I wandered around the luxury lingerie boutique. I tried to ignore the price tags, but I didn’t spot a single pair of panties below one hundred dollars. I couldn’t wrap my head around why such a small piece of fabric could cost so much.
Would James go so far as to just tear them off?
My legs trembled a bit as I glanced over my shoulder. He’d taken a seat on the plush couch over by the window so that he could watch me. He cocked his head, winking at me.
I shivered with desire.
I turned back to the racks, poking through a few of the outfits. There were frilly bras covered in embroidery and lace, but they didn’t really excite me, and I didn’t think that he’d deem them slutty enough anyway. I eventually stumbled on a red mesh and silk lingerie set that caught my eye.
I flipped over the tag. The designer was Bordelle Gia. The bra was only a quarter cup, meant to lift and present my breasts quite salaciously. My nipples would be completely exposed and bare. The bra shelf was mesh and there was this cute circular ring feature, reminding me at once of a bondage-inspired style. The panties were mesh too. My pussy and bottom would be covered but exposed by the sheer fabric. I picked out the ones in my size and sucked in a breath when the tag flipped over to reveal the price.
I tried not to notice that each piece cost several hundred dollars.
I brought it over to him, holding it up and hoping to get his seal of approval.
“That is a very slutty outfit, angel. I like it quite a bit. Try it on for me,” he suggested.
I turned to go back to the fitting room.
“No. Try it on right here,” he demanded.
I looked back at him quickly. He couldn’t be serious, but everything about him said that he was. His jawline tensed threateningly, and he raised a single eyebrow. My stomach roiled with nerves.
There was a privacy screen to change behind that would block people walking by from seeing me, but Stella was still sitting over at the counter. She wasn’t necessarily paying attention to us because she appeared to be caught up in her work. I knew she’d certainly notice if I stripped naked in the middle of her store.
“James, that’s not… I can’t,” I replied.
He cocked his head expectantly.
“Defiance comes with a cost, angel,” he reminded me, and I stopped for a second.
A part of me wanted to push him, to see what would happen if I defied him outright. My clit pulsed with desire, remembering how wet I’d gotten after the other times he’d spanked me and how hard I’d come for him after.
I kind of wanted to feel that again.
“I’m going to go to the fitting room to change,” I pushed.
He stood up and closed the distance between us, grasping the back of my neck a little bit more roughly than I’d expected. “Put the lingerie down, angel. You and I are going to have a long discussion in the limo,” he murmured.
My pussy quivered at the imminent threat. His fingers released me for only a moment as I obeyed him, laying the lingerie down on the arm of the chair closest to me. Faced with the knowledge that I was now actually going to get that spanking that I had been so insatiably curious about made me instantly nervous and ridiculously aroused.
I chewed my lip. A part of me wanted to backtrack, but this already felt like a train careening off its tracks.
This was happening now.
“I’ll be back shortly, Stella. Kasia and I have something we need to talk about,” he explained.
“Of course,” she smiled. Her face was a mask, but there was no doubt in my mind that she knew I was being taken to the car to have my bottom bared and spanked. There was something in her eyes that told me she knew.
Slowly, James led me out of the lingerie store back to his limo with his hand tight around the back of my neck. Bronson opened the backseat for him, nodding once and closing it behind us. James sat down first and quickly threw me over his lap.
“Bare yourself for me,” he rumbled.
My heart dropped straight down all the way to my toes. Now that this happening and wasn’t just a possibility, my fear tripled, and I hoped that maybe I could talk my way out of this.
“Please don’t spank me,” I whimpered. If I took down my panties, he’d see that they were soaked. He’d know that a part of me wanted this even though it was going to hurt.
“Don’t make me tell you twice, angel. I was only planning on using my hand, but I could always use my belt instead,” he growled.