Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,43
in the back, I pair it with fishnet stockings and lacy gloves with ribbon restraints, and I feel incredibly sexy. And naughty.
As I look in the mirror, I plump my cleavage together with my arms pressed to my side. The strip of lace cascades from the collar barely covering my nipples, my tits firm and full. And then I bend over to check how it looks in the back.
There is nothing left to the imagination in this lingerie set, the G-string pulling tight in the crease of my butt. I can’t wait for Faron’s reaction when he sees me in it. And the slap of his hand against my backside that’s sure to follow, leaving a nice red mark from his handprint. Or whatever instrument he decides to use.
Slipping on the long-sleeve, short, red sheath dress, it hugs my body like a glove, accentuating every round curve and my full breasts that are eager to be touched and sucked.
It feels like I’ve transformed into this new woman. Back home, I would hide my body, afraid of what people would say and what they would think when they saw me. But all I want to do now is flaunt what I have. Make Faron’s mouth water and his cock hard when he sees me enter the room and make him so hot with lust that he’ll bend me over his knee and swat my ass, telling me how his dirty slut has turned him into a horny beast.
I smile at my reflection and then practically jump out of my skin when his voice startles me out of my fantasy.
He stands close behind me, his hot breath at my ear.
“You are the very definition of cock tease in this dress, little girl. Every man that sees you will fantasize about being inside you,” he observes, a hand trailing up the back of my leg and landing between my thighs where he strokes a finger over the new panties. “But they will only get to watch, touch and maybe even taste.”
He slides the panel over my mound and glides a finger through my damp folds. I bite my lip, but the moan escapes anyway, my body yearning for everything he gives me. And then his finger breaches my entrance, plunging it inside my aching pussy.
“But I’m the only man, Gemma, who gets to be inside you. Do you understand?”
I nod emphatically and a sinful smile stretches across his face as he withdraws his finger, leaving me bereft.
“Good girl. Now come on, I’ve made arrangements that I think you’ll agree with.”
Sliding my hand through his crooked elbow, we head down the stairwell, where we stop in the foyer and he presents me with a box.
“Open it.”
This is the first gift I’ve ever received from a man. The box is sealed with a bow, which I slide off and open the lid. Fishing around the tissue, my fingers land on a piece of leather. Faron takes the empty box from my hands as I lift the diamond-encrusted white neck collar, a small loop and lock in the front.
In our discussion last night, he mentioned the use of collars in the club worn by subs to represent they were taken and had a Dominant who they belonged to.
“I’d like you to wear this tonight.”
I examine the soft fur lined interior of the leather accessory, my brain spinning with questions and confusion.
The collar represents a relationship of sorts. Boundaries and training, the forging of an ongoing union. Domination and ownership. But it’s contradictory to the fact that he’s sending me away tomorrow. Letting me go back to the U.S. without a definitive answer as to whether he wants me to return.
“Just tonight?” I question, my thumb skimming over the jewels in the ornate band.
His gaze flits away from me, his hands fisting at his sides. A tight tick in his jaw appears, visible even under the dark stubble of his five o’clock shadow, which never seems to disappear even after he’s shaved.
Faron takes two steps closer, removing the collar from my hands and holding it between us before he lifts his eyes back to mine.
“I started slow with you, Gem, as inexperienced as you were. And it was good. You were so good. But I want to show you other ways…to do things to you…” He scrubs a shaky hand over his face and breathes a heavy sigh.
“This represents you are MINE in the club. You obey me and only me. You please ME. I choose what