Chapter 18
Piper
It was just so gorgeous. I didn’t know how I’d ever take it off the hanger. All that fabric, the lace and silk combination. I just…I grinned, chewing on my lower lip.
I didn’t know how I let the guys talk me into this. How was I even going to get it on by myself? There was just so much to it. I had a hard enough time getting into the lingerie they'd bought for me to wear underneath. I pulled up the top of my red, thigh-high hose, and unclipped and reclipped the garter belt. I'd never worn this much for a man, let alone just to wear a dress. I had a feeling the guys liked to use me as a dress up doll. This was their excuse to get me into whatever they wanted me to wear.
Pushing up my tits in the strapless, matching corset, I smirked. If my normal, boring underwear got them all riled up, I couldn't wait to see what this outfit did to them. For a moment, I stared at my dress while daydreaming over who might be disrobing me tonight. A shiver of pleasure ran through me and I giggled.
Stepping into my high heels, I leaned down to buckle them. While my world was upside down, the bedroom door opened. I tilted my head to the side, shoving my hair out of my face.
"Well, this is a view I could get used to." Wynn's eyes devoured my form and I quickly stood up. All the blood rushed to my head and I stumbled. Wynn appeared at my side, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. "Woah, there."
I gasped and held on to his arms. "Thanks. I don't wear heels much."
"Uh-huh," Wynn muttered, his eyes focused on the cleavage seconds away from popping out of my corset.
I flushed and smacked him on the arm. "My eyes are up here, you know?"
Wynn's hand stroked up and down my back before lifting his gaze to mine. "I have a new rule in the house."
"What?"
"You must always clean the house in this." He leaned away from me so he could really take in my lingerie. "Could you turn around, and maybe reach for something on a high shelf? Maybe call me master?"
I shoved him and giggled. "No. Geez. I couldn't get anything clean dressed like this. Plus, my feet would be killing me after a few minutes."
Wynn snorted. "You wouldn’t be on your feet for long."
Shaking my head, I turned toward the dress. "While you're here, think you could give me a hand?"
"Oh, lovely. I have been waiting for you to ask me that." Before I could figure out what Wynn meant, I was jerked off my feet and in his arms once more. Cupping my cheeks, Wynn brushed his nose against mine, before nipping my lips with his teeth. I reached up and curled my fingers into the dark curls around his face, tugging him closer.
"So impatient," Wynn murmured, licking his lips so that his tongue trailed along mine. He flicked it against the crease of my mouth, and I opened beneath him. The wet muscle danced in my mouth, rubbing and rolling against mine. Fingers found the skin between my thigh highs and garters. Lifting my leg up and around his hip, Wynn ground his hardness against the junction of my thighs.
Gasping, I pulled back from Wynn's mouth and thrust my hips closer. "Wynn, I have to get ready. We have the party…” I tried to open my eyes and find the clock in the room, but gave up when Wynn began kissing down the line of my neck. "Uh, no, come on. Oh, fuck it."
Wynn growled his approval and lifted my other leg. I squealed as he walked us over to Antoine's bed and dropped me onto it.
I bounced slightly, but grinned up at him. Touching my tongue to my teeth, I played with the buttons of Wynn's dark blue shirt, dipping my fingers beneath it. "This is naughty. Doing it on someone else's bed."
Wynn arched a brow. "If you think this is naughty, oh, I could tell you some stories."
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. "Not the time." Wynn slid his fingers under the front laces of my corset, and started to pull at it. I grabbed his hand and shook my head. "No, no way. It took an hour to get this thing on. You can see my boobs another time. Just fuck me like I always dreamed you would."
Arching a brow at me, he smirked. "Oh, love. You don't have to tell me twice." Wynn reached beneath the garters and pulled my underwear down with a low groan. "God, you smell good."
I lifted my hips and parted my thighs for him. All of my employer-worker fantasies were coming true. I'd been thinking of this day since I first saw Wynn in that drawing room, ever since he wrapped my hand up after I broke that vase. I couldn't count the number of times I'd touched myself thinking about this moment.
Sure, it wasn't how I imagined it, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Wynn's longer fingers sought out my center, stroking and teasing me until I was gasping for more. I bucked against his hand, and then suddenly it was like he was touching somewhere deep inside of me that I'd never even touched myself.
"What? What is that?" I gasped, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my spine arched off the bed.
Wynn kissed my thigh. "Just my regular brand of vampire."
That was when I realized he was using his powers on me. Groaning, I grabbed his shoulder, digging my nails into his flesh. "That's...that's cheating."