“Thanks,” I said flatly as I pushed the cart in with me. He took a seat outside the fitting room on a padded ottoman.
“You will come out and show me your favorites, angel,” he asserted firmly.
My pussy pulsed greedily.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I pretended like I hadn’t heard him and turned the corner. The fitting rooms in this particular store were nicer than I was used to. There were long red velvet curtains and a plush fabric hall liner. There was a large one at the end where I could fit the cart inside with me and I settled into that one.
I tried on several different outfits. They all fit pretty well, accentuating my curves in all the right places. I didn’t go out like he’d requested, preferring instead to pick out my new wardrobe by myself.
Honestly, I was mostly annoyed that he hadn’t let me come this morning. I felt needy and more frustrated than I cared to admit. I didn’t like being denied, even though that was sort of the point.
Maybe I was being a bit spiteful or petty, but I wanted his attention and if I ignored him long enough, maybe he would think better of denying me again. Maybe he’d punish me and finally let me come.
It all went quiet soon after that.
I pulled on a skirt and a blouse, stopping when I noticed the change in atmosphere. There were no longer any cart wheels scraping against the floor nearby nor was there any noise of people chatting and shopping together. The only sound was the soft music playing over the loudspeakers.
I stilled.
The curtain rustled as James pushed it aside. His gaze lingered on me and then the pile of clothes on the cart. He cleared his throat.
“Are you liking what you found, angel?” he asked. There was a distinctive undertone to his voice that made me feel like I was in trouble.
This was a public place. He wouldn’t spank me here. He couldn’t… Right?
“Yes,” I answered briskly.
He moved inside the stall with me, and it suddenly felt a whole lot smaller. His presence swallowed up the space and the air felt thinner.
“I asked you to show me your favorites, didn’t I?” He cocked his head and I had to swallow past the cotton ball that had seemingly appeared at the back of my throat. I dared a glance up at him, finding his gaze dark and stormy, just like I feared it would be.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Did you?”
“No,” I whispered hoarsely.
His large form towered in front of me as he backed me up against the wall. His hand wound around my throat, squeezing just enough to remind me of his power.
My clit throbbed.
“Angel, do you think because this is a public place, that I won’t punish you?”
My heart dropped to the tips of my toes. My gasp was too loud, and I worried that anyone nearby might hear me.
“I didn’t… Someone will hear if you spank me…” I protested, keeping my voice as low as possible.
“I don’t need to spank you to remind you that you belong to me, angel,” he warned and that made my rising nerves spark with panic.
“James, please,” I pleaded quickly, not really knowing what I was begging for but feeling as though I should. He shook his head and I hesitantly looked at the curtain. Would there be enough time to make a break for it?
“Don’t even think about it, love. I will catch you, drag you to my limo, and belt your ass hard enough so that you’ll have trouble sitting for at least a few days,” he said darkly. My face flushed hot as his voice echoed. Someone would have definitely heard that if they were listening.
He stepped back, but he didn’t release me. Instead, his fingertips traced down the length of my arm and captured my hand in his. With his foot, he kicked the small padded stool into the center of the stall. He pushed the cart in front of the curtain before placing one foot on top of the stool.
With virtually zero effort at all, he hiked me over his leg. I squeaked a bit in surprise, unable to reach the floor with either my hands or my feet. Jackknifed and suspended over his knee, I couldn’t reach back for fear of setting myself off balance and falling to the floor on my face.
For a moment, he just let me settle as the full weight of my position fell upon me. The feeling of being over his knee was familiar enough already, but this completely changed things. It made me feel small, vulnerable, and entirely out of control.