by Kelly Myers
Charlotte rapped on the door, knocking me out of my daydream. “Do you need any undergarments?” she asked.
Of course I did. I had one bra, and three pairs of panties, but there was no way I could ask for those items, especially not if Luke was the one paying for them. “I'm fine,'' I called out.
There was a rustling sound and then Luke's voice was closer. His deep voice resonated right on the other side of the wooden door. “Eden, do you need undergarments? Tell the truth.”
A red hot flush heated my cheeks and spread down my neck to my chest. “Yes I do.”
Next Luke spoke to Charlotte. “Get whatever type of undergarments she needs. There's no limit.”
When Charlotte came back, she knocked on the dressing room door. Through the slats, I could see that her arms were full of lacy bras and panties. When she cracked the door open, Charlotte handed me the stack of undergarments. “Here you go.”
“Thank you Charlotte,” Luke’s deep voice said. “We appreciate your help.”
Oh God. Luke had seen the bundle of lacy fabric. It was no secret that I wore a bra and panties. Everyone wore underwear. But discussing it in front of Luke was a different story. What if he wanted me to try it on for him, just like I’d tried on the clothes? Would I be willing to model a bra and panties for him?
If he asked, I would.
The thought aroused me. My nipples tightened. I'd never felt anything like this before. I had to sit down on the bench for a moment and collect myself. I leaned my head back against the wall and pressed the back of my hand to my flushed cheeks.
“Are you all right in there?” Luke asked.
“Yes,” I stammered. I could barely form the words. “I'm fine.” I shot up off the bench. He was using his precious free time to buy me clothes, and I was sitting on my butt wasting time. “I'll be right out.”
“There's no rush,” he said.
I unclasped my old bra and let it fall away. In the mirror, I saw that a flush ran across my chest and my nipples were hard.
I’d never taken the time to look at myself naked -- I’d never had the opportunity. At the house I’d just fled with my sisters, we’d all shared a bathroom. There’d been no full length mirror, and we didn’t linger in the bathroom.
I picked up one of the new bras, a peachy lace garment that looked more like a halter top than a traditional bra. I pulled it on and adjusted it. The straps met behind my neck instead of going over my shoulders. I had to admit that it was a lot more attractive than a regular bra.
The halter style pulled my round breasts up and pushed them closer together, which showed off my substantial cleavage.
A pair of matching panties made of the same peachy lace fabric lay on the bench. The panties were cut in a bikini style, and I held them up in front of my body. If I were to wear them, they'd expose a good portion of my bottom.
I pushed my own panties down and pulled them off, pulling the lacy pair on. Once they were in place, I stared at my reflection.
Hurry up. Luke is waiting on you.
Between my legs, my core ached, but I tried to ignore it. He was my boss. He wouldn’t have any interest in me.
I pulled on the navy dress. It was a flattering cut for my figure. I managed to get it zipped up most of the way, but the zipper stuck near the top, right between my shoulder blades.
I could call for Charlotte. She’d race over to help me. Or I could ask Luke. Would he mind? I wasn’t sure. I’d felt his appreciative gaze, but that didn’t mean he actually wanted more.
Just then, the doorbell chimed, and I heard Charlotte greet a new customer. That made my decision for me.
I cracked the door. Luke sat in one of the chairs, waiting on me. “I really like this dress, but I can’t get the zipper finished,” I said.
He stood up. “I’ll zip it for you.” He pulled the door all the way open. He took my arm and guided me, having me turn around until my back was facing him.
My stomach twisted into a pretzel. He was so close that I could smell his expensive cologne. I exhaled, waiting. Every muscle in my body tensed.
His hand came up and he zipped my dress up. He turned me back around. He placed his large hands on my bare arms. “This dress is stunning on you.”
I tipped my head back to stare at his handsome face. My pulse was racing so fast that I couldn’t form any words.
He leaned closer. Was he going to kiss me? Did I want him to?
Yes. Yes I did. I wanted him to kiss me.
In my past, men had always been something to be feared. In my world, they hit you, or they took your money, or they showed up at your work and got you fired. All of those things had happened to my mother, my cousin and my co-workers. The men in their lives weren’t protectors or providers; even my biological father had gone to prison for trying to kill my mother when the twins were babies.
I’d never known a man like Luke. Even my boss at the grocery store had been quick to let me know I was replaceable. Never in my life had I been cherished by a man.
I let my eyes close halfway. I’d been kissed before, twice, but each time it had been gross, something I wanted to get away from. With Luke, the opposite was true. I wanted to get closer.
I let my lips part, and I breathed in. Then his strong hands were on my face, cupping my jaw. “You’re gorgeous,” he said. He pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was firm, but gentle as he licked over my lower lip. He tasted like spearmint.
Sparks shot through my body. His lips moved over mine, and then his tongue found mine. I opened for him, letting him in.
Between my legs, my pussy throbbed. I closed my eyes all the way. I hated to pull my gaze from his face, but I needed all of my concentration just to stay upright.
