“I…” she looked down. Even though she had managed to keep eye contact with me while she stripped down to her birthday suit, my question had her hiding her eyes from me. “I’ve never shown it to any guys.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Wait, so you’re saying—”
“Yes, I’m a virgin!” she replied as though it was something I didn’t want to hear. “Okay? You happy now? Can I put on the maid’s outfit?”
She’s perfect, I thought. And she’s really all mine.
“Yes, gorgeous, you can,” I smiled. “And then it’s time to get to work.”
Chapter Five
Belle
My whole body was hot. I was more turned on, nervous and excited than I’d ever been in my life.
I was standing in Alden-fucking-McLaren’s private walk-in closet that was the size of our apartment’s living room, completely naked in front of him and about to change into a French maid’s outfit that looked like it cost more than my entire wardrobe.
Oh, and I’d just admitted to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors that I had never had sex before.
I felt like I’d stepped into some wild, lust-filled Twilight Zone where a new Belle had taken over the old Belle and was now in control.
No, I thought. He’s in control.
I turned to the outfit he’d laid out for me and took the white lace G-string first and slid into it. It barely hid anything, which of course was what he was going for. I’d never worn butt-floss before, but had to admit that I felt sexy in it.
The black stockings that went with it only increased that feeling as I pulled them on one at a time. The little black skirt barely covered my butt and the top corset-type thing had my boobs pushed up so high I felt like a cartoon.
I turned to him when I was finished and didn’t even need him to say anything to know he approved; the bulge in his pants told me that much.
“And these,” he said, handing me a pair of bright red heels. “If they’re not your size, I have others.”
To my surprise, Alden got down on his knees in front of me like he was going to propose, and held out the left shoe to me. It was the last thing I’d expected and I stumbled slightly as I gave him my foot.
He took it firmly and steadied me before sliding it into the heel, then did the same with my right foot. I was a full three inches taller in the things and wondered if I’d even be able to walk in them for whatever this job was he was going to have me do.
“Mmm, everything fits perfectly,” he said approvingly.
Fit…I thought as my eyes moved to the bulge in his pants. I doubt that would…
“So, gorgeous,” he whispered. “No man’s ever touched you like this?”
Alden placed his strong hands on my thighs and squeezed, causing a moan to escape my lips. His touch was electric and I couldn’t stop my back from arching forward.
“N—no…”
“I love that,” he said. “You’re so innocent, aren’t you?”
“You…you like that?” I asked. “A man like you? You must have had countless women—”
“That’s exactly why I love it, gorgeous,” he replied. “I don’t want countless women. I want you.”
And before I could react, Alden buried his face between my thighs.
Oh. My. God.
My head spun and my brain basically shut off as I felt his tongue press against the thin fabric of the G-string. I moaned again, louder this time, and closed my eyes as he pulled on my legs and forced me into a wider stance.