Page 68 of Naughty November
“Shhh, baby,” he said, stepping in close. Cupping my jaw with one hand and my cage with the other. “Look at me. That’s it. Good boy. So pretty. So sweet. You’re okay. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
I stared up into his eyes, all the chaos inside me starting to settle.
He smiled. “Okay now?”
“Yeah,” I whispered back.
His smile got wider, sexy as sin and twice as wicked. Then he stepped back and let his eyes roam over me as he smoothed a hand over the lace and silk covering my chest.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Jesus, baby.Lookat you.”
I drew in a shaky breath. I felt too nervous to actually look down and do that again… but somehow, I’d also never been so turned on in my life.
“You really like it?” I whispered, desperately searching his face for any sign that he found it—me—ridiculous.
This silky, pretty thing might have technically fit me, but it wasn’tmadefor someone like me. For my flat chest. My wide shoulders. The hair on my arms—not crazy thick, but definitely more noticeable than I’d ever seen on a girl—and on my legs, too.
I clenched my hands together nervously, then suddenly seemed tooawareof them. They were compact like the rest of me, but also wider than a girl’s. Veiny and just very…male.
Because that was the thing. My bodymay have been small, but it was very, very male.
Iwas male.
And this pretty thing Fletcher had wanted to see me in was not.
“It doesn’t look silly?” I pressed on, my voice rising a little.“You really think it’s okay?”
“Holden,” he said, something as dark and decadent as chocolate in his voice. “I don’t think it’s okay. Seeing you like this is so fucking farpast okay it might just kill me. I think it’s fucking incredible. I thinkyouare, baby. Don’t ever doubt it.”
Heat flashed through me. Fletcher did like it.
I looked down at myself again, a shiver rolling up my spine at the smooth fall of the creamy silk and the erotically obscene sight of my locked cock below its hem.
“Does being pretty like this make you nervous?” Fletcher murmured, reaching out to rub the soft material between his fingers, then using it to tug me closer.
I nodded frantically, like one of those bobble-headed dolls, a little thrill inside me that he saw that. That he sawme.
“Fuck, not just pretty, but still too fucking cute, too,” he said, grinning at me. Then he leaned in, leaned down until his lips were so close to my ear that it was almost like a kiss.
I held my breath. Iwantedit to be a kiss. More than anything.
“It’s okay to be nervous, button,” he whispered, his lips brushing against me as he spoke and making me moan. “And it’s a fucking rush to know that you’re willing to push through those nerves, just because I asked you to. Because that’s why you said yes, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“For me.Justme.”
I nodded, shamelessly clutching him when my knees went weak.
And just like before, he caught me. Held me against him with one hand on my bare ass and my entire body plastered up against his.
“You want to be good for me,” he murmured, eyes searching my face and the hot ridge of his cock burning into my stomach, right through the rough denim of his jeans and the silky, feminine piece of cream-colored luxury he’d put on me. “You want to make me happy,” he went on, kneading my ass with that big hand of his. “Be pretty for me. My pretty little princess. Isn’t that right, baby?”
I blinked up at him. “Your… Your princess?” I licked my lips, nerves kicking in again. “I thought you didn’t like women.”
He chuckled. “I don’t. Not like that. But you, princess? I love that you’re willing to be so pretty for me. There’s nothing hotter than the way you look right now, hard little nipples pushing through satin as it whispers over your skin. Andthis…”
He reached between us and cupped my caged cock again, making my hips thrust toward him and a frustrated whine leave my throat.