Page 84 of Five Days to Be Mine
I open the closet in the hall he gave me to use, and sort through my clothes.
I don’t have anything really fancy and my stomach knots, anxious about what to wear.
“This black sparkly dress.” Evan plucks it out of my closet and puts it in my arms.
I stare at the dress, with its lacy sleeves, and a ribbon under the breast line.
It’s super short. I packed it on a whim, but now I’m unsure.
“You’re going to see all my curves in this dress.”
“That’s exactly what I want to see,” Evan says. He takes one arm, then the other, pinning them behind my back. “And when I put those cuffs on, with your wrists at the small of your back like this, those beautiful breasts are going to be on display. Who are these breasts on display for?” He rolls a nipple between his fingers, making me gasp.
“You Sir.” Shivers, hot and cold, roll through me.
He takes the other nipple between his fingers, and pulls both nipples up, until I stumble.
“Good girl. You have ten minutes to get ready. No bra, no panties.”
My cheeks are so heated, my head spins, but the excitement that is coursing through me tingles my skin.
Quickly, I throw the dress on, smoothing out the skirt around my wide hips. I apply a soft shimmer to my eyes and a red stain to my lips.
I shove my feet into the low slingback heels and I’m ready.
“I can’t wait to see those lips around my cock tonight.” Evan slides his forearm under my breasts, lifting them up as if they are on a shelf.
He holds up a pair of thick cuffs, leather with velvet on the inside, and rubs them against my arm.
“Your hands please, princess.”
I bring my hands to my front, and gently he takes my right arm, presses it into my back, cuffs it, then repeats the move with the other one.
My heart beats wildly against my ribs.
He kisses me, long and slow.
“Let’s go,” he takes my arm and we walk down the hall, into the elevator and up to Sinful Bites.
The security men greet him, and with his hand on the small of my back, we enter the restaurant.
I thought it would be empty when we got here, but no, service has started.
The restaurant is full, the waitstaff is circling, guests are talking, the din of laughter is heavy in the air.
I feel super self-conscious with my hands behind my back.
“Keep your head up, princess. You’re so sexy and you’re mine.”
His words send an infusion of pleasure through my veins.
I lean into him as we walk through the place, Evan stopping to clasp hands and greet customers.
It feels like everyone is watching me but my body hums, my cheeks ache from smiling because the place is electric.
One man is feeding his sub, her head on his lap, the look in her eyes pure adoration.
Two women are eating off the legs of one man who is propped up on a table.
