by R. J. Sable
“Okay, I’ll be back in a second. I just have to fetch the measuring tape,” Jessica said before shutting the door to the changing room and disappearing.
I sighed and tried to give myself a mental kick up the behind. You’re just getting measured, Jamie. Stop freaking out. I stripped off quickly, so that I was naked from the waist up, before grabbing the soft silken robe off the hook and wrapping it round myself.
Jessica was back in no time and knocked before letting herself into the changing room. I closed my eyes because I liked the illusion that if I couldn’t see myself half-naked, then neither could she. I needn’t have worried though, Jessica was nothing but professional, she chatted away about Leeds United whilst she worked. Before I knew it, she was handing me the robe once more.
“I can go grab you a few bras to try on. Did you see anything in particular that you liked?” She asked once she was done and had informed me that my breasts were apparently much larger than I thought. I blamed the extra half a chocolate muffin.
I opened my mouth to answer but Jason, who’d clearly been eavesdropping, chimed in from outside the door. “I’ll pick some.”
“That okay with you?” Jessica asked me, her lips pulling upwards.
“It’s fine,” I blushed, smiling. “I sort of promised and he’s pretty relentless,” I grinned, finding that I was much more comfortable now that the measuring was over and done with. After all, she hadn’t said anything along the lines of “what’s wrong with you? They’re not meant to look like that!” and that felt like good news.
Jessica gave me a knowing smile and I waited patiently for her to return. I was surprised to see that almost every bra she brought back matched my taste. Some of them were a little racier than I might have picked out myself, but they were beautiful, feminine, and elegant all at the same time.
“If you could put this one on first,” she handed me an ivory balconette bra with beautiful embroidery. “Then let me know when you’re done and I’ll come in to make sure it fits okay.”
I nodded and did as she asked. The bra fit perfectly, giving my breasts a swell of cleavage that I didn’t often achieve and flattering what little I had. Jessica approved and explained to me how she could tell it fit.
“This,” she said, pointing to a slot on the side of the booth with a handle attached. “Is a peephole. Your boyfriend’s in the booth next door. If you want him to see what you’re wearing without having to come out, then just slide it open. It’s up to you of course.”
I nodded, blushing again because the word peephole sounded naughty.
“Jamie, let me see!” Jason demanded impatiently.
I bit back a giggle and slid the peephole open so that he could see the ivory balconette bra.
“Nice,” he grinned. “We’ll get that.”
I nodded and went to shut the peephole again but he demanded I leave it open. I shook my head at him with a smile and began trying on the other bras, relieved that he hadn’t picked out one of the hideous leopard print varieties.
I’d tried on a good five bras and Jason had approved every single one. I don’t think I’d ever enjoyed shopping quite that much before. I moved to the last bra I had to try on. I loved it. It was aqua silk covered by black lace with a bow on each strap. It had a racer back and plunge cups. I pulled it on with my back facing Jason, admiring it for myself first.
I felt sexier than I’d ever felt before. If Jason didn’t like this one then I’d be getting it regardless. I was in lingerie-love.
“Turn around,” Jason demanded. “I want to see.”
I obliged him, slowly, hoping he’d like what he saw. I kept my eyes on the floor, drawing out the suspense. I let my eyes travel slowly up to meet Jason’s.
“Take it off,” he demanded, his brows knitting together slightly. I couldn’t see his mouth, only his eyes.
“Why?” I pouted, my shoulders sagging because I’d really wanted him to like it.
“Because if you don’t I’m going to have to come in there and fuck you against the wall and I don’t want us getting kicked out,” he growled.
I felt my mouth drop open and my muscles clench deliciously, sort of wishing he would get us kicked out. I wouldn’t mind, in fact I was quite liking the idea of him propping me up against the wall and…
“Off!” Jason demanded, drawing me away from my perverted daydreams.
I grinned at him and slowly reached back to unclasp the bra, easing the straps down my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
My gaze never left Jason. I watched his eyes follow my movements and rest on my breasts. I knew my nipples were pearled and demanding his attention. His ‘against the wall’ threat had me turned on beyond belief.
I let my hands travel up my hips, tracing my waist until they rested on my breasts. I saw Jason’s eyes widen and then darken. Encouraged to continue, I tweaked my nipples, just hard enough that they pebbled fully, begging for Jason’s touch.
I squeezed each breast gently, massaging them with my eyes locked on Jason. I was torturing myself and I knew it, I was dangerously turned on and was quite eager for Jason to follow through on his threat. The most important part, though, was that I was torturing Jason as well, and that thought had me grinning wickedly.
“Everything alright in there?” Jessica’s voice broke me away from my devious behaviour and I blushed rapidly, trying to force myself to speak.
“She’s done now,” Jason answered, his eyes disappearing from the peephole.
I shut the slot and hurried to throw my clothes back on. My old bra felt much less comfortable now and I wondered idly how I’d not noticed it before.
“Any good?” Jessica smiled as I came out of the changing rooms holding the bras.
“I liked them all,” I smiled, still a little flushed.
“We’ll get them all,” Jason nodded, slipping his arm around my waist and giving me a look and a very tight squeeze that I assumed was meant to tell me something but I wasn’t sure what. “And the matching bottoms.”
