Page 8 of Flogging Faith

It was a little like being back at university again, picking out clothes for a night out, only Riley had seen all of Bex’s kinkiest outfits.

“You don’t want to come on too strong,” she pointed out. “If Faith’s as quiet as you say she is, you don’t want to scare her off by going full-leather catsuit.”

Bex shot her a look. “When have I ever worn a catsuit? Where would I even get one that fit me?”

“There are plus-size designers,” protested Riley, but she knew Bex was right. “Come on then, what were you thinking?”

“Sheer black tights with the seam up the back, black lacy bra, black blazer.”

Riley nodded approvingly. “Showing off all your best assets—legs, tits and curves. And your hair?”

“Down.” Bex fingered her ponytail. “I think Faith would like it if my hair was down.”

She wondered what else Faith liked, and hoped beyond all hope that she was going to get to find out for herself.

CHAPTER 5

Waiting by the elevator, Faith couldn’t stop bouncing on the spot. Mandi had helped her get ready, once she’d finished her shift in the Littles’ Library, and the two of them had gotten all excited. She’d eaten a decent dinner and had plenty of water.

Her pulse raced, and she couldn’t help but stim, fingers fluttering by her sides. She’d dressed up, as best she could: a cute black dress, with a short skirt that flirted around her knees; a bra that did what it could with what little she had; and comfortable ballet flats, because even though heels made her legs look great, Faith hated how they made her feet feel.

Mandi had declared her perfection, and Amelia had said she looked “very nice” when she’d come to pick up Mandi for their date night.

Even so, Faith had shuffled about her suite until five minutes before the time they’d agreed to meet.

The Dungeon opened at 9 p.m., and Bex had promised to get the elevator up to Faith’s floor, so she wouldn’t have to go down on her own. She was grateful for that.

She still couldn’t quite believe Bex wanted to go with her. For all Mandi’s gushing over her outfit, Faith knew she wasn’t really anything special to look at. That wasn’t her being down on herself, it was just an objective fact. Faith had seen what pretty and beautiful women looked like, and she knew she didn’t really fit any of those molds. She was tall and slender; she was all soft and curvy. She was a mid-ground. A standard person. And Bex seemed like she was used to anything but standard.

Elevator doors dinged and opened.

Bex stepped out.

Yeah, Bex was certainly not standard.

Long, shapely legs, with thighs that dimpled beneath sheer material, made their way up to where Bex’s black blazer dipped in, flaring out over wide hips and a rounded stomach.

And her breasts.

Faith had to fight to stop staring her breasts, encased in black lace and threatening to spill over the top of the material.

“Hey,” said Bex.

“Murgh,” said Faith. She actually said “Murgh,” as if her entire brain had short circuited the moment she’d seen Bex.

“Gods, you look great,” said Bex, and she held out her hand for Faith to twirl on the spot for her.

She twirled, and her skirt rose up and spun round her, hinting at the lingerie beneath.

Bex made a strangled sound, and Faith was pleased to note she might not be the only one poleaxed in this moment.

“You okay?” she asked sweetly, and Bex laughed.

“Fuck, no. How the hell am I supposed to be all cool and calm and collected, when you’re out here looking like that?”

Well, wasn’t that the sweetest reaction?

“Shall we…?” She nodded towards the open elevator door.