Page 40 of Forced Alpha Bride
“Okay,” I answer, my voice high. “Forget the shower. Just help me get changed.”
“As you wish,” he says, standing up just as smoothly as he sat down. There is a casual athleticism about him, an ease of movement that suggests unbelievable physical prowess.
Of course, I did personally watch him haul my plump ass straight up a mountain, so him being strong isn’t a surprise. But he also moves like a gymnast or a dancer.
“Winnie?” Damon asks.
I realize he’s standing right in front of me, holding a couple of dresses. “Oh. Sorry, I faded out a bit.”
“You do that,” he says with a grin. “It’s kind of cute.”
A smile breaks across my face, and I bow my head to hide it.
Even Krista gets frustrated by my little lapses in concentration. I’ve never met anyone who actually liked it.
“Which dress, Winnie?”
“Oh. The black one.”
Damon tosses the others on the bed and shakes out the black gown for me, laying it neatly on the bed as I stand up. I hold out my hands to him. He gives me a look, and I shrug.
“The only way to get this dress off and the other one on is to undo my hands.”
He examines me briefly, sighing. “Okay, you’re right. But don’t try anything.”
I blink up at him innocently, and I see just the hint of a grin at the edge of his lips.
“Okay,” Damon says, pulling the chain out of the loops on the manacles. “Get changed.”
“Do you have to be so close?” I complain.
“Yes. You’ve proven to be very slippery. And don’t forget, I dressed you up in the mountains. I’ve seen it all.”
My cheeks burn as emotions collide inside me. I’m embarrassed and scared, but there’s also something thrilling about it. Maybe even liberating.
Harnessing the feeling of empowerment, I pull the green gown slowly up my thighs, watching as Damon’s eyes fall to follow the rising hem. I slide the gown slowly across my hips, hearing him gasp softly as it reaches my waist.
No underwear.
My cheeks are burning even hotter now, but I just gather the dress a bit tighter and raise it higher, covering my face as my breasts pop free.
No bra, either.
Damon makes a small, strangled sound like someone punched him in the guts. I smile behind the fall of green fabric, tugging it up over my head and tossing it so it lands behind me.
Damon’s eyes are fixed on my body as if he’s forgotten I have a face. The sense of strength and empowerment only grows stronger as I take a slow step forward, turn around, and bend over to pick up the black dress.
This time, I actually hear Damon snap his mouth shut and stagger backwards. I take my time standing back up again, making sure he’s got a great view of my ass and sleek thighs.
Seen it all, have you? You’re seeing something now, I bet.
Even though I keep my unaffected, icy calm, my body is throbbing with arousal, the aching deep between my legs so intense, I feel like Damon must be able to feel it. When I turn around, his eyes slide over my breasts and back down to my pussy again, and I actually giggle.
I’m not even embarrassed. I don’t even know myself right now.
I toss the black dress over my head, watching the disappointment on Damon’s face as the soft, black fabric blocks his view. I put my wrists out submissively and blink innocently as he brings his eyes back up to meet mine.
“Show’s over,” I say sweetly. “Are you going to chain me up again now?”
