“You’re being so nice today,” I breathed.
“I don’t like having to be so harsh with you, baby girl. I’d much rather spoil you with gifts than to punish you in front of my people,” he whispered, digging his fingers into my hip lightly.
“Why did you then?” I pressed carefully.
He brushed my hair off my shoulders and kissed my shoulder, trailing soft kisses down the length of it. He sighed and turned me around to face him.
“I was hard on you because I had to be. I’ll explain more later tonight, but I need my people to view me as strong. They need to love me. At the same time though, they need to fear me and occasionally, that involves making an example for them to remember their place in my court,” he whispered.
I nodded and he took my chin into his fingers, pressing his lips gently against mine in a kiss so tender that my heart pulsed and my pussy tightened hard. When he pulled away, I felt flushed. I bit my lower lip and stared up into his dark eyes.
“You know, I like you like this,” I whispered.
“I’m glad, baby girl,” he answered.
I searched his faces for clues of what might come next and a playful glint appeared in his eyes.
“My favorite color is red. I had something special put aside for you before we arrived, and although it’s a shame to cover parts of this delicious little body, I want to see it on you,” he murmured, a husky drop in his voice revealing his own arousal. Boldly, I dropped my hand, brushing the back of it against his length. He was hard for me. I enjoyed knowing that.
“Keep that up, baby girl, and I’m going to have to fuck you before the day is over,” he warned.
“Promises, promises,” I replied teasingly, and he smirked knowingly. I pulled away from him, thoroughly relishing the seductive possessive glow in his eyes as he took my hand and pulled me toward the back of the shop.
The more time we spent together alone, the more comfortable I was becoming. I grinned as he pulled me along, excitement clear in his features. He reached for a box on the counter, tied with a satin purple bow. He untied it and carefully laid it open, before lifting the lid off to reveal a lacy red number. Curiously, I peered over his shoulder, watching and waiting for what he’d want next.
He lifted the bra first. It was thin and mostly sheer, but the delicate lace was swirled with a beautifully designed bouquet of roses. He handed it to me, and I put it on, clasping the tantalizing lingerie into place. Next, he handed me the panties and I saw that there wasn’t enough fabric to cover me.
As I pulled them on, I realized that they would leave my pussy bare. I slid the fabric up my thighs and the knowledge that I would be covered but still entirely exposed made my nipples harden and as thin as the bra was, I knew he would be able to see them. If there was any question in my mind that he couldn’t, they were dashed when he reached out for them. He pinched them softly through the lace and I gasped, closely my eyes at the unexpected touch as I finally pulled the panties into place.
My pussy throbbed and I was more aware than ever that it was bare. His fingers reached between my thighs and slid along the rampant wetness dripping from my folds and I shivered.
“Good girl. I like finding that you’re so very wet for me. Do you like these?” he asked warmly.
“I like them, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
“Would you like to come for me?” he pressed, finding my clit and circling it slowly. He was taunting me, and I didn’t care. I wanted what he offered, and I was going to take it.
“Please, Your Majesty,” I whimpered. “Oh, please.”
I tipped forward and he caught me, but his fingers never left my clit. He held me close to him, allowing me to use his strength to keep me standing even when my legs felt like they would give out beneath me. His touch was firm and expectant. It was gentle, but at the same time there was an element of dominance in the way that he pressed against my needy bud. He expected me to come for him and he wasn’t going to stop until I did.
I shook as I felt my pleasure build within me. It came on strong and fast for him and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Not that I wanted to.
I yearned for orgasm and he was going to give it to me.
My thighs started to quiver, and I knew my release was imminent.
I was going to come for him in the middle of a lingerie store.
I moaned and my hips swayed, but still his fingers kept at my clit. He teased me, varying the pressure and bringing me to the edge again and again until I whimpered with need.
“Please,” I begged.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he demanded.
My release tore through me, hot as a knife. I keened, pleasure making my toes curl and even as I tried to rein in my sounds, I knew it was hopeless. White scalding bliss blinded me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My orgasm was hard and fast and when I finally came down from its pleasurable embrace, I was left warm and sated, at least for the time being.