then,” Sam says, going back to working on my make-up.
Just before she’s done, Jennifer and Shy get back with several bags. Some of them from the Naughty Peach. My face burns several shades of red as I stand up and look in the mirror at Sam and my sister’s work. I don’t even look like I normally do. My make-up is barely there. I can’t even tell you what Sam has done to my face. Kim has my hair curled and cascading down my back. Well, what’s not over my shoulders, resting against my chest.
Jennifer and Shy begin to dump out the bags on Killer’s bed. They’ve bought me several different nighties, corsets, thigh highs, heels, and several other things I’ll need for the night. According to them at any rate. The four other ol’ ladies sift through each and every piece of barely there clothing on the bed before picking out the best one for me. Shy shoves it in my hand while ushering me to the bathroom.
After I put the items on, with minimal help from Sam, I place a small black robe over me. Walking back in the bedroom, I see they’ve done more work. Candles are over every single surface while the bed has flower petals on it. The TV is showing a fire instead of a movie or television show. After looking me over one last time, the women do one last thing. Rich carries in a small table.
Jennifer drapes it with a tablecloth before setting up the takeout dinner they got while they were out. Once that’s all ready to go, they back out of the room and close me in. I’m not sure if they already called Killer or not. I’ll find out soon. Now, it’s just time to wait while my nerves get the better of me. I want to pace and bite my nails, but I don’t. I simply sit on the edge of the bed and wait for whatever is about to happen.
Before Killer gets here, I get a message to remove my robe from Sam. She knows me too well. Undoing the belt, I take it off and lay it over the back of one of the chairs at the table. Now my nerves are really getting the better of me. I’m wearing a red nightie with black lace edges. The red material is completely see through and barely hits below my pussy. Black thigh highs go with the outfit and red heels cover my feet. I’ve definitely never looked like this before in my entire life.
It’s not long before Killer is rushing through the door of his bedroom. He stops dead in his tracks when he gets a look at me. I watch on, my face heated and heart beating out of my chest, as Killer swallows several times. His chest is rising and falling from running into the house while his eyes are about to bulge out of his head.
“Gwen, what’s goin’ on?” he asks, letting his gaze run from my face to my toes and back up again. “Shy said you needed me.”
Killer lets his gaze travel so slow over my body I finally understand what people say when they talk about feeling a man’s gaze eat them up and undress them. His eyes are heated as he continues to look at me. Killer’s eye lids are at half mast as he crosses his arms over his chest. It’s almost as if he’s trying to keep himself from attacking me in the best way possible.
“Well, um, I didn’t know how to tell you,” I begin, not sure even now exactly what to say to him.
“Tell me what?” he questions me.
“That I want you,” I reply, turning my face down so I don’t have to look at him to see his reaction.
Within seconds Killer is standing right in front of me with my head leaning against his chest. Using his pointer finger, Killer tips my head up until I’m looking at him.
“You’re not ever to be scared or nervous to tell me anythin’. You want me, fuckin’ tell me,” he orders before lowering his head and brushing his lips against mine. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy right now but you don’t need all this shit.”
Before I can say a word in response, Killer rips the nightie from my body and then goes for the barely there panties covering me. I’m left standing in front of him in nothing more than the thigh highs and red heels. Killer lifts