Page 63 of His to Take

By the time I finished trying all of them on, I was a bit lost as to which were my favorites. After Ryan led me through a few questions, I narrowed down the pool until I settled on the five that made me feel the most beautiful.

“I can’t wait to find out which one he chooses for you,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied. Ryker choosing my dress for me, a thing I would have considered alien in my old life, had become the most natural concept in the world. I had no idea how that had happened.

I went into the restroom to change into more comfortable clothes while Ryan packed up the rest of the dresses that hadn’t made the cut. When I came out of the bathroom, he was gone but there was a pink gift box left behind on the bed. I walked over to it, thinking I should rush out to catch him before he left, figuring he must have forgotten it. Unable to quell my curiosity though, I lifted the lid and peeked inside.

It was the prettiest lingerie set I’d ever laid eyes upon. The white bustier was decorated with exquisite pink lace. It was lightly structured with flexible metal boning lining the waist. The panties were made of decadent white lace. Matching pink roseswere hand embroidered along the hem. There was a small note inside.

For your wedding night. ~ Ryan

I blushed at the insinuation. It felt portentous, especially when I was looking directly at Ryker’s bed. I swallowed hard and padded out of the bedroom to find Ryker calmly reading in the living room.

“Did you have fun?” he smiled. His expression was soft.

“Yes,” I answered quickly.

“Why don’t we eat dinner together and then you can be a good girl and model the dresses for me?”

My stomach growled loudly, and he chuckled.

“Take a seat at the table. It’s almost ready.”

I agreed and scurried over to the table. He stood up from the couch, and I watched him walk over to the oven.

I gulped, feasting on the sight of his male form from behind. The shape of his firm ass and muscular thighs filled his black slacks far too well. He turned around a bit too quickly and caught me watching him. I stared down at the table, trying to hide my guilty smile, sheepishly waiting as he carried over a pan of food.

“Have you ever had lasagna?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“This is another of my family’s recipes,” he grinned. “I promise you, it doesn’t get any better than this.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. I’d bet on it,” he winked.

He cut a piece and served it to me. The first bite was just as good as he had promised, the indulgently rich cheese melting on my tongue and mixing with the sweet garlic and herbs in the tomato sauce. The noodles were still a little firm, but soft enough to cut with nothing more than a fork. I took another bite, trying to savor it.

We chatted a little bit about his home. He lived on the outskirts of Pacifica, somewhere along the northwestern coastline of what used to be the United States of America. We were about fifty miles outside of the main city on the edge of a nature preserve, which was the main reason why this area hadn’t been developed. He told me there were several ruins left behind from before the war. When my eyes opened with excitement at the mention of the Space Needle, he promised that he would take me soon.

Finished eating, he sat back and cocked his head. Immediately, the atmosphere grew more tense, and I shifted in my seat. His gaze zeroed in on me and I lifted my chin with a bit of defiance.

“It’s time to show me the dresses you chose, little girl,” he instructed, his voice stern and just a little dangerous. I swallowed heavily. He felt so powerful sitting there before me, and I felt so small.

I wanted to tip the balance between us, to put us back on a more equal footing. I didn’t know if it was possible, but I wanted to try.

“Okay. Be right back then,” I replied quickly. I hid my face by looking down, hoping to hide the tentative smirk on my lips.

I had an idea.

My pussy twitched with anticipation. Maybe tonight would be the night I finally got him to fuck me.

I got up from the table and slipped down the hall into the bedroom. I stripped off my t-shirt and leggings, pulled on the first dress, and looked in the mirror. This one had a zipper hidden in the side and I made sure it was done all the way up. When I was ready, I walked down the hall with my head held high.

In the time I’d taken to get ready, he’d cleaned the dishes and packed away the leftovers. Now he was settled on the couch, waiting for me. His eyes feasted on me, slinking up and down my body with a ravenous hunger that made my clit pulse greedily.

That first dress covered my body completely, but it hugged my hips closely enough to show them off. He said nothing, but he didn’t need to. I could tell that he liked it.

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