What They Call Sin

by Philippa Grey-Gerou

  The outfit was confining like she knew it would be. What she hadn't expected was the rush of sensuality it also brought. The silk and satin felt like warm skin on her body, touching and arousing all her intimate places. She wondered what Michael would think of it. That thought aroused her even more, and she quickly hooked up the garters and went to find out.

  When she drew back the curtain, he was there, quietly discussing a small pile of intimates with Heidi. He turned to see her and stopped, allowing the rest of his body to follow his head. “What do you think?” she asked breathlessly.

  He stalked her slowly, taking in every inch of her. Finally he stopped, laying his hands on the narrower curve of her waist from behind, and turned her to face one of the main mirrors. “See for yourself,” he said huskily.

  She watched in the mirror as his hand came up to untangle the band holding her hair in its ponytail, allowing it to tumble loosely down around her shoulders.

  She looked with his eyes, and was amazed at what she saw. She was voluptuous. The red brought out the best of her color, the bodice adding shape to her natural curves, the stockings highlighting every muscle in her legs. She looked like a creature made for sex.

  She felt his fingers slide down over the bare skin of her hip and around the swell of her ass to the strap supporting her stockings, leaving an electric trail everywhere he touched her. “Just one minor problem,” he said silkily. Deftly he unhooked the strap from the back and slid it around to the side to re-hook it there just as easily. He repeated the action on her left leg. “There, all better."

  She sagged against him.

  "Tush, pet, we're just getting started.” But she could see from his eyes in the mirror that he wanted her as badly. He finally tore himself away to hand her several more items. “Try these."

  She tried on everything he offered her. He brought her every color, every style, in all manner of combinations until she felt like he was having her try the whole store. Plaids and solids, stripes, florals, polka dots. Bras and panties, teddies, camisoles, garters, corsets, stockings. She was most surprised by the lace panties. She had expected them to be scratchy and uncomfortable, but they were actually very soft and so loaded with elastic that they hugged her every curve. Michael seemed to like them as well, for he kept pairing them with other top pieces for her to try.

  The first time she tried on a thong, she almost dismissed them out of hand as too constrictive. Until Michael stepped up behind her and, hidden from view, ran his hands warmly over her bare ass.

  She added six to the keep pile.

  The latex and PVC pieces they both laughed at outright and quickly shunted to the no pile.

  One softly ruffled bra and matching skirted panties in soft pink made her laugh until she saw the intensity of his look. She put them on the keep pile as well.

  Heidi was a discreet third in their play, hovering on the edges to help but not be in the way. Maybe she had dealt with erotic couples shopping together before, because she was very smooth about it. She would help Lindy with fit, or offer suggestions to Michael, give them her opinion if they asked for it, but otherwise stay back out of their way. And for the most part they were able to forget she was there.

  Lindy watched him as carefully as he watched her, and she could tell he was nearing his breaking point. His eyes were almost black, his breathing shallow, his skin flushed and warm. His nostrils flared every time she walked into the room.

  She felt a rush of power, a sense of pure femaleness, and let it take her over. She flirted and vamped, pushing him, prodding him, stroking him without ever touching him.

  It was the corset that finally made him snap. It was ivory brocade, and fit tightly around her waist. The top shaped and supported her breasts without covering them, the waist tapering in a curved vee to draw his eye down to the delicate lace thong covering her curls. The garters were attached to matching ivory stockings topped in delicate lace, highlighting the tan of her thighs.

  She simply stood before him, knees slightly apart, head tipped to the side in challenge, and watched him. Something flared in his eyes, something deeply male, almost animal. He rose slowly off the love seat and prowled closer to her. “Thank you, Heidi, I think we've seen enough for today. Why don't you start ringing up these things while I help Miss James out of that."

  "Of course.” If she suspected what was about to happen, she didn't let it show on her face. She gathered up the yes pile and slipped quietly out of the dressing area.

  He was on her in an instant, his mouth devouring hers, one hand fisted in her hair, the other coasting hungrily over her bare breasts. She moaned at the contact, and with a matching groan of his own, he pushed her back through the curtain to the changing room.

  He turned her in his arms to face the mirror, still toying with her breasts as his other hand moved down to squeeze and stroke her behind, his agile fingers freeing his cock to slide eagerly between her thighs. “Look at yourself,” he commanded, and she couldn't refuse him. She was amazed to see the sensual, smoky, erotic creature looking back at her, dressed like a virgin but acting quite the opposite. She tightened her thighs along his length, making him growl. She felt him take himself in hand, one finger reaching out to slide the band of the thong she wore aside as he probed for her opening. He place his free hand between her shoulders and pushed her forward to lean on the glass, and she watched in wonder her face's reactions as he pushed into her fiercely.

