Chapter 12 Lane #2
The blush set was still on, but now a matching garter belt hugged my hips, delicate straps connecting to the sheer stockings that climbed up my thighs.
Melanie gasped. “Yes!”
I turned slowly.
The stockings made my legs look longer somehow, the garter straps drawing the eye down my hips.
Greyson hadn’t moved, but his posture had gone very still. His gaze moved slowly from my shoulders to the garter straps, then lower.
“Turn around,” he said quietly.
I did.
Melanie clasped her hands again.
“The fit is perfect,” she said, stepping closer to adjust one strap slightly. “See how the garter belt sits right at the natural waist? It elongates the silhouette.”
I looked over my shoulder toward Grey. “Do you like it?”
He met my eyes. “You know I do, princess. Now go try on the rest.”
Back into the dressing room.
Next piece.
This time, I came out wearing a darker crimson silk set Melanie had pulled earlier. She’d given me a gorgeous gold chain harness to try with it.
The thin chains draped across my chest and ribs, catching the light every time I moved.
“Oh wow,” Melanie breathed. “That is beautiful on you.”
I looked down at myself, quite liking the way the gold traced along my skin. “I can probably wear just the harness on its own, too. I love it.” I spun slowly, watching the chains shimmer.
Back behind the curtain.
More lace.
More silk.
More delighted commentary from Melanie and those long, silent looks from Greyson that made my skin feel sizzling hot every time I stepped out.
A black mesh bodysuit paired with thigh garters that circled the tops of my legs.
An ivory silk camisole worn with sheer stockings and a tiny satin robe that Melanie insisted I try, draped loosely over my shoulders.
At one point, she added a narrow lace choker to a set and nearly squealed when I stepped out wearing it. “God, is there anything that doesn’t look amazing on you? How is this fair? Save some beauty for the rest of us,” she said jokingly.
Soon, the bench beside Greyson was filling with pieces we’d already tried, and the dressing room floor behind my curtain looked like a lingerie explosion.
I stepped out again, wearing a soft lavender babydoll this time, sheer enough that the outline of my body showed through the fabric.
Melanie clutched her chest. “You are literally the perfect client for this store.”
I giggled, spinning to make the babydoll flair up just a bit.
Greyson didn’t laugh.
He just watched me like he was mentally calculating how quickly he could get me home.
Which honestly made the whole thing even more fun.
Staying quiet and still while Grey was on that call had been so worth it.
When we were finally done, Melanie gathered everything carefully and began carrying the hangers toward the counter.
I ducked back into the dressing room to change.
But before I could pull my clothes fully back on, Greyson’s voice came from outside the curtain. “Lane.”
“Yes?”
A pause.
“Pick one of the sets.”
I blinked. “One of them? For?”
“To wear out.”
My stomach did a little flip.
I poked my head out of the curtain slightly. “Really?”
Greyson was standing now, leaning one shoulder against the wall beside the bench. His eyes flicked down my mostly-dressed body, then back up.
“Yes.”
Melanie froze halfway through folding a camisole at the counter. “Oh—” she said quickly, composing herself. “Yes, of course! Lots of customers wear their purchases out. That’s… totally normal.” Her tone suggested she was trying very hard not to imagine the implications.
I bit my lip, trying not to grin. “Okay,” I said, ducking back behind the curtain.
I chose the blush lace set.
A minute later, I stepped back out fully dressed again, but underneath, I could feel the delicate lace hugging my body.
Greyson’s eyes scanned me slowly. A small, satisfied smile appeared.
Checkout took a while.
Partly because there were so many pieces.
Partly because Melanie insisted on carefully folding everything in tissue paper like they were priceless artifacts.
By the time she finished bagging everything, the counter was covered in glossy shopping bags.
“Well,” she said as she handed the receipt to Greyson, still looking slightly flustered but very pleased. “This was easily the most fun shift I’ve had in weeks.”
“I’m glad,” Greyson replied politely.
I leaned over the counter a little. “Thank you for helping me pick everything,” I told her. “You were amazing.”
“Come back anytime. Seriously. Please.”
* * *
We were only driving for a few minutes before something felt… different.
Greyson had gone quiet.
Not his normal quiet—the focused kind.
His fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel once, then he turned the car off the main road.
I glanced out the window.
We were pulling into a small empty lot beside a row of trees.
The car rolled to a stop.
Greyson put it in park.
The engine ticked softly as it cooled.
Then he looked at me.
“Strip.”
“Here?” I asked, half-laughing, half-squirming in the passenger seat.
Greyson’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yes. Get out of the car and strip.”
