Page 31 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe

Since I met Vincent, I’ve become more interested in fashion. Before him I just couldn’t afford it, but he has been spoiling me non-stop with new clothes I guess it was inevitable.

“A dress that makes you look like you fell from the heavens.” He chuckles, climbing out of the car.

Vincent takes my hand and walks with me into the mall. Once we are inside, he pulls me even closer and slips his arm around my waist. It makes me smile. He isn’t afraid of letting other people know I’m his.

Am I his? Or is this just part of his game?

What does it matter? Just enjoy it for now.

Vincent doesn’t shop in the same malls I am used to shopping in. These are all extremely expensive boutique storeswith window displays that make me gasp when we walk past them.

“Wow.” I murmur, spotting a dress too gorgeous for words. It’s dark red, with a low-cut front, thin straps made of glittering beads, and a slit so high up the long flowing skirt that it would probably reach my hip bone.

“That one?” He asks, pulling me to a stop.

I nod. Inside my thoughts scream that it will be way too expensive, but I’m trying to think like he does - to live in a world where money doesn’t even exist. Price tags don’t get looked at when you choose items.

The woman in the boutique rushes right over to us and smiles eagerly. She has too much makeup on and the red stain she’s chosen for her lips doesn’t match her skin tone.

“How can I be of help?” She asks in an extremely posh accent that sounds forced. Her eyes are devouring Vincent as she speaks.

I sneer, rolling my eyes at her. She couldn’t grovel more if she tried.

“My little pet would like the blood red dress in the window display. And this one—” He walks over to a black dress that is covered in tiny glittering black crystals, each hand-stitched into the dark fabric. “She will try them both on.” He says, then settles into the high back sofa positioned in front of the dressing rooms.

The woman jumps to obey his commands, and I muse over the fact that he appears to have the same power over everyone. But not everyone gets to see the side of him I see.

“Come, little raven.” He says, tapping his leg.

I walk over to him and slide onto his lap. Waiting for the woman to set up my dressing room for me. I could get used to this.

Vincent brushes his hand up and down my back, caressing me while we wait.

I step out of the dressing room wearing the black dress and Vincent clenches his jaw, shifting in his seat.

It has a halter neck design with a tight collar around my throat. The long tight dress hugs me from top to bottom and two long slits run up either side, even higher than the red dress slit, leaving very little room for the imagination when it comes to admiring my legs.

“Yes.” He says, sounding aggressive. “Next.”

I grin because I know that look in his eyes better than anyone. He loves it. He might not have a lot to say about it, but every inch of his body language is giving him away.

I do an extra twirl, swaying my hips, before I head back into the changing rooms to try on the red dress.

When I step out this time, he takes a sharp breath and mumbles. “Fuck.”

The dress dips low in front, showing off the curve of my breasts, barely hiding them at all. The dark red, velvet fabric clings to my body, hinting at every curve of me, then flares out over my hips down to the floor. When I walk the slit floats open and teasingly shows my leg.

Vincent stands up and slowly walks around me, letting his hand follow the curve of my waist.

“Let me help you out of this one.” He says, pushing me into the change room and following me.

“Um, sir, you can’t—” the shop assistant mumbles helplessly.

“You can ring up both dresses.” He says, closing the door on the saleswoman.

I giggle as he pushes me against the wall, his cock rock hard against me.

“I can’t decide which I like better.” He says quietly.

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