Chapter 5 - Willow
I contemplate my slutty, red velvet dress in the full-length mirror—if you could call it a dress.
It ends mid-thigh and has a flared skirt with a tight bodice that makes my boobs pop out.
It’s short enough that I probably should wear panties, but that seems pointless.
Fuck, I better. I might regret it on the car ride to Cherry’s house otherwise.
Plus, this will make Mike-The-Jerk have to work a little harder to get his cock in me.
He’s not really a jerk, but after a week of edging me and sexting me every night without letting me come, I’m feeling less charitable towards him.
And let’s not forget the pictures.
He started sending pictures of the scenery from the cruise, but I swear there was a curvy woman in the background of each one.
The women weren’t the focus of the picture and it seemed accidental, but how did he not notice the women spilling out of their bikinis while he was taking the pictures?
The very last shot he sent me was him leaning against the railing of the ship while someone else clearly had his phone and was taking the picture for him.
Probably someone he just got done fucking for three weeks.
I know my anger towards this unknown woman is irrational, since it’s not like he would tell her that he had a side piece waiting at home for him.
With my luck, at the end of the night, he’ll tell me he’s done with me.
Maybe I shouldn’t have taken the time to put that cute card in his mailbox.
Did he deserve it if he was fucking someone else on vacation?
I slide on a pair of red lace panties and some red strappy platform heels.
Alice took me shopping again last week and her sugar daddy bought me these shoes that I could never afford in a million years.
I tried to protest, but Alice claimed Daddy-Lotta-Bucks told her to buy me a Christmas gift.
I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
The heels make my legs look long and sculpted, and when my ride is almost here, I strut out the door feeling desirable.
I’m going to freeze on the way there with this short skirt, but it will be worth it.
Luckily the car is toasty warm, and I’m reminded of my first trip to Cherry’s house less than two months ago.
So much has changed since Halloween, and I feel like a different person.
Hell, I can even orgasm now...well, when my asshole dom lets me.
I don’t think I’m an edging slut. I’m not cut out for this life.
It was okay for two days, and then I wanted to scream every time he told me to stop touching.
Yet I also enjoy the pain. It’s like some fucked-up mental trickery where I want the pleasure, even though I know I’m going to be cranky at the end.
And in my more honest moments, I know I could have come and not told him, but I crave the control of being told what to do—and what not to do as well.
He and I didn’t talk about this party other than to agree we’d meet up there. Is he going to fuck other people? Am I? I don’t really want to, but what if he assumes we are?
There’s just a small line to check in when I get there, and it looks like the party has barely started.
If it’s anything like Halloween, it’ll be wild within an hour.
It’s been a long time since Thanksgiving, and I’m desperate for Mike to fuck me.
I’m buzzing with excitement and every inch of my skin is electrified.
Mike will only have to brush up against me and I might combust.
When I finally get to the front, I’m greeted by Bianca, the same woman who was manning the check-in at the previous party, and she smiles when she sees me.
“Hello again! Back for more, I see.” She gives me a wink that makes me blush as I hand over my phone and purse.
“It’s Willow, right?” she asks, as she puts my stuff in a locker behind her.
Dang, she’s good. “Yep, I’m Willow.”
She tells me my locker number is 34 while also writing it on her guest list, and then gestures towards two baskets full of ribbons. “So what’ll it be this time? Red or green?”
I open my mouth to decline a ribbon and then snap it shut. A strange tingle runs through my body and my nipples harden as I think about sucking on a bunch of cocks like last party. Maybe Mike needs some competition. Except there isn’t a ribbon color for the mouth only.
“Red, please.”
She gives me the speech about taking it off if I don’t want to be used anymore, and as she’s tying the ribbon around my wrist, cold air blows in from the door opening behind me. When it closes, a ripple of awareness makes me turn sideways to look at who came in. I’m not surprised to see Mike.
He’s so damn handsome in a suit, and all my angst over him possibly fucking other woman drains from me. Whatever he did on the trip doesn’t matter tonight.
When his heated gaze meets mine, desire flickers in its depths before he looks down at my wrist. Bianca finishes tying the bow and a visible change comes over Mike. His face hardens and my pulse quickens in response. I shudder when a web of desire unfurls in my core.
My entire focus is on Mike and I barely hear Bianca tell me to have a good night. My brain blips out as animal hunger takes over me. Mike’s eyes glitter dangerously, and I know I should say something, but I’m speechless.
I think I’m about to get fucked...hard.