Page 237 of The First Time
We go like that forever. An hour at least. Or maybe two.
By the time I'm done, I'm tired and hungry. My dreams of judges complimenting my smize (a smile with your eyes) are gone. I am a doll. I exist for someone else's benefit.
She pulls my dress too tight.
"I got it," I snap.
She bites her lip and forces a smile.Difficult customer. "Maybe you'd like to talk to Mr. Sterling."
"Okay." Maybe I'll ask why I need a new wardrobe. Even though I know the answer.
She leaves and returns with him.
The space is too small for the three of us.
But then I want him closer.
I want every inch of him pressed against every inch of me.
Blake's eyes find mine. "Take half an hour, Ashleigh."
"Mr. Sterling, your lunch meeting—"
"I have time."
She clears her throat. "You have thirty minutes. Exactly."
"Go." He shoots her a demanding look.
She obeys.
So I guess I'm not the only woman in his life who follows orders.
He pulls the curtain closed behind her.
The entire dressing room is reserved for us.
It's just me and Blake here.
Even so, I feel exposed.
Blake's fingers graze my hips.
He turns me around so I'm facing the dressing room's mirror.
I watch the reflection as he unzips my dress. It slides off my shoulders and falls to the floor.
Here I am, nearly naked, and he's fully dressed.
He has all the power here.
It doesn't annoy me.
It makes my sex clench.
"What are we…" I sigh as his fingers graze my lower back. "What are we doing?"
"We have thirty minutes."
"To…"
"You're not that naive, Kat. You know exactly what I'm doing."
"Oh."
"I'm not going to fuck you."
My teeth sink into my lip. I can't believe how badly I want him fucking me in this tiny dressing room. It's driving me wild.
"But I am going to make you come." He unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders. "Now plant your hands on the mirror and do exactly what I say."
