Page 63 of Injustice and Absolution

He’s looking at me as though my obedience is threatening to eat away at every ounce of restraint he has in him, keeping him from taking me right here and now.

My core burns, witnessing his struggle.

After Royce, I never thought someone would look at me with such craving.

Drew hands me the uniform top before either of our control breaks. I pull it over my head, turning to allow him to clip it in place at my back. When he’s done securing it, I adjust my breasts within the fabric, fitting them more comfortably into the cups of the garment and accentuating my cleavage.

I stand close to the mirror so neither Drew nor I can get a full, good look at me yet. Next, I unbutton my pants and pull them off swiftly. Then comes my panties, and my eyes shift to Drew’s reflection in the mirror once they’re off.

Again, his orbs burn into me with a neediness to them. He holds his restraint the best he can, but if I make one wrong move... If I give him the smallest inclination that I’m as hot and ready as he is, he’ll pounce.

Reaching behind me, I silently ask for the bottoms, but instead, Drew drops onto his knees. He places a kiss beneath each curve of my ass, on my right leg and then my left.

My mouth opens, hunger for him causing a sharp intake of breath. I wait for him to continue. To touch me. To lick me. As moisture pools between my legs, suddenly I can’t wait to get the bottoms on.

I want to make him proud.

I want to see myself through his eyes.

I want him to ease my negative thoughts and reward me for “owning my desire,” as he puts it.

He’s been working on this with me. My mind turns quiet when I’m with him. Any worry I have about how he views me, how badly he wants me, how shameful I feel regarding my sexual cravings...

They all disappear when we’re together. He assures me my feelings are normal. He encourages me to accept myself for who I am rather than feel ashamed. Even before he ever knew about my past.

His fingers gently tap my right leg, and I lift my foot so he can position the bottoms in place. We repeat with the left side, and I’m awarded another kiss as he slowly, seductively drags the fabric up my legs.

It’s not lost on me that he holds the same amount of desire dressing me as he does undressing me.

I may need to get some lingerie.

“Let me see you,” he whispers in my ear, standing tall behind me again. His voice thick with lust.

Instead of scrutinizing my own reflection, I turn around and show myself to Drew. His opinion is the only one that matters to me. He rakes his eyes over my body as I watch him carefully temper the fight in them.

He wants me, and when he gets like this, there isn’t much either of us can do or say to stop him. He runs the back of his hand down my arm as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

I think he’s going to go in for the kill when he says, “Now turn around, and tell me you don’t see the most beautiful, sexy woman looking back at you in that mirror.”

Following his command, I turn, finally gazing upon the figure in the reflection. For a moment, I don’t recognize her. But it’s my hair, my hands, my feet I see. Only, instead of the normal dysmorphic thoughts I feel about the more intimate areas of my body, there is love.

An admiration for my complete form. From head to toe.

My wild eyes, heavy with lust for the man who is single-handedly changing the way I view myself. My ample breasts, full and round and perfectly sized for his hands. My waist, hips, and ass just the right shape to fit against his body every night.

“Every inch of you is Delilah. Your body isn’t the same as Maia’s or Haven’s or any of the other Spotlight girls. It’s not the same as any girl outside of Spotlight either. Because it’syours. And it’s perfect.”

He runs his hands under my arms, hugging me around my bare stomach and tugging me against him.

“And it’s mine...” His declaration causes me to tremble beneath his touch.

“Drew, I need you,” I whisper, barely able to speak.

I turn my head, and his lips meet mine, our kiss deepening quickly before he pulls away.

“And I promise you, as soon as we get home, I’ll give you everything you need. But I don’t want to cheapen you by allowing the girls to hear me ravaging you in the back of the club. We both know how loud my pretty girl can be.”

My breath leaves me at his denial, but once he’s across the small closet and I’m back in the clothes I wore here, I realize how thankful I am to him. I would have died if anyone heard us, and I’d never be able to show my face here again.

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