“You only have two choices, my feisty bride. You can either choose one and walk down the aisle in your dream wedding dress, or you can walk to the altar completely naked with your bright red and very well-spanked bottom on display,” he continued, and I slammed my lips together to keep myself from whimpering in response to his wretched threat. I raised my eyes to meet his, trying to figure out if he really meant that.
His gaze was hard and entirely too serious and at once I knew he’d spoken the truth. My mouth went dry and I nodded, fully understanding that there was only really one choice for me to make here. I took a step back toward the dresses and he clicked his tongue.
“Shame. I was looking forward to watching that soaking wet pussy get even wetter with each and every step,” he murmured, and I stared down at the floor praying that I woke up from this nightmare sometime soon.
I tried to ignore his eyes on me as I started to look through the rack. The woman was polite, showing me the different kinds of dresses and how she organized them. There were ones in the mermaid style, some A-line, some that were skintight and scandalous, and others that were demure and sophisticated without showing a whole lot of skin. I slid the hangers and studied the dresses one by one, all while the man who just decided I was his bride watched from behind. It was really hard to focus on the dresses when he was so very close.
Was he thinking about my naked body he watched me? Was he thinking about his fingers between my thighs? Was I making him hard?
I tried to swallow my thoughts, but it was useless. I couldn’t ignore the needy little clit throbbing between my legs, or the way my seemingly endless arousal was dripping down my thighs once more. The woman that had brought the dresses seemed nice and she showed no sign of reading into what was happening between Grayson and me, but I worried she did anyway. For a while, I distracted myself by looking at all the beautiful designs. There was an extravagant feeling to most of them, but there was an understated elegance to a few dresses that called out to me. I had the woman hang several of my favorite ones side by side and I took a step back to really take them in.
The first was a silky white gown embroidered with thread the color of red wine. The design started at the top of the sweetheart neckline, covered in elegant roses and as it swirled around the waist to the bottom of the dress, an explosion of color was punctuated by more roses, thorns, and rose petals that appeared to be floating on the wind.
The next one was much more vintage in design. It was covered in cream-colored lace, but the design looked like it would hug my body in all the right places before it billowed outward at the bottom in a cloud of lace, tulle, and thick embroidered applique. The hems were lined with sparkling stones, and I stared at it for just a few seconds longer than the first.
The third was the simplest of all. The fabric of the top half was woven together in a form of a structured corset. The skirt of the dress reminded me of a princess gown, with multiple layers of tulle edged in silk that gave it a rather elegant feel. The waist was cinched in by simple silk belt with a glittering diamond at the center. Even though it wasn’t a particularly complicated design, it was so elegantly done that I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away.
All three were beautiful but so very different.
I looked back at Grayson, who had seemingly busied himself with his laptop. I glanced from him to the dresses, knowing that he’d make me choose one of them before long. If I refused again, he’d probably do something to make me regret it right in front of the woman helping me. I chewed my lip. Would he bare my bottom and spank me over his knee with her still in the room?
“Such beautiful choices, Zoe,” she murmured, running her fingers along the dresses hanging before me.
“I didn’t catch your name,” I said softly, catching her hazel eyes with mine. I smiled, wanting to show her a bit of appreciative warmth because thus far, she’d been nothing but kind. She was probably his employee, or someone he’d paid very well to be here. If anything, she was simply doing what she was told.
Perhaps… if she became my friend, she might be able to help me figure a way out of here. If I just bided my time and did as Grayson wanted, there would come a time where I’d be able to escape. He couldn’t keep me prisoner here in his penthouse forever, right?
I tried not to tell myself that he probably had enough money to do exactly that.
“My name is Clara,” she answered kindly, and her warm smile set me a little at ease.
“It’s so hard to choose one,” I whispered, and she nodded with agreement.
“They’re all so very beautiful,” she said, “but I think there’s one that’s perfect for you.”
My eyes slid back to the third, taking in the curved fabric around the waist and the simple elegance behind that understated dress.
“I think you know which one,” Clara pressed, and I took a step toward it. “You’re so very beautiful that you don’t need all the pomp and circumstance of the others. Let your beauty shine all on its own.”
My mouth opened and closed. No one had ever said anything like that before to me and I didn’t quite know how to take it. Her compliment left me speechless, and I could do nothing but blush and smile and stumble over a few words thanking her for it. She shook her head, and her smile just grew warmer.
“Now stand here. Put your hands on the back of your head,” she guided. I did as she asked and she measured my waist, hips, and bust as well of the length of my legs. “I’m going to make a few quick adjustments, but when I dress you later today, I will make sure that it fits you lik
e it was made for you.”
“Thank you,” I said softly. I ran my hands along the shoulder straps, following the curve down the sweetheart neckline that would undoubtedly cup my breasts beautifully.
“Wait. Today?” I asked.
“Yes. Today,” Grayson echoed.
That was far less time than I anticipated. I’d have to look for an opportunity to escape with every second. I couldn’t let a single opportunity go to waste.
“Thank you, Clara. That is all for now. Prepare the gown of her choosing, but I expect you back here in no more than two hours,” he added, and she nodded curtly before zipping the racks closed. She moved so quickly that it couldn’t have been more than a minute before she and all the wedding dresses were gone from the room. Grayson and I were alone once again.
I tried not to let that get to me, but it did. More than just a little bit. I took in a deep breath and turned back to him.
“There. Are you happy? I picked one,” I murmured, feeling my frustrated agitation returning with coarse swiftness.