I didn’t hesitate.
“This won’t be gentle. You’re going to come hard for me,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
I was so aroused that I knew that I would.
His touch pressed firmly on top of my clit. My desire swelled to insurmountable levels and my orgasm was upon me so quickly that I couldn’t have prepared for it even if I wanted to. I squeezed my eyes shut as I screamed. I writhed over his lap like a wanton slut, grinding myself against his fingers so that I could come that much harder.
My inner walls fluttered hard. My core squeezed tight, and my bottom clenched around the plug inside me, renewing the ache from its insertion and forcing my orgasm to carry on for that much longer.
I came so hard that my tears started anew.
By the time that single release calmed, my throat was hoarse, and my body felt like it had turned to jelly. He pulled his hand away and pulled my panties and my jeans back into place. Reaching underneath me with both hands, he buttoned them and then did up the zipper.
He knocked on the door and Bronson opened it.
I blushed hard, knowing my cheeks were flushed with arousal and probably still marked with my tears and that he would see it. James picked me up and carried me into the store, placing me down in the same place where I had initially refused him.
“Try it on for me now, angel,” he coaxed. He kissed my forehead gently and placed a steadying hand on my lower back.
I tried not to look at the front desk even though I knew Stella was still there. I wouldn’t be able to hide the redness of my freshly spanked cheeks or the pink jeweled plug peeking out from in between them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her glance my way as I lowered my still shaky hands to the bottom of my shirt. I decided to start with baring my upper half, thinking it would be easier.
I lingered for a long moment before I pulled it over my head. With a deep breath, I reached back and unclipped my bra, sniffling a little as I coped with the burning across my bottom and the satisfied throbbing in my core. I bared my breasts shakily and dropped my bra to the floor.
I reached down and undid the button of my jeans before glancing up at him. His expression was ravenous. He wasn’t looking anywhere but me and there was something about that that felt powerful.
He liked showing me off because I was his.
My asshole clenched around the plug as I kicked off my shoes and pushed my jeans down. There would be no question that I had been spanked. Even though I still had my panties on, they wouldn’t hide the redness scalded into my thighs.
I stepped out of my pants, kneeling down and picking them up off the floor. I tossed them across the chair and stood there for a second, worrying my bottom lip with my teeth. James lifted an eyebrow expectantly and I blushed furiously as I very hesitantly pushed my panties down to the floor too.
He reached for me, taking my hand, and spinning me around slowly as if to showcase me. My face probably matched my bottom, I was so embarrassed, but I couldn’t deny that a much bigger part of me that was insanely aroused.
I grabbed the expensive panties first and stepped into them. When I pulled them into place, I realized that even though the fabric covered my pussy, it was so thin that it felt like it wasn’t even there. When I clasped the bra behind my back, I gasped shakily. Having my breasts presented and my nipples entirely bare was scandalous. They were as hard as rocks and there would be no hiding that.
James growled in appreciation. My heart palpitated in my chest.
“Do you like it?” I asked tentatively.
“Like it? I fucking love it, angel,” he said boldly. He snapped his fingers and wound his arm around me. He twirled me against him, casually presenting my sore ass to Stella as she got up from the front desk. I sniffled, looking down and quickly wiping my cheeks. They were still wet, and I was blushing so brightly that I thought my face had caught fire.
“Bill this to my account,” he gestured.
“Of course, Mr. Monroe,” she nodded.
“Should I change now?” I asked tentatively.
“No. I’m going to strip it off for you before I fuck you,” he replied, smirking as he did so. I blushed harder as Stella approached me. She reached for me and unclipped the pinned tags. I saw her glance down at my red backside and I hid my face in James’ chest.
There was a rack full of silk robes next to us. James picked out a luxuriously soft black one for me and pulled it over my shoulders. I slid my arms into it as he wound the waist tie around me. Pulling it shut, I stood there as he tied the belt.
Stella slipped my clothes into a cloth bag and handed it to me. James took it, before he lifted me up off the floor.
“As always, it’s a pleasure doing business with you, Stella,” he said politely.
“You too, Mr. Monroe,” Stella replied.