Page 64 of His to Take

The second dress I left slightly undone.

The third I only buttoned up halfway.

The fourth I simply held in place.

The last one, I let slip a little out of place to reveal the pink of my left nipple. I pretended like it was an accident, but his smirk told me he knew it wasn’t.

With each subsequent dress, his expression darkened with increasing lust. I’d started off with the most chaste of them all and ended with the most revealing.

“I know what you’re doing, little girl,” he murmured, his voice low and precarious.

“What?” I replied, trying my best to act as innocently as I could manage.

“You’re going to have to wait till tomorrow for me to strip you out of your dress for your fucking, naughty girl. It’s not going to happen tonight.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

My core cramped hard with arousal. Not knowing what to say, I spun on my heel and rushed out of the room.

I was tired of waiting.

Time and time again, he’d teased me with the promise of sex, and I was more than a little frustrated. I allowed the dress to slip off my body and pool down at my feet. I stepped out of it, hanging it back up so that it wasn’t wrinkled on the off chance that it happened to be the one I wore tomorrow at my very own wedding.

I sat down on the bed and sighed. My knees knocked together, and I chewed the inside of my cheek, slumped forward and struggling to cope as every inch of my body simmered with heat. The white bustier suddenly felt too tight. Needing to escape the restraint, I lifted my hands to unclasp it, my fingers fumbling along the way.

I glared at the door as I tossed it aside. Even though I was only wearing a pair of panties now, it still felt like too much. I was so wet that when I pulled them down, I saw that my arousal had soaked them through. I threw them aside with the bustier. Tentatively, I reached up and pinched my nipples gently.

My clit practically roared with approval.

I leaned back and pressed one hand between my legs. I found that needy little bud, gathering my wetness with my fingertips and touching myself where I needed it the most, throwing my head back and closing my eyes in pleasure.

If he wasn’t going to do it, I would.

Ryker cleared his throat in the doorway. I jerked my fingers away, startled.

“Would you like to know the dress I’m going to choose, naughty girl?” He cocked his head as I sat back up. My thighs drew together in a vain effort to hide my nakedness. I glanced down, only to see my glistening wetness all over my fingers, feel it slicking my inner thighs. My cheeks flushed with heat.

“Yes, sir,” I answered quickly. I wrapped my arms around my chest, hiding my breasts the best that I could. He didn’t say anything about how wicked it was for me to be touching myself, but it felt that way.

Would he spank me for it? Then maybe would he fuck me after all?

He pulled the third one I’d worn off the rack.

“This one is positively gorgeous on you.”

The gown was beautifully designed. Several layers of mesh covered a nude slip, giving the illusion that the dress was sheer. The very top layer was intricately embroidered with flowers, sweeping down to the floor like each petal was caught up in the wind. The sweetheart neckline showed off the shape of my breasts, while lacy off-shoulder sleeves draped down my arms. Wearing it felt innocently indecent.

It was perfect.

To be honest, it would have been my first choice too if it had been up to me.

“You will wear this dress tomorrow,” he stated, brooking no disagreement. “Now, little girl, I told you that you needed to wait until tomorrow for your fucking, didn’t I?”

His tone was much more serious than before. My stomach churned. With a nervous gulp, I nodded.

“Did you ask for permission to touch that needy little pussy?”

I shook my head, blushing so furiously that I thought my face might catch fire. My mouth went dry as his hands dropped to his belt. I fidgeted, remembering how much it hurt each time he used it. He said nothing as he unbuckled it. Unhurriedly, he slid it from his slacks. The worn black leather swished against the fabric and swung easily by his side once it was free.

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