  "You are beautiful,” he murmured against her ear as they thrust together. She felt his hands coasting along her thighs, felt the elastic of the garters release. “You make everything you wear beautiful. But they are just illusions on your body.” His strong hands spanned her waist and squeezed, releasing the hooks down her belly. The brocade and boning fell open, and he pulled it from between them, dropping it on the floor. “That's your true beauty,” his hands skimmed over the newly revealed skin as he moved faster inside her. “Your body and your power. You are a goddess when you wield your power. I tremble at your feet. The clothes are just a tease, an enticement. ‘Take me off and find the treasures underneath,’ they say.” He slid a hand over her stomach and beneath the waistband of her panties to find her hard, sensitive clitoris. Her head snapped back, driving him deeper into her, and she braced her hands on the mirror to push back against him harder, faster. He acknowledged her demands with his hand and cock, fucking her ferociously as she watched. Her eyes drifted up to his and she found him watching her intently in the glass. He was still fully dressed, tie still neatly knotted, his trousers still up, the open fly hidden by her body. The eroticism of the image of her nakedness against his clothed body overwhelmed her. She couldn't look away from his demanding, pleading, hungry eyes as her body began to tremble, a cry of release growing in her throat.

  He slapped a hand over her mouth, twisting her head back and to the side, burying his head in her throat. “God, Lindy, never seen anything as beautiful as you when you come.” He lifted her heels off the floor with each thrust. She allowed her orgasm free rein, screaming into his hand as all the muscles in her body clenched and released around him. He didn't stop fingering her clit, slamming into her, and she felt a second release building as he got closer and closer. “Love fucking you, love being the one to make you look like that. Love...” and he exploded into her, lifting her clear off the floor as he buried his roar of release into her neck. She shattered just as suddenly, bucking madly against him as he spent.

  He staggered backwards and collapsed into the chair, pulling out of her but keeping her close as they sat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder as he quietly stroked her bare back. He kissed her gently along the side of her face until their mouths met, a gentle, grateful kiss.

  She was the one to bring them back to reality. “Heidi's going to be looking for us."

  "Fuck Heidi,” he growled.

  She giggled. “Don't you dare!” Regretfully she slid off his lap and closed up his slacks for him. “Go on. Ma
ke Heidi's commission for the month. I'll be out in a minute."

  He pushed himself to his feet, then leaned forward to kiss her softly. He paused for a moment as though he wanted to say something, then he kissed her again and, catching up the corset, slipped out of the room.

  She sat back down to remove the stockings and fold them back into their package. The panties she took off and stuffed in her coat pocket. She hoped they were part of the corset set, because no matter how brazen she was feeling, she wasn't about to go out there and hand Heidi a pair of sodden panties to ring up.

  She looked at her own underwear in distaste. The white silk was comfortable and practical, but after what she'd been wearing the last hour, it just seemed so unappealing. So she added them to her coat pocket and selected from the maybe pile a translucent nude demi-bra and matching bikinis, each delicately embroidered with vines and small wildflowers. She tore off the tags and dressed quickly, gathering up her things as she went to join Michael at the register.

  "Make sure you add an extra hundred on there for yourself, pet,” he was saying to Heidi, handing over his charge card. “You were the best."

  Lindy handed the girl the package of stockings and the two tags. “Could you add those as well, please?” Then she turned to Michael and said softly, “I thought I was the best."

  He bent close to her ear. “No, love, you are bloody amazing is what you are."

  She looked up, blushing, and caught Heidi's eye, saw a hint of jealousy there.

  She couldn't help but smile smugly.

  Chapter 18

  Lindy's shopping bags were lined up neatly on the couch. Their coats were hung up in the closet, their shoes neatly lined up underneath.

  They stood in the bedroom doorway, simply enjoying the pleasures of each other's mouths, slow, soft, wet kisses that seemed to go on for hours.

  They took turns unbuttoning each other's shirts, one button at a time from the top down, gently exploring newly bared skin as though it were something never before seen.

  Michael reached the bottom first, and pushed the creamy linen off her shoulders to fall on the floor. He pulled back slightly to look at her, smiling at the new bra she wore. Lindy used the opportunity to unfasten his last two buttons to slide her hands warmly over the cut muscles of his chest and belly as Michael reached up to cup one breast. “'M glad you got these. Like the way they look on you.” His thumb followed the green tracery over the swell of her breast.

  "I look like I'm not wearing anything but flowers,” Lindy said breathlessly.

  "Yeah.” He grinned wickedly and captured her mouth again, indulging in its warmth. When he finally pulled back, he asked huskily, “Suppose it's too much to hope you got the panties to go with that?"

  She smirked and stepped back, unbuttoning her trousers and dropping them to the floor in a shimmy of hips that moved her whole body.

  "Absolutely brilliant.” He stepped forward and dropped his head, tracing the vines on her breast slowly with his tongue, taking time to attend lovingly to each flower he came across. Her fingers locked in his hair as he worked, allowing his hand to copy the actions of his tongue on the front of her panties. Finally she couldn't stand his teasing anymore, and she reached behind to unclasp the hooks holding the bra in place, slipping her arms out of the straps and allowing it to drop to the floor as she brought his head back down. “Do it now."

  He did, his tongue following a tangle of imaginary lines across the round surface of each breast. She gasped as he curlicued over each nipple, pausing to bring them up to hard peaks with his eager lips and tongue. His fingers followed a line of embroidery between her thighs, making her whimper in need.

