Page 21 of Owned By the Bratva

Mila sighed, taking hold of my chin as I tried to lower my gaze again. Her hazel eyes were filled with a warmth I had not seen before. “If he doesn’t want you, he’s a fool. But I’ll help you if you want?”

Hearing her say these things brought a gentle smile to my lips. Mila jumped up, rushing to the door, then stopped and turned back. “I think I know what we need to do. I’ll dress you up, emphasizing your curves and he won’t be able to resist you. How does that sound?”

Grinning at her, I nodded, and with that, she turned and left the room. I went to the bathroom feeling slightly better. After rinsing my face, I stared into the mirror. My mind ran back to my first experience with oral sex. It brought a bigger smile to my lips as I squeezed my legs together.

His touch was so perfect. I didn’t understand how he couldn’t be interested. “It’s not you, dear,” I said to my reflection. “You are perfect in every way.” Rinsing my face again, I used the fluffy hand towel to dry away the last remnants of my tears.

Hearing the door open again, I headed back to the room. Mila was standing at the door waving a credit card. “You ready to go shopping?”

“I guess,” I replied shyly as I followed her out.

The shopping took us all morning. On our way back, we stopped at a small diner close to their mansion for lunch. On our return, I was surprised to find the place clear of visible life. We took the clothes up to the spare room. Mila felt it would be better to use the closets in there.

“Now then,” Mila said as she sat down in the chair by the table. “Pick something and put it on so we can see what it looks like on you. I’m going to help you feel like the woman you can be.”

I wasn’t too sure about the outfits she chose, but I was willing to try anything. She insisted on some make-up and jewelry as well. When I tried to check the prices, she took the tags and told me to stop fussing. I felt sure all these had to be a small fortune, but Mila insisted I not worry about the cost.

Shaking my head, I took a black skirt and white top out, holding them against me. “No, no, something more alluring. Try the pink dress, I like that one.”

Turning back to the closet, I replaced the skirt and top, taking out the silky dress. It was smooth and felt somewhat cold in my hands. The top looked like a glittering heart, but it had no straps. I wondered how it would stay up but didn’t say anything. Holding it up against me, I turned to face Mila. She smiled, “Yes, that’s the one. Now come sit first so I can do your pretty face.”

I felt a bit awkward. I had never worn much make-up and the clothes, well, I would not have picked any of these if I had to shop for myself.

Placing the dress on the bed, I took her place in the chair as she added make-up to my face. Mila finally put on the lipstick, which completed the final touch and stepped back, grinning at me. “You are a queen,” she said, breathing out hard as she handed me a pocket mirror.

Looking at my reflection, I was stunned. It wasn’t overdone. The make-up seemed to bring out my natural beauty. Filling with joy, I stood and hugged her. Pushing me back in a playful way Mila spoke softly. “Come now, enough, let’s get dressed. I asked Piotr to bring something special for supper as we weren’t cooking tonight and the men should be home soon.”

I eyed the dress and took out the new lingerie she insisted I get. It would have been a bit much if you had asked me, too revealing, but I wanted tonight to be special, so I agreed. Mila was halfway out the door as she spoke. “I’m going to set the table. See you down there.”

Before I could get a word out, the door closed, and she was gone. Stepping into the lacy undergarments, I studied myself in the lifesize closet mirror. My stomach fluttered, and a giggle escaped my lips. I felt like I was back in high school on my way to the prom. Slipping on the silky dress, the material made my skin tingle. I liked the way it made me feel.

Smiling at my reflection, I stood gazing into the mirror. My breasts filled the top heart of the dress nicely and sat snug. I was sure it wouldn’t slip off. The bodice flowed into a wide, see-through flair. It had a short, tight piece hugging my legs, almost clamping them together.

This was pearl white in color, covered by the silky see-through material, which added a glittering pink glowy haze. Turning before the mirror, I loved the look and felt excited. I added the white heels Mila got me and was ready for supper. Before I could open the door, Mila walked back in.

“I love it,” I exclaimed, turning to her.

Mila smiled at me as she spoke. “I thought you might, but the look isn’t complete.”

Turning in a circle, I added. “What more could I need?”

“Here, stand still,” Mila said as she placed a necklace and earrings down on the table.

Placing my hands over my mouth, I gasped at their beauty. “No, Mila, I can’t,” I said as she picked up the fine silver chain with a tiny diamond heart hanging in the center and moved in behind me.

“Yes, you can, and you will,” she said, closing the clasp and turning me to her. “Perfect. Now just add the earrings, and we’ll be ready.” These also held small diamonds in a heart shape.

I put them on and turned back to Mila. “There now,” she said. “Perfection.”

Laughing nervously, I hugged her again. This time, she hugged me back even if it was light and brief, it was there. “Come on,” she said, opening the door. “The men are waiting.”

My legs felt like they were filling with lead as we descended the stairs. My mind was in turmoil. What if he didn’t like it? What if I was the issue and not what I wore? Feeling my heart beating in my throat, I wanted to turn and run. I wanted to go back up and close myself in that room.

Then Mila took my hand, and we entered the dining room. Piotr was at the head of the table, and Konstantin was in his usual place. Leon was seated on this side with his back to us as we entered.

The table was set, and the smell of the food filled my senses as we entered. On the two sides of the table were buckets of ice with a bottle of wine in each. Next to them were thick, tall candles surrounded by lovely flowers. At the center, there was a big dish with supper, and steam was still coming off it.

As Piotr and Konstantin’s eyes fell on us, they both rose from their chairs, staring at me strangely. It was as if they were seeing me for the first time. This caught Leon’s attention. He rose and turned to face us. Mila let go of my hand and stepped away.

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