Page 18 of Red's Revenge

“No. Those are a glitter and bedazzled bomb gone wrong.” Where the fuck did she get them from?

“They have a matching hat.” She turns and points over her shoulder to the bed that does indeed have a matching cowboy hat lying on the covers.

“NO,” I take her hand and drag her into the room.

“These are for you.” I place the vase down on the coffee table and find her closet.

I start searching through her shit, looking for those heels she had on earlier.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I ignore her as my eyes find red lace, and I forget the shoes altogether.

“Mmm, now I do hope you’re wearing something like this under that dress.

I let the thong twirl on the tip of my finger as she jumps to try and get it back. Without the heels, she’s at least a foot shorter than me.

“Drop that!” she squeals, and my eyes dart to the way her ample breasts move as she hops again.

Fucking hell. No bra.

I hand her the scrape of lace she considers underwear, and I can’t even be made if she is wearing any right now. It’ll hardly stop much of anything and won’t stand a chance against my teeth.

I clear my throat and my thoughts as I spot the heels by the bed.

“Come here,” I take her by the shoulders and turn her to walk out of the closet.

“Sit.” She lets a little growl out at me.

“I AM NOT A DOG.” I smirk and push her to sit down.

“No, Darlin’, you are many things, but a dog is not one.” I drop to my knee and grab the heel of one boot.

She gasps as I lift her leg to remove the boot, and her hands fly to the dress to hold it down, but she’s two seconds too late. I decided to ignore what I saw or better say what I didn’t see cause I’m a gentleman.

When I want to be anyway.

I repeat the process with her other foot and then place the heels on her feet before standing and looking down at her. Her head is level with my hard cock, and the perfect image of her bare cunt is plastered in my mind where it will stay all night, I’m sure.

“Now you’re ready. Leave the hat.” I offer her my hand, and she takes it, standing to her full height plus the six inches the heels give her.

Her head is level with my chin now, and I enjoy the look in her eyes when she raises her chin to look at me.

“I take it we aren’t going to your local bar.” I shake my head.

“I’ll grab my purse.” I retake her hand and walk us to the door.

“You won’t need it.” She tries to stop me.

“Red, I need my wallet!” I close her door without acknowledging her.

“Dammit, I need my ID, room key, my money!” She tries again, and I stop.

“No, we won’t be drinking ‘cause I won’t have you blaming shit on alcohol tonight. You are not paying, so no money is needed, and I have a room key.” I produced the plastic card I stopped at the front desk for.

“How did you get that?” She gasps.

I wink and continue our route to the front door.

“Y’all have a good night, Mr. Justice!” The front desk clerk says as we exit.

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