  "Lindy,” he said softly against her skin, “are you feeling brave, love?"

  "After what we did today, you have to ask me that?” Her head lolled over his, her hands busily pushing his shirt down his arms to run over the warm velvet of his back.

  "No, pet, you're feeling strong, powerful.” He lifted his head to stroke his lips along her pulse. “But do you feel brave enough to give that up?"

  She pulled back from him, confused. What was he asking of her?

  "Give it up to me,” he breathed. “Let me have your power for a little while."

  She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. She knew what he wanted from her. Submission. Complete surrender.

  She nodded slowly.

  Michael kissed her gently, lingeringly as he swept her up into his arms, holding her close as he carried her across the room to the side of the bed. Almost reluctantly he set her down in the middle of the spread, piling pillows behind her so that she was half sitting. And then, his mouth still gently devouring hers, he stretched her right arm up over her head to the corner of the bed and, catching up the silk tie already in place there, tied her wrist to the corner of the bed.

  Never breaking the connection of their mouths, he slipped across her and repeated the actions on her left wrist. It was snug, and she felt the muscles and tendons in her arms and shoulders flex, but it wasn't uncomfortable, and she felt a small thrill as she tugged at the bonds.

  Finally he broke their kiss to move his lips and hands down her body, teasing all her sensitive places without making contact. By the time he reached her feet, she was whimpering. He knelt between her knees and curled his fingers around the elastic at her hips, drawing the delicate underwear down over her thighs and calves, his eyes caressing her naked flesh. He drew them off and cast them aside, his eyes moving up to meet hers. “All right?” he asked gently, his voice full of emotion.

  She could only nod quickly.

  "Do you remember our safe word?” He ran his hand lovingly down her leg, catching her ankle to draw it to the corner of the bed.

  She nodded again.

  "You need to say it, Lindy.” He drew another silk tie up from the frame of the bed to tie around her slender ankle.

  "Pri ... Prince Albert.” She giggled uncontrollably.

  "Exactly.” He stroked her other leg between his warm hands, stretching her wide. “I promise you won't need it, but I want you to have it. I want you to feel safe.” He tugged her leg slightly, sliding her a few inches over the sheets. “Just not too safe.” He quickly knotted the last tie around her ankle and stood back to admire his handiwork.

  She had never felt so vulnerable before. Every part of her was exposed to his rampant gaze. She couldn't hide from him, couldn't stop him. He just watched her, his hand stroking the bare flesh of his stomach. Finally he turned and left the room.

  He was back in a moment with several throw pillows from the couch and the red box. He propped the pillows under her knees, bending them slightly as he did. A third pillow he slid under her behind, lifting her hips and opening her center more.

  He stood back to evaluate his work critically before shifting his hooded gaze to meet her enormous eyes again. He smirked at her in that way he had that liquefied her spine, and very slowly he dropped his hands to the waist of his trousers and stripped down before her.

  His body was magnificent, the subdued light of the room adding depth to the contours of his muscles. His cock was hard and erect, and he stroked it lightly as he watched her. She whimpered again. “Want something, luv?” His voice rumbled as he spoke.

  "I want you,” she said without hesitation, a desperate edge to her words. “I want you to fuck me."

  "Oh, pet, you know how I love it when you talk dirty. But I'm afraid I've got other plans for you first.” He moved to the bedside table, his back to her so she couldn't see. She saw him set aside the top of the silk box, heard pages turning. A few moments later, he turned back, a book and something shiny in his hand.

  He sat down on the bed next to her, in the harbor made of her extended arm and leg and the curve of her waist. He didn't touch her, just studied her, drinking in every inch of her, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. She squirmed restlessly under his gaze, trying to gain some friction to ease her need. But he had placed her too carefully, and she knew she would find
no relief except at his pleasure. She sobbed silently.

  His words, when they came, were not what she had expected to hear. “I believe,” he began, his voice low and sultry, “that I made you a promise earlier. Do you remember what it was?"

  She shook her head quickly. She was lucky to remember her own name at the moment.

  His voice never changed from its seductive cadence. “I promised you that if you would dress up for me, I would dress up for you. And there was one thing in particular you wanted to see, that you thought was hot, remember?"

  Her eyes widened as he carefully, deliberately unfolded his glasses and slipped them on. He met her eyes, gauging her reaction. His look was intense, erotic, but the wire rims softened it, gave him a touch of vulnerability that made her want to protect him even as she was a little bit afraid of him.

  He sat there, letting her drink in his appearance. She could tell he was fully aware of the effect he was having on her, as his eyes narrowed over the curl of his lip. Finally he spoke. “Are you ready to begin?"

  Begin? She felt almost ready to come now! She mewled softly.

  He peered at her over the top of the spectacles. “I'm sorry, I didn't understand. Could you speak more clearly, please?” His tone was stern but not cruel.

  She swallowed hard, struggling for control of her tongue. “Yes, please,” she said thickly. “I'm ready."

  "Excellent.” He smiled at her approvingly. Then he opened the book in his lap to the page he held marked and began to read.