Hooker(55)

‘What do you think of this?’ I ask, holding up a pretty pink silk corset. It has two strips of black lace running down the front, either side of the eyelets, which are laced with black silk ribbon. ‘It goes with these,’ I add, showing him a tiny pink and black G-string.

Instead of replying he growls, adjusting his crotch at the same time.

‘I think I might try these on.’

He growls again when I give him a flirtatious smile.

I know I’m treading on thin ice, but I’m enjoying making him squirm. It’s playful and fun. My life’s always been so structured and serious, it’s nice to act carefree for a change.

I guess my life is far from carefree at the moment. It’s like the calm before the storm—the M storm. I don’t want to think about that right now. I want to enjoy my new found freedom for as long as it lasts.

‘Is it okay if I try this on?’ I ask the sales assistant as I pass on my way to the dressing rooms.

‘Sure,’ she replies, without making eye contact. Her gaze is fixed firmly on Brock as he trails behind me. There’s a smile playing on her lips as she looks him up and down. Ugh. She’s lucky I’m not the jealous type. He is perfection, so I can’t really blame her, but it’s obvious we’re here together. I find her behaviour trashy.

‘Where are you going?’ I ask Brock, when he tries to follow me into the cubicle.

‘To help.’

‘I’m capable of doing it on my own,’ I inform him as I push him back out.

‘I want to see what it looks like once it’s on.’

‘I’ll consider it,’ I say, closing the door in his face. The look he gives me is priceless. I’m smiling to myself as I set the lingerie down on the red velvet chair in the corner.

‘I mean it, Jade,’ he warns, making me laugh. I love this dominant side of him.

As I set about getting undressed, I hear the sales assistant speak. ‘Is everything all right in here?’

‘Yes, thank you,’ Brock replies.

I stop what I’m doing, listening intently to their conversation. Of course she was waiting until I wasn’t around for a chance to talk to Brock alone. Some women have no shame. It’s not half obvious that she’s attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be?

‘Great. Let me know if your friend requires any assistance, handsome.’

‘She’s my girlfriend,’ he replies flatly. He called me his girlfriend. My lips turn up in a huge grin as I do an inner fist pump. Even if he’s just saying that for her benefit, I’m still thrilled. I’ve never had a boyfriend before.

‘Oh.’ She doesn’t say another word after that. Thankfully, she got the message loud and clear.

After tightening the ribbon, I admire my ensemble in the mirror. It looks gorgeous.

‘Jade,’ I hear Brock call softly, after knocking on the cubicle door.

‘Yes.’

‘Can I see now?’

The hopefulness in his voice brings a smile to my face again. Without replying, I unlock and open the door slightly. He pops his head in and the look on his face does something to me. I’m so lost in it, I don’t even realise when he pushes the door open further, worming his way inside and turning the latch to relock it.

‘What are you doing?’ I whisper.

‘Sweet Jesus,’ is all he says as his arms wrap around my waist, drawing my body towards his. ‘You look incredible. We’re definitely buying this.’

‘You like?’ I ask as he gropes at my arse.

‘I fucking love. Turn around.’

I do as he asks.

‘Christ,’ he groans as his fingers skim up the outside of my legs until they’re resting on my hips. In the reflection, I see his eyes planted firmly on my behind. He takes a step forward, rubbing his body against mine. When his gaze meets mine in the mirror there’s pure desire in his eyes. Nobody has ever looked at me the way he does. Nobody.

His hands encircle my waist as he draws me closer, pressing into my back. ‘What are you doing to me?’ he murmurs as his lips graze over my shoulder. I have no idea, but I’m pretty sure it’s the same thing he’s doing to me.

I moan softly, resting my head against his chest while his mouth trails a path up my neck. One of his hands palm my breast through the corset, and the other moves down between my legs. I’m so lost in his touch that I totally forget we’re still in the dressing room at the lingerie store.

I’m pulled back into reality when I hear the tearing of fabric. ‘Brock,’ I say, when my eyes fly open to see him shoving the now ruined panties I was just wearing into his pocket. ‘I haven’t even paid for them yet.’