This outfit was straight up scandalous; the naughtiest thing I’d ever had on my body.
I let my fingers trail my body, feeling the brandy course through me. No one had ever bought me lingerie before. The fact that it was Jon made it seem even naughtier a purchase; somehow more taboo. I imaged him seeing me wearing this and felt a warm ache in my core at the thought. A naughty thought crossed my mind.
Instead of changing back, I simply put my skirt and shirt back on, balling my panties and tights up in a ball and sticking them in the lingerie box. I felt wickedly naughty with the feel of the sheer material against my skin instead of the cotton of my normal panties. Feeling my pulse race, I finished the rest of my mug, reached for the door, and stepped back out.
Chapter 5:
“So how do they fit?”
My pulse raced. It was the question I’d been waiting for. Biting at my bottom lip, I walked towards him, bringing myself closer to the firelight. Saying nothing, the brandy giving me courage, I reached down, grabbed at my skirt, and flipped it up.
He gasped, his eyes staring hard at the sheer dark of the panties against my creamy skin. I giggled and twirled, flashing him the soft globes of my ass split by the teeny thong, before dropping the skirt with a fit of nervous laughter and a blush of crimson across my face.
I looked at him expectantly,. “So...what do you think?”
I saw the dark, wolfish hunger in his eyes then, and a small shiver went up my back. His eyes slowly raised to mine, fire raging behind them. The room felt smaller, quieter. "I think you should throw some music on while I make us another drink.” His grin was darker than before this time; hungrier.
Still blushing at my shameless display, I turned giddily on my heel and moved towards his entertainment shelf, measuring my breath in slow, calming breaths.
"You know, the neighbors will talk, what with you giving me naughty underwear and me staying here like this." I said it cheerily, trying to lighten the mood. I turned to wink at him, but found his gaze even and unblinking as he watched me from across the room. The dark wolfish eyes had replaced the disarming smile again.
"Let them."
I swallowed heavily, feeling the heat creep back into my cheeks as I turned back to the stereo.
What the heck was in that drink?
With a startled shiver, breaking my thoughts, I felt him behind me then. I knew it him without turning or seeing, and my breath hitched in my throat as I felt his presence there. I straightened up, stiffening slightly, and began to turn.
"Jon, I-"
With a rush, he was on me then. Hands grabbed and held me tightly to him, smothering me against him. I gasped, and then moaned as his lips crashed hungrily against mine. His grip was strong, the smell of his aftershave captivating me as his tongue pushed at my lips.
I wrenched my mouth from his, gasping for air as I weakly pushed against his chest with my hands. "Wait! Wait! Jon, what are y-!" He cut me off again with his lips, hot and wet against my own as he held me tighter.
He had me pressed back hard against the bookshelves, my back against the paperback romances and leather-bound classics that I’d borrowed as a kid; the ones that I’d read while he and my father talked business.
I could feel his hand snaking down between us, moving lower. I gasped as he pressed at my pussy through my skirt and my new naughty underwear before dipping to my hemline. His hand gripped at my thigh and moved up, sliding over my skin to my sheer panty-covered crotch.
“We- we shouldn’t!” I gasped out, moaning as his lips moved to my ear, sending a tingle through my whole body.
"I've waited until now, and tonight, you're mine." He grunted the last word out harshly, making me shiver and whimper against him.
"But, my parents-”
His hand pushed against my pussy, fingers sliding determinedly over me as he rubbed my soaking wet slit through the flimsy material of his gift.
"No buts,” he growled. “Tonight, you’re mine. Tonight, I’m going to take you the way I’ve wanted to take you since you turned eighteen,” he grunted into my ear. He bunched my skirt around my waist, growling into my ear again. “Jesus, Rachel, this sexy little skirt to bring me cookies? I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in that door.”
His body held me firmly to the wall and I whimpered then, feeling both helpless and utterly turned on at the animal that had risen to the surface of this man I'd known my entire life. I never wanted him to stop what he was doing right then. His finger slid over the edge of my panties, and I shivered at his touch against my skin there.