“Okay, I can sort that. You about a size eight, Jamie?” Jessica asked me.
I nodded with a blush, impressed and embarrassed that she could tell my size just from looking at me.
“We’re just going to have a look around, can we pick it up at the till?” Jason asked.
“Sure, take your time,” Jessica smiled.
“Thanks for your help,” I said to her, letting Jason pull me to the far end of the store.
“You are in so much trouble,” Jason growled with a wicked smile.
“Why?” I pouted. This was not the reaction I had been expecting.
“You broke a rule, Jamie,” Jason smirked.
I was so busy looking at him in confusion that I’d barely registered our surroundings. We were in the back half of the shop, separated from the lingerie by a wall. The room was filled with… sex toys. My eyes grew wide as I took it all in. Why are we back here? I felt my cheeks growing hot again as I scanned the walls. There were nurse’s outfits, handcuffs, dildos and vibrators that didn’t look legal, and many, many things that I had no idea about.
“Eyes on me, Jamie,” Jason demanded, pulling my chin between his thumb and forefinger so that our eyes met.
“Wh… what rule?” I frowned, trying hard to keep my eyes from travelling back to the shelves around me.
“You touched yourself,” he said seriously.
I stared at him open mouthed whilst his eyes burned into mine.
“I told you not to touch yourself without my permission, Jamie,” Jason continued.
I giggled nervously. “You were serious?” I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Very,” he nodded.
“I was only trying to make you happy,” I blushed, suddenly not so sure what was happening.
“You made me very happy,” he grinned, his eyes still burning into mine. “But I still have to punish you.”
I was unable to break the eye contact between us and I saw Jason smirk slightly before he leant in
to me and brushed his lips against mine, kissing me gently with a promise of more to come.
“But we’ll save that for later, I want to look around,” he grinned, taking me by the shoulders and guiding me, and my current inability to speak, to stand in front of a large display of dildos.
“How do you feel about these?”
“Jason, I…” I had absolutely no idea how to answer that.
“You know you don’t need to be embarrassed around me, Jamie, just tell me.”
“Jason!” I snapped. “Don’t push me. You’ve just told me that I’m in trouble and I’m all worried about what you’re going to do to me and now you’re making me look at this and I-”
“Hey, hey!” Jason cut me off, wrapping his arms around me. “Take it easy,” he soothed, holding me tight to his chest.
I was close to tears and I wasn’t sure why. I was nervous about what Jason meant by punishing me. Punishments usually left me cradling some sort of injury. It was a term Jason had used before. It was also a term I was far too familiar with. Never before had the word carried such an uncomfortable tightness in my stomach. It was never something I looked forwards to, of course, but I always felt I’d deserved it on some level. Now I was questioning every single occasion I’d heard it before and I didn’t understand why.
“What’s wrong, Jamie?” Jason asked, running his fingers through the end of my ponytail.
“You said you were going to punish me,” I said quietly, my voice trembling a little.
“Aw, baby, don’t be scared. You never need to be scared of me,” Jason said, sounding completely devastated. “You know I’d never hurt you.”
“What did you mean then?” I asked nervously.
“I meant I wanted to do very filthy things to you,” he grinned stroking the back of my neck gently.
I felt myself relax a little, reassured by the dark heat that was dancing in his eyes, replacing the worry.
“So… so, you aren’t going to punish me?” I asked, looking up at him hopefully.
“No,” he chuckled. “I am, but you don’t need to be worried baby. I promise you don’t need to worry.”
I bit my lip nervously, not sure how I felt. If he meant he was just going to spank me then that was okay, I didn’t know why I’d freaked out so much.
“Trust me?” Jason asked, cupping my face and brushing my cheek with his thumb.
I nodded, reassured by the soothing gesture.
“Then trust that I’ll look after you and come look at dirty things with me, okay?” He chuckled.
“Okay,” I smiled, put at ease by his playfulness once more.
Jason looked both relieved and happy as he guided me back to the row of dildos.
“So, like I said, how do you feel about these?”
“I don’t know,” I frowned, wrinkling my nose a little. “Some of them look a little painful.”
Jason laughed, thankfully guiding me away from them and looking at some of the outfits, stopping in front of the police uniform.
“You’ll never need one of them anyway, you’ll always have me. The real thing,” he grinned.
I beamed at his words. Especially the world always. I very much liked the idea of having Jason forever. I liked that he seemed to feel the same.
“You like this stuff?” I asked, pointing to the police uniform and trying to keep my face neutral but my blush was probably giving me away.
“What stuff?” Jason asked, playing innocent.
“Is it, like, one of your fantasies to have me dress up like this?” I asked, my blush increasing.
“No,” Jason grinned. “I always figured stuff like this was a last resort for people who needed to spice up their sex lives. That’ll never be a problem with us.”
I beamed up at him. No, we definitely didn’t seem to have a problem in that department.
“As for my fantasies, we’re slowly working through that list,” he grinned.
“What do you mean?” I asked. Jason had an abundance of sexual experience, I doubted he had any fantasies left to cross off his list.
