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I hear him growl before he sighs, slow and long.
I tell Lorenzo I don’t like the idea of him buying me clothes. Lorenzo is adamant, and he tells me he will either buy clothes for me today, or another woman.
After several hours, and after filling half the Bentley’s trunk with dresses, tops, jackets, and slacks, Lorenzo says I need one last thing.
I disagree, but he commands me to do what I’m told.
An hour later, we head out of another boutique, and I am wearing the last purchase. I walk confidently in my new black jump suit and it’s cute military-ish feel.
I feel like I kick ass. I love it with my new shorter hair, and for once I don’t feel like a plain young girl. I feel like a woman.
As we pass a stunning lingerie store, I slow and pause.
My eyes meet Lorenzo’s, and he steps next to me. We are inches away from each other, and I gulp, and enter. Reluctantly, Lorenzo follows me, and there are a few women inside.
I put my shopping bag near the counter, and as I slowly select sexy bras and panties, I whisper, “I’m paying for these, Mister!”
Lorenzo scowls, and I lift my chin. “Now, follow me!”
He does, and some of the women continue to check him out.
I don’t like it, and Lorenzo is surely safer with me as I try my finds on.
Down the back of the boutique, are marble statues, and changing rooms. Music flows and it is high-class, and private.
Several women try on lingerie, and they swan about, as they check themselves in the tall mirrors. Two are models, or ex models, most likely married to some wealthy guys in Tribeca, or the Upper East Side. Lorenzo is far from safe.
As I walk inside a large changing room, I look down at the sexy lingerie. I am no expert on lingerie, but I adore the Agent Provocateur, Bordelle, and La Perla, the most.
They look decadent, and beyond sensual.
I suddenly know what must be done, and I unlock my door. After looking left and right, I pull Lorenzo inside.
“Storm, no!” he says, as if I’m listening.
“Don’t be stupid,” I demand. “Just don’t look until I’m ready.”
Lorenzo grumbles, as I remove my white Converse, and climb out of the sexy black jumpsuit inches behind him. I hang it up and I pull off my normal thong. I am completely naked, and I feel naughty. I am not wearing a bra today, and I feel free.
I look around, and there are no spare clothing hooks in front of me, I’ve used them all. I huff, and shove my hand against Lorenzo’s. “Here, hold these.”
Lorenzo takes my thong before realizing what it is. He growls low, maybe because it’s still warm.
I pull on an ultra-sexy black lingerie set, and I adjust myself in the full-length mirror. The bra is complex to put on, and the lingerie set even has a strap around my neck.
That neck section drops down to the bra, and there are fine satin, strap-like sections around it.
The lingerie is all black, and mostly satin or sheer. It is slightly bondage in style too.
It’s actually very bondage in style, and I feel hot as fuck.
“Okay, turn.”
Lorenzo does, and he is standing behind me, watching me closely in the mirror. As usual, he is wearing a perfectly tailored suit, and he is half a foot above me.
“What do you think?” I ask turning. Lorenzo’s eyes go dark again, and he says nothing.
“Not bad huh.”
