom in something like this. “I’ll takeit.”
* * *
I walkout of the bedroom into the living room, and Tristan is talking to someone on his cell. Sounds like a business call. “That’s not acceptable. I’m only in Vegas until nextSunday.”
Tristan takes notice of me and inspects me from head to toe. He winks and mouths, “Beautiful.”
I mouth, “Thankyou.”
He motions with his hand for me to join him on the couch. He inspects my nails and removes my fuck-me pumps so he can see my toes. I giggle when he brings my foot to his mouth and sucks my big toe, all while never missing a beat as he talksbusiness.
If this leads to where it did last time he sucked my toes, I’m going to be on my back getting fucked when he ends this call. And that can’t happen. I want to save it all for tonight when I’m wearing my surprise forhim.
He gives me those eyes—the ones that tell me he wants to do something very dirty as soon as he finishes this call. I shake my head from side to side and mouth, “No.”
Lifting his brows, he counters with a slow nod and look of determination. “Yes.”
“No,” I whisper. “There will be none of that untillater.”
I’m certain that he’ll hate being told no, but he’s just going to have to not like it because I want to save all of the fun for tonight. I want his anticipation to be at itshighest.
“That sounds good, Trevor. I’ll call you in a couple of days, and we’ll discuss itfurther.”
I suspect that he’s ending his call sooner than he would have because of my rejection. “And just whynot?”
“I have something special for you later, and fucking right now will ruinit.”
“Fucking never ruins anything. It makes everythingbetter.”
