Be My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,27
scurry off to the master bathroom, unable to hear the rest of his phone call.
As I lather my skin, I imagine Miranda as my fairy godmother. She got me the carriage (limo), the ball (staying in this hotel), the man (daddy Darius), and now, I’m guessing she’s going to take care of the gown and the glass slippers.
When I emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in a huge white fluffy bathrobe, I find the bedroom empty.
Save for a masterpiece, hanging on the outside of the closet door.
A little gasp rises in my throat and my hand flutters to my chest. “It’s gorgeous.”
The dress is a light blue, sparkles dotting the material. Thick straps dive into a sweetheart neckline and the gown goes all the way down to the floor. There’s a pair of strappy gold sandals waiting for me.
A perfect outfit for my Cinderella moment.
As I step closer to investigate, I find a note pinned to the hanger. Had a few things to take care of. Please wear the panties I’ve chosen for you. I’ll meet you in the lobby of the rooftop restaurant, Opulence, at eight o’ clock. It’s just down the hall on the right.
Checking the clock on the wall, I see I’ve only got twenty minutes. Not wanting to keep my Prince Daddy Charming waiting, I quickly run about the room, finding my curling iron and makeup bag.
Dashing into the bathroom, I slide on the gold shadow I’d worn the first night here. A few coats of black mascara and five minutes with the curling iron later, I’m ready for the dress.
I lift it from the hanger, twirling it around to see the back. There isn’t one. The straps dip down, crisscrossing and meeting just above where my waist will be. It’s not lost on me that there’s no wearing a bra with this hot little number; Miranda certainly knows how to keep her clientele happy.
I slip the dress over my head. It glides down my skin like water. Unable to hold back the smile that stretches over my face, I twirl in the mirror, watching the sparkles hit the light.
Now, to find the panties he’s requested I wear.
Looking around the room, I find a pair of black panties laid out on the bed. There’s a strangely shaped hot pink silicone—thing—laying next to them. And a sheet of paper next to that.
These panties come with a sheet of instructions. I pick up the paper, gazing over the words. Vibration, discreet, remote control. “Oh my gosh, what is this?”
I sit on the bed, mumbling the directions out loud to myself. “Super Powerful and discreet: This clitoral vibrator cycles through seven vibrating patterns using the wireless remote control which will work from fifteen feet away. No one but you and your partner will know that you are wearing this quiet and invisible toy. Simply put the vibrator close to your sensitive area inside the panty for precise clitoral stimulation. Slip one end of the toy into each of the open pockets in the gusset of the provided panty to keep it in place. Whisper-quiet vibrations won't be heard by anyone around you so you can enjoy secret adventures anywhere you want.”
“Whoa!” Letting the sheet flutter to the floor, I look around for the controller.
It’s not here. He has it, I know he does. My cheeks burn even as my pussy clenches. Again.
My imagination goes to Darius, dressed to the nines, that slow smile spreading on his face, a controller in his hand.
And me at his mercy.
I give a gulp, picking up the pink silicone toy. It’s shaped kind of like a boat with a raised mound in the center. I can picture how it will cup my sex, the mound pressing just inside the opening of my pussy. I’ve never done anything like this before and my heart picks up pace.
I think of sitting in that crowded restaurant. People all around me. And this little toy, giving me pleasure at his hands. He controls how hard and how frequent the vibrations will come. I have no say in it, no control.
My nipples tighten, straining against the fabric of my dress.
“Well, here goes nothing.” I take the panties, opening the waistband and peeking inside. Within the gusset, there are slits for the toy to fit in, just as the directions promised. Taking the naughty little toy in my hands, I slide it into the material, securing it in place.