Page 38 of Red Velvet

This, however, is a lot of fun. I can almost see her counting the seconds as she stares at me, the color on her cheeks darkening with every moment that passes.

"Fifteen seconds."

I have no idea if that matches her silent counting, but it doesn't matter. I can tell by the dazed but shocked expression on her face that she's exactly where I want her. She's already in the zone, whether she knows it or not.

And she proves me right by reaching down to the hem of her almost knee-length dress. Her eyes never leave mine while she slowly starts pulling her dress up, moving in slow motion even though she must know she can't afford to dawdle.

"Five seconds, Lila."

She presses her lips into a thin line, a crease appearing between her eyebrows as an expression of utmost focus and determination shows on her pretty face. I'm just about to warn her that her time is running out when she pulls the dress over her head in one surprisingly quick motion, revealing the most delicious view underneath. Black see-through stockings are held up by black garters attached to a laced garter belt, encircling her hips above a tiny thong. Her tits are bare, her nipples suspiciously erect.

"Good girl."

I can tell she wants to cover her nakedness, and I bet it's no coincidence that she’s turned her back to the receptionist.

"Turn for me."

She's quicker in following my demand now, but closes her eyes as she obliges. She slowly turns, realizing it's her perky ass I want to survey. Much to my disappointment, the marks I left on her a few days ago are no longer visible. It's no surprise, as they were faint to begin with, because I was gentle with her that night.

Tonight will be different.

"Look at me."

She turns back, hugging the dress close to her chest. A shy smile tugs at the corners of her mouth when our eyes meet.

I stretch out my hand. "Give it to me."

She hesitates for a moment before she hands me her dress. "When will I get it back?"

Her voice secretes hope, but if she thought this was just a test and I'd give her the dress right back before we walked into the main area of The Velvet Rooms, where everyone could see her, she couldn't be more wrong.

"When we're done."

She swallows dryly at my response. The nod that follows expresses helplessness, her gaze falling and her shoulders moving up to her ears as she hugs herself.

"Relax." I reach for her upper arm and pull it away from her body, forcing her to open up and leave her tits exposed. "You're mine tonight, and I want to show you off."

Another smile scurries across her face, her lashes fluttering nervously as she looks up at me. "I'm just—"

"You're fucking sexy, Lila." I wrap my arm around her shoulders in a manner that’s protective as much as it’s possessive. "So beautiful, so noble and innocent. And I'm the only one who's allowed to corrupt you."

She leans into my hug, her breathing more rapid than it was just a moment ago.

"You're very charming," she whispers while I escort her to the thick curtain that leads into the main room. "No one has ever talked about me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm hot… desirable."

The sadness in her voice is like a fucking dagger jammed through my chest. What kind of wimps has she been dating if she's never been treated like the pretty doll she is? The ignorance of these guys makes my blood boil.

We step through the curtain, and I feel her relax under my arm. There are only a handful of guests scattered across the room, and most of them are busy with one or two girls of their own. I notice I'm the only one who brought his own date, as all the other guests are surrounded by girls who work here.

"Let's sit at the bar this time."

My suggestion is met with another aghast look from her side, but she doesn't fight me on it. She doesn't have to tell me that hiding in the dark would be a lot easier in her current getup, but easy isn’t what this is about.

She refrains from shielding her naked breasts when we sit on the high chairs at the bar, but I can tell it takes a lot of effort.

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