There was a moment of silence in which we both finally noticed what the other was wearing and the vibe of the room shifted.
Having him take his shirt off was a terrible idea. I didn’t have many fetishes, but as bizarre as it was, suspenders drove me wild. Seeing his perfectly sculpted naked torso in suspenders was almost my undoing.
I reached for them without meaning to and had to cover the move by straightening his bow tie, which put us unbearably close. “You kind of look like a stripper and I don’t want anyone to get ideas. Lose the bow tie and you’ll be good.”
“Wanna see my moves?” He gyrated his hips as he pulled the tie off. It was supposed to be silly, but it made his abs flex and roll. I felt like a cartoon character trying not to drool.
Damn him. He would need to be punished.
“Will you help me with this?” I asked innocently, holding up the bottle of lube.
He did a double take when he realized what it was. “Uh, yeah, I can help you. Where…um…what do you need me to do with this?”
“My dress. It’s latex. I need you to rub it down with lube.”
He poured a liberal amount onto his hand and reached toward me, asking, “Like this?”
“Yes, please.” I pulled my hair up and out of the way, keeping my arms raised to give him full access. “Just coat the whole thing. It makes it shine and stops it from sticking, so don’t miss anywhere or it’ll look weird.”
Like a gentleman, he wiped it over my stomach and around my waist first, rubbing down the material at the tops of my thighs where the dress ended. He circled around to the back of me, distributing some more and setting the bottle down so he could rub his hands together. He was becoming less timid and I was getting flushed with desire.
He swiped across my shoulder blades and down to my lower back, inching over my ass. He didn’t cup or squeeze more than was necessary to lube the dress, but I wanted him to.
As he reached the edge, I shifted back into his touch almost imperceptibly, making his fingertips brush the spot where my thighs met my ass cheek.
I held my breath when he got more lube from the bottle. He stayed behind me while he swept his hands under my arms and across my breasts. I had essentially given him permission to grope me without thinking it through. My stomach clenched as he rubbed over my nipples. If there had been any doubt, now he would have to be aware that there was absolutely nothing under this dress. He teased his fingers over the hard peaks, the thin latex doing nothing to diminish the sensation. Abruptly, he pulled away.
When he held his hands up in question, I pointed him to the kitchen to wash them.
“Ready?” I asked when he returned.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Seriously, if you call me ma’am again, I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but it’s not going to be pretty.”
He stalked toward me, tugging on his suspenders. “If you deliberately make it clear you aren’t wearing panties before we go out in public again, I’m not sure what I’m going to do either, but I’d like to find out.”
When he tried to act the role of Lucas Steel, there was absolutely no sign of the latent easy dominance he was giving me now. He was a natural if he could just learn to trust that and stop trying to pretend.
“What?” I bit my lip in a show of fake innocence. “Last time you seemed so desperate to know, so I spared you the mystery tonight.”
If he kept looking at me like that while holding his suspenders, I was going to fuck him on my living room floor and that was a bad plan. “Let’s get going. We can talk about protocol on the way.”
I pulled a leather trench coat on over my dress that I wasn’t worried about getting a little lube on and we got in Alex’s car.
“The party is at Reaper’s house. He’s a central part of the scene and throws the wildest but most exclusive parties at his place. You have to be personally approved by him to be on the list.” When he looked like he was going to interrupt, I explained, “You’re with me, so you’ll be fine. It’s not a masquerade, but you won’t be the only one in a mask. There’s a strict no-cameras, no-phones policy, but it’s better to play it safe. This goes beyond roughening up your image. It’s possible some people will make the connection between us, but it’s a group that values privacy.
“Don’t touch anyone, don’t engage with anyone unless necessary, and defer to me. You don’t know protocol and if you offend someone it’ll reflect poorly on me. Please don’t make me regret trusting you.”
“Yes, my lady,” he said earnestly, surprising me.
I considered how to explain Reaper, the man who’d both helped me to learn who I was and then stripped it away by breaking my heart. I hoped we wouldn’t run into him, but since the party was at his house, that was a long shot. Alex didn’t need to know the details. “About Reaper…I don’t even know where to start. Avoid interacting with him if you can, but you’ll be the hottest person there and thus a magnet for our illustrious host. Reaper is basically what would happen if David Bowie had a love child with a Disney villain.”
“Is he into dudes?” he asked, giving away just how limited his view of sexuality was.
“He would best be described as aggressively pansexual. Just try not to draw too much attention to yourself and whatever you do, don’t make a scene.”
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