Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
A perfect outfit for my Cinderella moment.
As I step closer to investigate, I find a note pinned to the hanger. Had a few things to take care of. Please wear the panties I’ve chosen for you. I’ll meet you in the lobby of the rooftop restaurant, Opulence, at eight o’ clock. It’s just down the hall on the right.
Checking the clock on the wall, I see I’ve only got twenty minutes. Not wanting to keep my Prince Daddy Charming waiting, I quickly run about the room, finding my curling iron and makeup bag.
Dashing into the bathroom, I slide on the gold shadow I’d worn the first night here. A few coats of black mascara and five minutes with the curling iron later, I’m ready for the dress.
I lift it from the hanger, twirling it around to see the back. There isn’t one. The straps dip down, crisscrossing and meeting just above where my waist will be. It’s not lost on me that there’s no wearing a bra with this hot little number; Miranda certainly knows how to keep her clientele happy.
I slip the dress over my head. It glides down my skin like water. Unable to hold back the smile that stretches over my face, I twirl in the mirror, watching the sparkles hit the light.
Now, to find the panties he’s requested I wear.
Looking around the room, I find a pair of black panties laid out on the bed. There’s a strangely shaped hot pink silicone—thing—laying next to them. And a sheet of paper next to that.
These panties come with a sheet of instructions. I pick up the paper, gazing over the words. Vibration, discreet, remote control. “Oh my gosh, what is this?”
I sit on the bed, mumbling the directions out loud to myself. “Super Powerful and discreet: This clitoral vibrator cycles through seven vibrating patterns using the wireless remote control which will work from fifteen feet away. No one but you and your partner will know that you are wearing this quiet and invisible toy. Simply put the vibrator close to your sensitive area inside the panty for precise clitoral stimulation. Slip one end of the toy into each of the open pockets in the gusset of the provided panty to keep it in place. Whisper-quiet vibrations won't be heard by anyone around you so you can enjoy secret adventures anywhere you want.”
“Whoa!” Letting the sheet flutter to the floor, I look around for the controller.
It’s not here. He has it, I know he does. My cheeks burn even as my pussy clenches. Again.
My imagination goes to Darius, dressed to the nines, that slow smile spreading on his face, a controller in his hand.
And me at his mercy.
I give a gulp, picking up the pink silicone toy. It’s shaped kind of like a boat with a raised mound in the center. I can picture how it will cup my sex, the mound pressing just inside the opening of my pussy. I’ve never done anything like this before and my heart picks up pace.
I think of sitting in that crowded restaurant. People all around me. And this little toy, giving me pleasure at his hands. He controls how hard and how frequent the vibrations will come. I have no say in it, no control.
My nipples tighten, straining against the fabric of my dress.
“Well, here goes nothing.” I take the panties, opening the waistband and peeking inside. Within the gusset, there are slits for the toy to fit in, just as the directions promised. Taking the naughty little toy in my hands, I slide it into the material, securing it in place.
Now, to put them on.
Standing, I slide my feet into the panty legs, one at a time, then shimmy them up under the dress. Snapping the waistband into place, I squirm and adjust until the strange cool silicone is nestled against my sex.
It feels strange yet thrilling to have it pressed against my clit, the form just kissing the entrance of my sex.
I smooth down the material of the dress, checking over my shoulder. “Amazing, no panty lines.”
Taking a deep breath, I give reflection a smile. “You got this, Katie Kat.”
Then I see the clock. Eight fifteen. Darius didn’t go over lateness in our contract but knowing how serious of a businessman he is, I don’t think he’ll take lightly to me being late.
He may even punish me.
I gulp in anticipation.
Strapping on the shoes as quickly as I can, I hurry from the room. There’s no one in the hall and for that I’m grateful. I need a private moment to adjust to the high heels of the shoes. And the toy that reminds me of its presence with every sway of my hips.
Finally, I get the hang of the shoes, of walking with the vibrator between my thighs, and I make my way to the lobby of the restaurant.