“There’s plenty of stuff I always wanted to do but never had anyone to do it with,” he shrugged.
“But girls are always throwing themselves at you,” I sighed, barely resisting an eye roll.
“Jamie,” Jason scolded. “You know I only want you,” he assured me, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Some things are too personal just to do on a random one night stand.”
“Like what?” I asked, unable to subdue my curiosity.
“Well, like spanking for one,” he grinned.
“You… you’ve not done that with anyone else?” I asked, suddenly very happy.
“Only you,” he chuckled. “You’re the only girl who drives me crazy enough to have to spank, which is only a good thing,” he reassured me, seeing that my face had fallen.
“I want to fulfil all your fantasies,” I said shyly, looking up at him in earnest.
“You do?” He grinned. “Don’t you want to know what they are first?”
“Nope,” I simpered. “I don’t care, I just want to make you happy.”
Jason beamed happily, pulling me into a deep, sensuous, thank-you kiss. “You are so perfect, I love you,” he grinned.
“I love you too,” I blushed.
“Fantasies are actually why I brought you back here,” Jason said, his eyes burning once more. “But I’m not sure how you’d feel about it.”
“What?” I asked curiously.
He guided me by the shoulders over to the other side of the shop. This was the side of the shop where most of the objects were unfamiliar to me. I recognised the handcuffs of course, rope, and what looked like riding crops, but most of the stuff was completely alien.
I watched as Jason picked up a coil of rope and handed it to me, his eyes studying mine cautiously.
“You… you want to tie me up?” I frowned, waiting for confirmation.
Jason nodded slowly, his facial expression hard to gauge.
“Why?” I frowned. “You can do anything you want to me, Jason. You don’t need to tie me up to get what you want.”
“It’s not about that, Jamie,” Jason shook his head, stroking my wrist with his long fingers. “It’s not about taking something from you that I couldn’t get otherwise. It’s about you giving yourself to me, trusting me to pleasure you and know your limits.”
“You know I trust you,” I said, worried that he felt like he needed proof.
“I do,” he nodded. “I’d just really like to do this, Jamie, but I’d understand if you didn’t want to after… after what happened.”
I cringed as I remembered my hands being bound above my head and how much it’d hurt as I fought against my bindings. I thought about the angry welts on Jake’s wrists after he’d been tied up, it had made me feel ill. The worst thing though, was remembering how helpless and pathetic I’d felt because I’d not been able to stop Duff.
“Being tied up like that, or restrained… it scares me, Jason,” I admitted, baring my soul for him to see. I thought back to the first time Jason had pinned me to the bed trying to get information out of me. I remembered being pleasantly surprised that it hadn’t bothered me. My brothers always pinned my wrists above my head or behind my back, just because they could I guess. I’d thought it would bother me more when Jason did it, because it was usually just a way for my brothers to force me to do or say something I didn’t want to, but I knew Jason wasn’t like that.
“I understand, Jamie, I-” He began, but I cut him off.
“Let me finish,” I smiled, pushing my finger to his beautifully sculpted lips. “It scares me, but you don’t,” I reassured him. “I know you’d never hurt me, Jason, and I meant it when I said I wanted to fulfil your fantasies.”
Jason looked at me with pure admiration and adoring. The look in his eyes made my heart melt, confirming my desire to do this for him.
“I’ll never push you too far, baby,” he reassured me. “We can try it one
day.” He put the rope back and I eyed him curiously.
“You don’t want to get it?”
“Hell no,” he shook his head adamantly. “This stuff is way too coarse. I don’t want to mark your skin.”
I laughed and it turned in to a full on giggle fit with me clenching my stomach as I bent over double. The whole thing was just too funny.
“You quite finished?” Jason asked, his eyes alight with humour.
“Sorry,” I giggled, wiping tears from my eyes.
“What’s so funny?” He pouted.
“You want to spank me, tie me up, and do all sorts of kinky things to me, but you’re worried about me getting a little rope burn?” I said, still giggling but trying desperately to stop it because Jason didn’t look quite so amused.
“So sue me. Your skin is too beautiful to mark.”
“You wanted me to get your name tattooed on your ass,” I reminded him.
“I was kidding!” He said, looking horrified that he thought I might actually do it.
“I know,” I giggled, reaching up to trace my fingers over his slight stubble. “I just think you’re very sweet, perviness and all.”
“I’m glad you approve,” he relaxed, scooping up my hand to press a gentle kiss to my palm. “Come on. There’s one more thing I want you to look at.” He led me towards another selection and picked up what looked like an egg.
“Know what this is?” He asked.
I shook my head and he looked pleased.
“I love how innocent you are,” he teased.
“Were,” I mumbled, giving him my best fake pout.
“Were,” he corrected with a smirk. “This is a remote controlled egg. It goes inside of you and vibrates. It has different settings for strength and rhythm.”
“Okay,” I said cautiously, eyeing the package suspiciously.
“I’m going to put this inside you tonight,” he grinned.
“I thought you said I’d always have the real thing?” I teased.
“You will, but the real thing plans on being somewhere else tonight,” he said with a smirk, giving my ass a tight squeeze for emphasis. “I’m using two coupons today.”