Page 31 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
I peer inside the bag again and find a puddle of fabric at the bottom, so slinky and shimmery it looks as if a unicorn spewed magic dust everywhere. Pulling it out, I discard the empty bag and hold the garment up to catch the city lights as we cruise past. It’s a tiny sheer dress made of shimmering silver fabric that looks as if it has been poured into my hands by a higher being. Denser bands of silver strategically circle the parts of the dress that would cover my breasts and pussy.
I don’t look at the tag, it’s obvious that the garment cost more money than I’ve ever seen in my bank account at any given time. It’s gorgeous and sexy and eye-catching. It’s also the kind of outfit that I wouldn’t dream of wearing in public.
“Andrej, I…” I sit back and the dress slinks into my lap like a well-fed cat, settling across my legs like it’s waiting for me to stroke it.
Which I do without thinking.
“Try it on. Please.” He moves closer on the backseat, his thigh brushing mine and sending a tingle up and down my spine. “I want to see it on you. If you don’t like it, I’ll take it back to the store. It’s no big deal.”
“I will when we get back to my apartment.”
“I want you to try it on now.” How did his lips get so close to mine that I can taste him?
I glance at the back of the driver’s head. A glass partition separates him from us, but he could watch me getting undressed in the rearview mirror. Reading my reservations, Andrej leansforward and presses a button that activates another partition. This one is tinted black, shielding us from roaming eyes.
“This dress is made for you, Cartier,” he says, sitting back. “It will be perfect for where I’m taking you.”
“Where are you taking me?” Excitement flares inside my chest.
I only met him yesterday, but life without his magical mystery tours, and his intensity when he reminds me that I’m beautiful will be so dull compared to this. As if I’ve already forgotten the shape of my reality.
“An underground nightclub.”
The cowboy boots. The sheer dress.
I shake my head. “It was just a fantasy. The whole point of them is that they’re not real.” I can hear the panic in my voice.
Letting him lick me by the river and fuck me by his living room window was different. Sure, I enjoyed it. But I have no intention of getting naked in the middle of a nightclub.
Andrej cups my face in his hands. “You don’t honestly think that I would let anyone else see you naked.” He kisses my lips. “You’re mine now, Cartier. Your beautiful body is for my eyes only, and you should know that I never learned to share.”
His tongue is in my mouth, and I melt against him.
“Try on the dress.”
He sits back, watching me closely.
I glance at the tinted glass. I can make out the shadowy shape of the driver’s head, but no details. The car windows are tinted too, offering privacy to the passengers from passersby.
What do I have to lose? Andrej has already seen every part of me. He has tasted me inside and out, seen my orgasm face, and claimed my virginity. How can I let trying on a dress in the back of a moving vehicle freak me out?
My boots come off first. I unzip my pants, tug them over my hips and feet, and toss them aside. Then I tug my sweater over my head and add this to the pile.
I’m about to shrug into the dress when Andrej says, “Take off everything, Cartier. I need to know that you’re naked underneath.”
Another glance at the partition and the busy sidewalks flashing past the tinted windows, and I take a deep breath. I’m with Andrej. No one can touch me when I’m with him, and the thrill this gives me ends the internal debate being carried out inside my head.
I unclasp my bra and add it to the other clothes on the floor. Then I slide my panties over my hips and allow them to fall from my fingertips with a flourish, while Andrej watches me with dark eyes.
I’m naked in the back of a moving vehicle. All that’s separating me from the rest of the city is the passenger door. And Andrej.
He doesn’t move, but I can see the desire in his eyes and the growing bulge inside his pants. “The dress, baby.” His voice is husky.
I pull the shimmering fabric over my head, shrugging my arms into the sleeves and tugging the dress down to cover my body. It’s so lightweight, I still feel naked. But when I move, it brushes my nipples, and they instantly harden. The dress barely covers my ass and pussy, the fabric clinging to my contours. It’s as closeas I’ve ever been to being naked while fully clothed, and my sex throbs with anticipation.
I already know that I’m going to walk into the underground nightclub wearing it.
Andrej hands me the boots, and I slide my feet into them.
