Page 47 of Primal Claim

“Understood, Mr. Morgan. Will you be needing anything else today?” She leaned forward slightly as she handed Adam the dressing room card, brown eyes bright as she looked at him. Her eyes slowly lingered on his face, then slid down his body as he took the card from her fingers, and the want on her face was clear.

The wave of jealousy that hit Chastity square in the chest nearly knocked her off her feet, and for a moment she was stunned. Then she glowered at the girl whose breathing was a little too shallow behind her bright smile as Adam leaned a little closer.

“Nothing else for us right now, sweetheart. Thank you.” Adam glanced over his shoulder at Chastity, winking at her, and for a moment she was disarmed by the charming warmth she saw on his face. She was so used to uncompromising strictness on his face—fondness, yes, but discipline more than anything—that the warmth and the casual smile on his face almost made her want to drop to her knees for him right then and there.

“If you need anything, there’s a button in every room. Don’t hesitate to call me if there is… anything you need.” The girl’s gaze lingered on Adam for another moment as he turned and jerked his head at Chastity, gesturing at the hallway behind him.

“Let’s go, slut.”

Chastity followed helplessly, unable to help the sour glance that she sent to the back of the attendant who was now sorting through some papers on a desk in the corner.

Why are you feeling so jealous, Chastity? This man treats you like a sex toy, like a bimbo for hire. It isn’t like he’s your boyfriend or husband, he’s…

She swallowed hard as she followed Adam down the hallway, walking past several empty dressing rooms. What was Adam, to her? Just the man she obeyed because he knew her pussy inside and out? The man who played her body like a harp until she would do just about anything for him to fuck her? And all of that while shewasn’tin heat.

They alighted on the dressing room at the end of the hallway, the one that was clearly the biggest, and Adam shut the door behind the two of them after he ushered her into the changing room. He raised an eyebrow at her as she set down the pile of clothes and shoes in her arms, trying to keep the hangers from tangling. “What are you waiting for? Strip, slut.”

The strictness was back on his face, though a hint of kindness and warmth still lingered in his eyes. His lips pressed together in a line as she quickly stripped, her nudity embarrassing her as it always did. Would she ever get used to the vulnerability of being naked under his uncompromising gaze?

“Alright, let’s start with these.” Adam handed her several articles of clothing, his eyes gleaming as she struggled into the clothes that seemed about a size too small.

“Sir, there’s… I’m not going to be able to wear these… well, anywhere.” The blouse that he had given her to wear was too tight, too low-cut, too sheer. Chastity blushed fiercely as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were practically spilling out from the deep V neckline of the blouse, and the outline of her nipples was clear under the fabric, the long tips jutting forward embarrassingly. Chastity fought the urge to fold her arms over her breasts as Adam stepped behind her, his expression hungry in the mirror.

“You’ll wear whatever I want you to wear, slut,” he said, his voice low as he cupped her tits, thumbs brushing against her nipples. “Your assets were made to be shown off, and I’m not going to allow you to hide them anymore.”

He nudged his foot between hers, forcing her thighs apart as he reached with one hand under the horrifically brief linen skirt that he had given her to wear. It was so tight that her legs could only part a few inches, but it was enough for her clit and pussy lips to peek into view under the fabric, and Adam grinned as he reached between her thighs to stroke her glistening folds. “So wet, girl. Is that because of your exam earlier, or because I’m exposing you for the big-titted slut that you are? Nobody will ever think of you as a competent, intelligent manager when you’re dressed like this. I’ll be surprised if your subordinates listen to a thing you say when you go in on Monday. They’ll be too busy thinking about fucking these tits and coming all over your face.”

The words were degrading, humiliating, but Chastity still spread her legs the little bit further that the skirt allowed, gently thrusting her hips against his hand. His touch electrified her pussy, and no matter how much her brain screamed at her to protest, stand up for herself, she could barely speak.

“I can’t…” she whimpered.

“Yes, you can. And you will.” His lips brushed against her ear, deep satisfaction in his voice. “You’ll be what I want you to be, no matter where you are. You’ll always be thinking about me and what I’m doing tomypussy. It isn’t yours anymore, Chastity. I’m sure in time, you’ll get that through your head.”

He teased her pussy for another moment before letting her go with one more squeeze of her breast, reawakening the ache from his punishment of her sensitive flesh. “Shoes. Now.”

He watched her as she struggled into various pairs of heels, tottering around the small space under his harsh gaze as he gave her instructions. Sway her hips more, spread her thighs more. Walk like she wanted to fuck every man who she walked past.

Chastity’s face burned hot and tears of humiliation pricked at the corners of her eyes with every degrading command, every harsh and objectifying comment. She went through outfit after outfit, trying on each humiliating and exposing article of clothing for Adam and parading herself around the tiny dressing room for him to see her from every angle.

His cock getting harder and harder in his pants as he looked at her and barked orders for her to turn this way, bend that way, was her only solace. And she was far too deep in her humiliation to think too intensely about it.

By the time Chastity had tried on every article of clothing that Adam had chosen for her, her thighs were wet with her pussy juices and she was desperate for the two of them to get back to her home. Her pussy screamed for his touch, harsh and cruel though it might be, and she was ready to beg for it by the time he had decided they were done shopping.

He didn’t allow her to change back into the clothes that she had initially worn into the store, instead tucking them into the same bag that the cashier packed all her new clothes in. Her tits were barely contained by the blue blouse that he made her wear out, and the pants she wore were so snug between her legs that it felt like the fabric molded every fold and contour of her pussy for all to see. Chastity considered protesting as Adam paid, but her mind was so fogged with arousal and shame that no words came to mind.

“Let’s go, girl.” Adam smiled at her as he handed her the bags of her new clothes before leading her out of the building. “My cock needs attention.”

CHAPTER18

“Keep them spread. No, more than that.” He tapped each of her inner thighs. “Don’t stop until these tendons are aching.”

He waited in silence, seated on the mattress next to her. Her hands, hooked under her knees, pulled her legs back and apart. Normally, he’d have made her shed her clothes the instant they got inside her place, but he wanted to see her in one of her new tops. It was a knit, long-sleeved turtleneck the color of midnight. It was so thin, especially without a brassiere underneath, that her big tits wobbled and swayed quite pleasingly.

He’d made her pull on a pair of smoky thigh-highs as well, loving the dark color contrasted against the paleness of her thighs, The blatantly displayed sex was highlighted and showcased by the top and the stockings in a way that made her look even more wanton than if she’d been entirely naked.

Finally, her legs obscenely wide, she’d complied, her breath coming in quick pants. Her sex was already yawning open, the glistening of her fragrant wetness beckoning him. The secret whorl of her anus was displayed blatantly below, so vulnerable there between her soft, generous buttocks. He’d planned to be inside her before the fucking front door closed, but the urge to see her so presented was one he couldn’t pass up on. His cock could wait just a little bit longer.

Maybe.

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