Page 106 of Bound By Words

“Uh…”

“Oh, relax, Kelly. I’m not into girls other than to admire their beautiful bodies.” Her tone was dismissive, but my mind was racing about what that comment could be interpreted as. “I won’t come in there if you don’t want me to, but I’d like to help you.”

“Uh…I…” I stuttered again, nodding. “Alright. Then let’s try this on. I don’t even know where to start.”

She didn’t look back as she pulled open a dark wooden door with heavy metal accents at the back of the high-end lingerie and fetish wear boutique she’d taken me to. It was between a tax preparation office and a dog groomer in a nondescript brick building without signage. When she’d tugged me up the stairs to the second-floor loft after typing a passcode into the door, I never would have even known it was here just from passing by on the street.

“Strip, let’s see that sexy body you’ve been hiding.” She nodded as she settled into a plush chair in the corner. Three walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, so no matter where I looked, I couldn’t escape. Although I was finding I didn’t want to. Nathan had assured me that Talia was safe, and he’d been friends with her and her partner for years. If our relationship progressed like I hoped it would, Nathan had even suggested she might be what Emory was to him.

“Nathan warned me you liked to watch, but I didn’t think that included dressing rooms,” I chuckled nervously.

“Relax,” she grinned, flashing me a naughty smile. “I’m here to help. I’m not interested in making you uncomfortable. If you want me to leave, kick me out, but then you’ll have to figure out those straps yourself.”

I exhaled, closing my eyes and flexing my fingers before pulling my blouse over my head. My skin tingled as the cool air caressed my skin, goosebumps covering my neck as my eyes met hers.

Talia sat back in the armchair, crossing one leg over her knee and nodding with an eyebrow raised.

Feeling short of breath with her right in front of me, I turned toward the mirror on the opposite wall, grasping the waistband of my borrowed skirt and lowering it to the floor. As I turned my gaze to the mirror before me, I could see her eyes roaming what I’d exposed to her view, lingering on my hips. I knew my body wasn’t perfect, but that didn’t seem to matter, judging from the soft smile on her face.

“How do I get into this thing?” I questioned as I grabbed the hanger holding the skimpy garment she’d selected for me. There were a few less intimidating things on the wall hook, with lots of lace and mesh, but this was the one that intrigued me, even if it also scared me.

“First, you need to lose that bra,” she chuckled as she stood, crossing to where I was standing and releasing the clasp with a pinch of her fingers. I knew it was a plain black cotton bra, but her cringe spoke volumes. “It needs to go. The girls deserve better.”

My breath caught as she pushed one of the straps off my shoulder with her fingertip. I’d never been into women before, but the way she watched me, and her open admiration of my bare skin was a little arousing.

“Relax,” she said with a soft sigh, reaching down to pull the hanger out of my hand. “Raise your arms above your head.”

Talia and I were about the same height, but that didn’t matter as she bunched the leather straps and lifted them to my fingertips. I leaned forward slightly as she guided my hands and pulled the material down my arms. She paused as she reached my shoulders, gently moving my hair out of the way before continuing.

My nipples pebbled as her fingertips grazed the sides of my breasts on their way down, but she didn’t linger, carefully straightening the straps that fell across my torso. “We need to find something to match your dress to wear underneath. Maybe a set in the same dark blue—do you want lace or satin?”

I thought about the small black satin and lace thong that Nathan had bought for me. I wondered if he’d want me to wear that out in public. The thought didn’t frighten me. “Both?”

“We’ll need some stockings, too. These straps will clip into those,” she commented as she held up the small black clips attached to the end of the leather strips that fell to my hips. I nodded, trusting she knew what she was doing. “How does the fit feel on this?”

“It’s good, I think.” Leather straps converged in the middle of my chest at a single gold O-ring centered on my breastbone. Another set crossed over my shoulders and behind my neck, crisscrossing at the back. A solid black band spanned my chest beneath my breasts, with several straps overlapping on my sides and connecting in the back.

As I gazed in the mirror, I wasn’t sure I recognized the woman staring back at me. Despite the nerves, my posture was impressive, my breasts jutting slightly, and my neck proud. The stark contrast of the leather against my fair skin was striking, and I imagined myself with a high curly ponytail and dark, dramatic makeup.

“I’ll be back, but I think this one is it,” Talia smiled as she slipped out the door, leaving me to face myself in the room of mirrors. “You already look hot.”

Despite the lingering redness from my wax, I looked like something out of an erotic novel, and I wondered if this was how Kayla felt around Michael in Chase’s book.

I shifted slightly, looking in the side mirrors at what the back looked like. What would Nathan think of this? Would he think I was sexy? Or would he think I was trying too hard to dress the part?

“Found the perfect set for you,” Talia announced as she slipped back inside the room, holding up her find. “It’ll look great against your skin and soften the look of all this leather.”

A dark blue satin bra with black lace sewn along the edges of the cups dangled from the wooden hanger, and a small pair of matching satin panties clipped to the back. She held a little mesh bag in her other hand and tossed it to me as she began to pull the bra loose from its clips.

“Put those on,” she instructed, nodding to the chair. I sat down on the edge of the velvet cushion, carefully bunching up the nude stockings until I could slip my toes into the end.

Talia waited until I had pulled up the stockings before she motioned for me to join her. “Without heels, we won’t get quite the same effect, but try this.”

She helped me slip the bra underneath the leather straps, fastening it in the back before I leaned over to pull on the tiny panties. I could tell from the satisfied look on her face that she approved, and I had to admit, it did make me feel insanely sexy. We’d left the dress in the car, but with how long it was—and since she insisted I needed to get it one size larger than I normally wore—I knew it’d conceal all of this without a trace.

“He’s gonna totally freak out when he sees this,” she laughed as she stepped back, her hands on her hips as she appraised the whole set. “Should be interesting to see him flustered at one of these things for once.”

I frowned, wondering what that meant.

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