Alli bit her lip and looked down.
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not.”
“Of course it is.” Kane kissed her very lightly on the mouth but she found that even that gentle touch seemed to set a fire in her. She had to fight with herself not to kiss him back and, in the end, only held out through sheer force of will.
Kane drew back and searched her eyes with his, smiling a little.
“There’s that fire again. My Sting has made you crave my kisses but somehow you managed to keep from kissing me back. You managed to resist the urge.”
“Get used to it,” Alli said tightly. “I’m not as easy as you seem to think.”
Kane cocked an eyebrow at her.
“The craving and needs caused by my Stings on your body will get worse you know,” he said softly. “I’ll be here waiting when your nipples get so tight you moan or when your womb is thirsty for my seed and your pussy aches so badly you know nothing but my cock and cum deep inside you can ease your pain.”
“Liar!” Alli exclaimed. “That’s not going to happen.”
Kane shrugged.
“Suit yourself. I’ll be here when you change your mind. Now, let’s find you something appropriate to wear.”
And he turned to the racks of clothing and began hunting through this was all completely normal.
“I don’t want to wear leather,” Alli said as he searched through the racks. “I don’t like it—it’s hot and uncomfortable.”
She expected him to fight with her about it since most of the clothing she could see appeared to be leather. But he only shrugged.
“As you wish. Here—put these on.”
He handed a hanger to her that held a black lace outfit.
Well, at least it’s not leather, Alli thought as she took it from his hand.
“Where can I put it on?” she asked. “Is there a dressing room or something in here?”
Kane raised both eyebrows in apparent surprise.
“Are you still ashamed of your luscious curves, Allisandra? You still want to hide them from me?”
“I just want a little privacy, that’s all,” Alli snapped. “I don’t think that’s too much to ask after everything you’ve put me through.”
“Very well—if you want a private chamber, ask for one,” he said blandly.
Oh, right—she kept forgetting about that.
“I’d like a private dressing stall,” Alli said aloud. “One with a mirror so I can see how I look.”
At once a wooden stall about as big as a dressing booth appeared, complete with a curtain to keep out prying eyes.
“Thank you,” Alli said, though it probably wasn’t necessary. Then she stepped into the stall, taking the lace outfit with her.
At first she had thought it was some kind of long gown, but once she took the pieces of the outfit off the hanger, she saw it wasn’t so. The part she’d mistaken for a gown was just a lacy, see-through robe.
The actual top was a kind of demi-bra which supported her breasts but didn’t hide them. That function was left to a thin panel of stretchy lace which was affixed to the front straps and came down just low enough to cover her nipples.
It didn’t, however, cover the bottom curves of her enlarged areolas. Alli looked at them with concern, wondering if they would revert to their normal size after Kane’s Sting wore off or if this was a permanent change.
Trying not to think about it, she pulled on the panties that went with the bra and frowned. Just as the bra had no real cups, the panties had no actual crotch—just a thin panel of lace which pulled down from the top waistband and barely covered the top part of her pussy slit. As with her areolas, her swollen clit was visible, peaking out from under the lace, as though begging for Kane’s mouth on her again.
Alli tugged in vain, trying to get the lacy panels of both bra and panties to cover more of her sensitive areas, but in the end she had to give up and just put on the long lace robe that went with the set and try to cover herself that way.
It wasn’t a very successful attempt since the robe was too small and the panels refused to meet over her breasts. So in the end, Alli felt almost as naked exiting the small dressing stall as she had entering it.
“Mmm, yes. Nice, very nice,” Kane growled when he saw her. “I knew that soft black lace would frame your fiery beauty well, Allisandra. You look beautiful.”
“I look exposed,” Alli protested, trying not to blush and failing.
“But there’s a purpose for that,” Kane purred, his rough voice suddenly gone silky. He pulled her to him. “For instance, what if you need me to suck your nipples? This lace panel comes up nicely to give me easy access.”
As he spoke, he raised the lace to bare her nipples and began to trace her sensitive peaks with his fingertips in a way that sent shivers through Alli’s entire body.