I needed to be touched, but we were in a dressing room. My knees went weak, and I swayed. One of his arms wrapped snugly around my waist, and he took my weight, holding me up. He continued to kiss me. A small moan escaped my lips.
He pulled back, but didn’t let go of my waist. “You are delicious.” He brushed one hand over my cheek and then finally let go.
I swayed again, and he caught me, lowering me to the bench. “Careful,” he said. “Was that your first kiss?”
I shook my head. I’d tried dating a time or two in high school, but it had never worked out very well, and I’d only let two other guys kiss me. If I could even call it that. “It was my third kiss,” I told him.
His green eyes sparked. “I was your third kiss? I take it that you liked it.”
I nodded. Liking it was an understatement. That kiss had changed my world. I hadn’t known it was possible to feel that way. I still felt like I was floating.
He smiled down at me. “We need to get you out of here.” He took my hands and pulled me to a standing position and unzipped the dress. He helped me get dressed back into my regular clothes, and he pointed at the bench. “Sit there, and don’t move. I’m going to pay for these clothes, and then I’ll come back and get you.”
I could only nod. I had no desire to argue with him. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t have done for him at that moment.
Within a few minutes, he was back with two large bags. He looked at me with what I hoped was approval. “Good. You did as I asked.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”
His approval sent a zinging sensation right to my brain. I found that I liked the feeling quite a bit.
Chapter Six
Luke
Christ. Eden was twenty-two years old. I was thirty-eight. Normally I wouldn’t dream of dating someone that young. Showing her a good time and taking her to bed, sure. But dating? No. Women that young were too much work. They needed too much attention, and too much guidance.
But Eden was different. She wasn’t insistent, or demanding.
She was exactly what I’d been missing, even though I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. She was reserved, and respectful, and most of all, she listened to me. And she was breathtakingly beautiful. I wanted nothing more than to lie her out naked on
my bed and worship her curves.
But, I suspected she was a virgin. While that held a definite appeal, taking a virgin to bed was a lot of work.
If she was submissive in bed, she wasn’t aware of it, simply because of lack of experience. Yet she responded to me so beautifully. I’d yet to meet a woman who was so naturally ready to submit. Even just kissing her in the dressing room had brought out her willing submissive trait. I hadn’t even wanted to leave her to go pay, but I’d had no choice. If any of the store employees had seen her glazed eyes, they’d have assumed she was high.
My cock throbbed as I opened the car door of the convertible for her. Having someone who could become aroused from that simple kiss was priceless. I’d be a fool to give it up.
Once she was buckled in, I put my hand on her knee. “Pull your hair up again.”
She did as she was told, and I got us back on the road. I was unable to fully appreciate the wind on our faces, because I was so turned on. I was going to have to take care of this insistent erection before anything could happen between us.
There wasn’t much traffic, and I held her hand as we drove. I’d never been into holding hands. I’d just never seen the point. But she was so innocent, and I needed to keep her grounded. Even the feel of her smaller hand in mine kept me aroused as we drove down the highway.
When we arrived back at the hotel, I was grateful to see that our guests were still on the beach. They had nets in hand now, and were chasing crabs. “They’ll be occupied for hours,” I said to Eden.
“It looks like fun.”
“Have you ever caught any of the sand crabs?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve never been to the beach before.”
I stopped myself from gaping at her. “We’ll fix that soon enough.” I vowed that I’d show her all the things Seagrove had to offer for as long as she worked for me.
As soon as we were locked inside my suite, I guided her to the sofa. “Eden, I’d like to kiss you again. I think you’ll enjoy it, and I know I will.” I brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek. “We don’t have to take things any farther than that.”
She stared at her lap. Her demeanor was vastly different from the one she’d had during our interview, which was appropriate. She was naturally responding to my dominant cues, because she was submissive.
“What if I want to?” she asked.
“I need you to speak up.”
She lifted her eyes. She spoke clearly this time. “What if I want to?”
“Then we’ll pursue a sexual relationship.”
She pressed her lips together.
“There’s something I need you to know,” I said. Once she’d nodded to let me know she was listening, I spoke again. “If I take you to bed, then you’re mine while we’re sleeping together. No other men are allowed unless you speak with me first.”
“I don’t want to date any other men,” she insisted.
“Good. And the other important thing.”
She nodded again.
“I’m in charge. You are free to walk away at any time, or tell me to stop. But unless you don’t stop me, then you’ll do as I say. At all times. Are you prepared to do that?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Good.” I tugged her close to me and kissed her again. This time she melted against me even faster. I ran my hand down her back and placed my hand over her round bottom. I couldn’t wait to see her wearing the new panties.
“I want you to go into your room and shower and shave your legs. Afterward, dry your hair and brush your teeth.” I pointed at the bag of new clothes. “Wear your new bra and panties, and throw the old ones away. Wear one of your new dresses. Do you understand?”
Her cheeks went from pink to red. “Yes. Thank you again for the clothes.”
“You’re welcome.” I pressed my mouth against hers once more. “Now go.”
