Page 69 of Naughty November
“This little thing locked away, unnecessary and unneeded while I’m in charge.”
I nodded, whimpering, because the words still sounded all wrong, deviant and embarrassing… but theyfeltright.
They felt perfect.
“It’s okay to like it, princess,” he murmured, releasing my cage and stepping back. “You have no idea how much I love that you trust me to push your boundaries like this. How fucking hot it is to see that rush of nerves flash through you. It’s a fucking gift.”
He rubbed his thumb over my lips, staring at my mouth for a moment, then crouched down in front of me and tapped my foot.
“Now lift this for me. That’s it. Step into these and let’s make you even prettier.”
Oh, god. The panties.
They were black, matching the trim on the camisole.
Black andlacy.
And tinier than any underwear I’d ever worn.
But they fit.
Cindy had always joked, in this almost mean way, about how she liked borrowing my jeans because our waists were the same size.But the panties? The back was cut so high that the bottom half of each cheek was left bare, and the little triangle of material in the front, barely a wisp of fabric, would never have been able to cover me... if my dick wasn’t already tucked away.
Like Fletcher had just said, unnecessary and unneeded at the moment.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed out as he settled them in place, stroking my cage once he had it tucked behind the lace with so much heat in his gaze that a moan slipped out of me.
And yeah, my dick was trying and failing to get hard again, creating a twisted storm of need inside me that kept building and building with no place to go. But Fletcher was right. Ididn’tneed it right now. He was making me into the pretty one. The submissive one.His princess, who he could dress up for his pleasure alone.
Because he was the strong alpha male who was going to… toravishme.
I bit my lip, blushing so hard at the direction my thoughts were tumbling in that it felt like I was going to combust. I don’t even think that word existed anymore. It was just something I vaguely remembered Everett laughing about from the trashy bodice-rippers his and Fletcher’s mom liked to secretly read when we were kids.
But if it did still exist, then I would absolutely let Fletcher ravish me.
Oh God, I might even beg him to at this point.
“You’ve been so good for me, princess,” he murmured, still crouched in front of me with his fingers gliding back and forth under the edges of the little panties. “But I made you a promise and I intend to keep it. Turn around for me now, okay. Brace your hands right there on the couch and let me have this ass.”
I did it, trembling all over and not at all sure what was happening right now.
At least, not until he slipped a hand between my legs to cup my caged cock again. “Just a little longer, baby. Then we’ll get this off. But first things first.”
Oh.
Right.
He’d come over to do that. I’d pretty much forgotten. And he’d promised to… to…
“You’re going to make me come first,” I whispered, shaking all over as I did what he’d asked me to.
“That’s right, princess,” he said with a low groan, cupping my ass cheeks, one in each hand, and then pulling them apart and blowing on my quivering asshole through the lace. “Are you ready for that?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, still not sure how he could do it when my dick couldn’t even get hard, but so turned on that I hoped it was true.
“Spread your legs.”
I did, so fast it would have been embarrassing if not for the way I was too overcome with another wave of that weird, stomach-twisting version of frustrated arousal to worry about stuff like that.