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Coming between the racks of clothes to see what Melody was looking at, Peggy wrinkled her nose as soon as she saw the garment. "Oh, honey, no, not with your body. We need to emphasize your boobs and cover up your stomach. There's a corset over here I think you'll like."
Turning away, she either didn't see or totally ignored the crestfallen expression on Melody's face. Yeah, she didn't have Peggy's slender waist and flat stomach, but shelikedher body. Most of the time. Looking down at the sheer fabric again, she bit her lower lip.
Maybe it wasn't the best choice for her body type.
"Melody, here, what about this?"
She blinked back the threatening tears in her eyes, because she knew Peggy hadn't meant to be mean. Sometimes she just didn't realize how harsh she came across. Looking up, she saw her bestie holding up a pink corset with white ruffles along the top and bottom. There was even a white bow right in the middle of the dipping sweetheart neckline. It had the same sexy-innocent flair that the sheer babydoll had, but would cinch in her waist and push up her cleavage. The second she saw it, she fell in love with it, and all the insecurity she'd been feeling vanished in the face of an outfit that both she and Peggy could get behind.
Seeing the expression on her face, Peggy grinned. "Definitely not my style, but you can totally pull it off."
Making her way over to Peggy, Melody took the corset from her. "I love it, thank you."
She still loved the babydoll too, but Peggy was probably right. This would be sexier on her.
"Awesome, now let's find you a garter belt and some thigh highs to go with it." Peggy was already looking around for where those would be located, obviously eager to continue dressing Melody up like a doll.
Melody followed along behind her, kind of amused as she realized that even when it came to her friendship with Peggy, she was kind of subby. That was probably why they got along so well.
It was also why she hadn't dared tell Peggy that she was going out to dinner with Kawan tonight. She'd tried to talk to Peggy about it this morning, but Peggy had just reassured her that they'd find her a better Dom the next time they went to Black Light. Then she'd gotten the text from Elliott, canceling lunch, and Melody hadn't wanted to fight with her when she'd already been upset. Talk about a recipe for disaster.
Besides, Peggy was going to be surprising Elliott while Melody was meeting Kawan for dinner.
If the date turned out to be a bust, Peggy would never know. And if things worked out with her and Kawan, Peggy would get on board. She just wanted Melody to be happy, even if she had strong opinions about how to best make that happen.
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As first dates went,Kawan couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun. Maybe it was because they'd already scened together—or because they'd already been through a stressful situation together—but there was none of the awkwardness that usually accompanied getting to know someone.
They'd met at Sunset Pins, a newer establishment that combined bowling with gourmet cooking. Kawan had asked her for suggestions and immediately jumped on this one.
When he bowled his first turkey, he turned to find Melody scowling adorably at him, rather than jumping up and down in excited awe the way she had the first two times he’d had a strike. She had her arms crossed over her chest, plumping her breasts up under the low cut blouse she was wearing, her eyes narrowed at him. The soft waves of her hair were clipped back away from her face, hiding none of her now suspicious expression.
"Are you on a bowling team or something?" The question was almost more of a demand, and said with enough of a pout to make him chuckle.
"Aren't you glad I didn't take you up on turning this into a competition?" he teased, putting his hands on her waist and pulling her into him, forcing her to tip her head back to keep looking at him. Kawan dropped a kiss on her mouth, feeling her soften slightly under his hands and lips, before he lifted his head again. "And yes, I was on a team in high school. I'm not anymore, but I still enjoy bowling just for fun."
Her eyes sparkled even though she wrinkled her nose at him. "How is it fun if I'm getting creamed?"
"Well, it's fun for me."
Making an exasperated noise in the back of her throat, Melody lightly smacked his chest. Sweet little brat. If they were in the club he'd spank her for that. As it was... chuckling, he turned, guiding her forward and giving her a little swat on her bottom to get her moving. She squeaked, jumping, and then shot him another look over her shoulder as she rubbed where he'd spanked her. Kawan could only laugh at her mock-outraged expression.
Little minx.
After her spanking last night, he knew very well there was no way that little slap had made any real impact on her. But he liked how playful and flirtatious she was being with him. It was a complete turnaround, not only from how she'd been in the courtroom, but also from last night at Black Light. This was Melody when she was comfortable, relaxed.Happy.
Definitely enjoying herself. And so was he.
Being compatible in the club had been one thing, especially once he'd discovered that she had a thing for Daddy Doms, but being compatible outside of it was another. He'd been a little worried that maybe they wouldn't have anything to talk about that wasn't sexual, but that hadn't proved the case.
Before they'd started their game, they'd sat down and ordered their food, talking in between, and sex hadn't come up once. Instead she'd told him a little bit about her research for her dissertation—what he was able to understand of it, anyway. Science had never been one of his strong suits, but he loved to see the passion shining from her face as she attempted to describe her thesis in terms he could understand.Something about studying blood and fecal samples to try and find ways to help diabetics and their mental health. Exactly how they were doing that was where she lost him.
It didn’t matter that he only understood about half of what she was saying, as he liked listening to her anyway.
Then they'd started bowling and he'd been completely distracted by the delicious curve of her ass in the jeans she was wearing. So distracted that he hadn't managed a strike until the third frame. Not that he was complaining.
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