Page 18 of Sadie's Little Christmas

Was she?

Huffing, she bent to unbuckle her shoes, but he stopped her.

“Shoes and socks stay on. Everything else, off.”

Bowing her head, she would have turned away. If she couldn’t see him, then he couldn’t see her either, right? Exceptthe dressing room was so small, and she had nowhere she could look, she didn’t see him either directly or in the mirrors. Worse than that, no matter where she looked, she couldn’t help but see the things he was unpacking.

The minute he had the wand unpacked, he shook out the cord and plugged it into the outlet built into the floor. The hum, low and loud, made her blood vibrate in her veins.

“You can’t use that!” she squeaked, appalled because there was no way everyone in the store could have helped but hear that. As far as she knew, they were the only two people in the store—well, apart from Grant—but, still, that could change at any moment, and who was standing lookout?

“Can’t I?” he challenged. “I seem to recall you signed the clause in your contract saying you were open to sexual exploration, including but not limited to orgasm punishments.”

“Well… yeah. Because orgasms aren’t punishments.” Except maybe orgasms delivered in public. That was just too embarrassing.

Derek actually stopped in the middle of setting the wand aside so he could dig back into the bag. He looked at her, shocked at first, then he laughed.

“Darlin’,” he censured. “Oh, that’s cute. Take off your clothes.”

With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her shirt, untucking it from her skirt while she watched him remove a small plastic baggy with what looked like a thick yellowish root vegetable inside. “What is that?”

“Ginger root. Have you had experience with anal before?”

“Anal?” she squeaked all over again.

“If you’re not naked by the time I’ve unpacked this sack,” he said, drawing out two belt-like straps with plastic snap-and-click buckles, “not only will I strip you naked, I will spank yourbottom very loudly right here in the dressing room. I guarantee that’ll be heard in every corner of the store.”

Sadie shrugged out of her shirt, dropping it on the bench. Blushing furiously, her pussy fluttering with eager anticipation, she had no choice but to follow with her skirt and bra. Then she stood there, watching in dread and breathlessness as he pulled out a long, pink-sparkled dildo. It was big. Maybe not as large as the bulge in the front of Derek’s jeans alluded his own cock to be, but it was still sizeable.

Clasping her hands tightly over her sex, she tried her best to still the quivers growing wilder inside her.

The dreaded diaper came out next, followed by a small bottle of powder, a white mini dress—sure enough, with yellow ducklings around a hem that didn’t extend anywhere near far enough to hide the diaper from view—and a thick blue mat.

The mat he spread over the bench behind her. “Lie down on your back.”

Lie down? She looked at the diaper, surprised, wondering how he intended to use all that other stuff if he put the diaper on her first, and a little disappointed because the only obvious answer was, he couldn’t. He was teasing her, the wand, dildo, and restraints nothing more than a mind-fuck.

More than a little disappointed, she laid back on the mat. The bench wasn’t long, but it was long enough for her to lie with her head tucked against the wall and her knees drawn up. She wished she had to go to the bathroom. That tease was mean. He deserved to get peed on.

“Hands,” he said while she glared straight up at the ceiling and did her best not to look like she was sulking. He tickled her under the chin. She practically threw her hands at him, twisting her face away to make him stop. He tsked. “I think someone needs a nap. When we’re done here, we’ll do that next.”

“I don’t need a nap,” she bit out. What she needed to do was figure out how to make her traitorous body stop wanting to be touched by him so damn much. Every time he opened his mouth, her pussy twitched. When he took her wrists and buckled a set of linked leather handcuffs to them, she caught herself mid-squirm.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied, turning his attention to her ankles, cuffing them as well. Sadie yelped in surprise when he hooked his arm under her knees and bent her legs straight back onto her chest. Her knees would have touched her breasts had her arms weren’t trapped beneath them.

Prying her wrists out from under her, she lost some of her disgruntlement when he crossed her wrists and her ankles, then hooked each one to the opposite limb’s cuff.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

“Getting ready to teach my naughty little girl all about punishment orgasms.”

There was a hook on the wall almost directly above her. When he looked at it, so did she. Her jaw dropped when he clipped a length of chain to the D-rings of each ankle cuff, then lifted her hips right up off the bench before he managed to hook the excess chain over that hook.

“Oh my god!” She froze, positive her weight was going to snap the hook off the dressing room wall. It shocked her when it held.

Her legs were bent, her arms fully extended as far as they could go, and her ass offered up in the most mortifying diaper-position. She’d never been more exposed or vulnerable. He had access to everything he could see, and he could see everything—her glistening wet pussy, her bottom, the dusky entrance of her back hole, everything.

Laying the vibrating wand on her belly, he picked up a leash-thin length of black strap. He wrapped it once around the wand’s thin neck just beneath the bulbous head and then used the rest to bind her thighs together, clamping the wand between them. The length of it rested on her stomach, but the huge round head was directly on her pussy.

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