She left the room and I went to my own shower. My cock was harder than I’d ever seen it. Once I was under the hot water, I took myself in hand and began to stroke. I imagined pushing my rigid cock against her plump lips. She might not be ready yet, but soon enough I’d have her on her knees, looking up at me with absolute trust. She’d never had a man’s cock in her mouth before, so I’d be the one to teach her how to part her lips so she could take me into her mouth.
Within seconds, I was coming. After my release, I felt much more focused and ready to be with her. I dressed in a plain polo shirt and tailored jeans. I’d likely stay dressed during our encounter but she’d be naked.
When I returned to the living area, I ordered some food from a local restaurant. It would be delivered after I’d made Eden come. About fifteen minutes later, Eden emerged. She wore a white sundress that showed off her collarbone. She’d done as I asked, and her blonde curls hung loose against her shoulders.
I patted the sofa. “Sit.”
She sat down. I could tell from her breathing that her heart rate was probably elevated. “You don’t have to be nervous.”
She folded her hands in her lap. “I don’t know what to do.”
“There’s absolutely nothing for you to do, except listen to me. And do what I say.” I gave her hand a quick squeeze. “I’ll show you. Stand up.”
She stood, and my cock was already half-hard again. “I like the dress, but I’m going to remove it now.” I stood in front of her, and I slowly pulled the dress over her head, until her luscious body was revealed to me.
She’d put on one of the new bras. It was white, just like her dress, and it tied behind her neck, just as her dress had. It was made of lace, and it pressed her ample breasts together.
I had visions of pressing my cock in between those breasts one day soon. But, we weren’t there yet.
For her panties, she wore a boy-short style that cupped her bottom. “Turn around,” I said. “I want to see your backside.”
She hesitated.
“Eden.” My voice was firm, but not sharp. “Do as I said.”
She jerked a little, clearly startled, but she obeyed. She turned around, turning her back to me. Sometime soon I’d have to have her wear her golden hair up in a bun so I could see the nape of her neck. From what I could see, even her shoulder blades were lovely.
I admired the feminine slope of her waist and the way the boyshorts cut across her bottom, showing off the lower part of her cheeks. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. “Good,” I said. “Now come back over here.” I was still seated on the couch, and she came to stand right in front of me. “Sit.”
She perched on the seat next to me. I scooped her hair up in one hand and pulled it to the side. I’d been right. The nape of her neck was just as lovely as I’d expected. I kissed her right at her hairline, and then under her ear, and then across her spine until she shivered.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Say my name.”
“Yes, Luke.”
“I’m going to unhook your bra now.” Her pulse fluttered in her neck and her breathing picked up. I undid the delicate hook and let the bra fall forward. I ran my hand down her spine. “Make sure you’re sitting up straight when you’re with me.”
She shifted, adjusting her posture, and I reached around and pulled the bra away from her body.
As soon as her breasts were bare, her hands went up to cover herself. “Turn toward me,” I said. She kept her arms up, hiding her chest from me.
Once she was facing me, I took both her wrists in my hands. “Do not cover yourself up again. I want to see you.” Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered her arms.
I skimmed one finger over her breast, watching as her nipples tightened to hard peaks. “There’s no reason to hide. You’re gorgeous.” I cupped both of her breasts in my hands. “Is this the first time you’ve been naked in front of a man?”
“Yes,” she said. “One tried to touch me last year, but I ran away.”
“Good girl. I’ll do my best to make sure you’re never i
n that situation while you’re working here. If any of the guests ever make you feel uncomfortable, you tell me, okay?”
She nodded. “I got good at dodging creepy customers at the grocery store.”
“That’s good news. I won’t tolerate unwelcome advances here.”
I squeezed her breasts in tandem, treasuring the flush that formed on her chest. Next I brought my thumbs forward to brush over her nipples. At the first touch of my hand, she jerked up and gasped.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Luke.”
Her chest heaved as she breathed in short pants.
I moved my thumb and forefingers together to lightly pinch her nipples. Watching her closely, I noticed her shifting her hips and squeezing her thighs together.
I put one hand on her hip. “You’re turned on, and I like that. But right now, I want you to be still. No rocking your hips. I know your body is looking for some friction, but I want to see your self control.”
“Sorry,” she breathed out.
“There’s no need to be sorry. You didn’t know.”
She looked up at me and her full lips parted as if she was going to speak, and then she stopped herself.
“What is it?” I asked. “You may speak unless I specifically tell you not to.”
“Why do you want me to be still?”
“I’m glad you asked. I like that you’re curious.”
Even at that small compliment, she blushed.
“I want you to obey me. And, sometimes I’ll tell you what to do. I like to see you exercise control, simply because that’s what I want. That’s what turns me on.”
“It turns me on too,” she said in a whisper.
“What part?” I asked.
“The part where you tell me what to do.”
“Which is why this is going so well. We like the same things; we compliment each other.” I put both hands back on her breasts and lowered my mouth to one of them. As soon as my lips closed over her nipple, she gasped again, this time much louder.