I swallowed, looking around at the desolate area around us. “But what if someone sees?”
“No one can see us from the road, and there’s nothing around. Now get out and strip down to that pretty new lingerie I paid for.”
That predatory gleam in Grey’s eyes made my heart race.
“Daddy…”
“Shh… Do what I say, baby boy. You know Daddy needs to be rough with his spoiled little princess sometimes. Don’t you want to play?”
I could feel myself start to plump up at the dramatic tone shift. “You want to play kidnapping?” I asked, my voice breathy and light.
Daddy was so fucking sexy.
Did it say something about me that I loved being fake kidnapped by the man who had actually once kidnapped me? I mean, sure, but we all already knew I was a freak.
“I do, princess, so get out of the car unless you want me to pull you out kicking and screaming,” he answered lowly, a slight growl to his voice.
I scrambled out of the car into the empty, secluded lot. Daddy was probably right about no one seeing us back here, but still, the risk of exposure sent a thrill through me.
Grey stepped out from the driver’s seat and leaned against the car door, fixing me with a cool gaze.
My hands shook slightly from the excitement as I worked on pulling my clothes and shoes off one by one. When my skirt fell to the dirty asphalt, Daddy stepped closer, smirking at the little wet spot forming on my new panties. I shifted from foot to foot, growing more needy by the second.
I watched closely as he reached back into the car and pulled out a roll of duct tape from the glove compartment.
Oh, fuck yesss!
I tried to play along, stuttering out, “No, please—don’t,” struggling weakly as Greyson lunged forward, grabbing my arm, but it came out sounding more like a cheesy porn instead of what I was going for.
I twisted, putting up a show of resistance, but Greyson was stronger, pinning me against the car hood as he tore off a strip of tape with his teeth.
“Be quiet,” Daddy hissed, slapping the tape over my mouth in one swift motion. It sealed my lips tight, muffling my feigned cries. I thrashed, the pain and dominance making my hole clench in anticipation. “Be a good boy, and I won’t have to hurt you too bad.”
He wrenched my arms behind my back, wrapping tape around my wrists multiple times, the adhesive pulling at my skin. I bucked, kicking out, but Daddy dodged and seized my ankles next, forcing them together and rendering me immobile.
I whimpered and let myself relax against the hood of the car.
“That’s it, don’t fight it,” Daddy murmured, his breath hot against my ear, clearly just as aroused by the roleplay as I was. “I’m going to take such good fucking care of you.”
He hoisted me up like a ragdoll, muscles flexing as he manhandled me toward the backseat door, which he must’ve cracked open earlier. I wriggled in his grip, but it was futile; Daddy shoved me inside, face down on the leather, ass up in the air.
“Pretty little whore,” he crooned. “Always teasing me, goading me into this. So desperate for me to force this tight little ass open.”
The door slammed shut, and Daddy climbed in behind me, the confined space amplifying every sound, every touch. He yanked my hips back, spreading my cheeks roughly. No lube, no prep. My muffled whimpers turned to moans behind the tape as his thick cock pressed against my rim, demanding entry.
God, he was going to fucking wreck me.
He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one savage push. My body arched, the burn of the stretch tearing a scream from me, pain lancing through my core.
It hurt so good.
Daddy didn’t hold back, pounding into me with brutal force, each slam jolting my body forward, my taped wrists digging into my back, ankles locked uselessly.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” Greyson grunted, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me back onto every deep plunge. “Your pussy was fucking made for me.”
His balls slapped against my taint, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the car.
I loved it—the agony twisting into ecstasy, my prostate being hammered relentlessly, building pleasure amid the discomfort.
I pushed back as much as I could, chasing the hurt, my cock trapped against the seat, grinding friction adding to the overload.
Daddy’s pace quickened, breaths becoming ragged, as he rasped, “You’re mine forever, Lane. All fucking mine. My pretty, filthy baby.”
I nodded the best I could, given the situation, but it would’ve been hard to see it since my whole body was being thrust back and forth across the seats.
He didn’t need to see my nod, though, to know I felt the same.
He knew I’d fucking kill for him, just as he would kill for me.
My world quickly narrowed to the cock splitting me open, the exquisite pain blooming into overwhelming bliss. I came first, my release spilling onto the seat in thick spurts, body convulsing around Greyson’s shaft.
The clench pulled him over the edge; with a guttural groan, he buried deep and unloaded, flooding my ass with pulse after pulse of cum, marking me from the inside out.
Panting, Daddy held still a moment, savoring the aftershocks, then pulled out slowly, his cock slick with cum. I whimpered sadly at the sudden emptiness, but thankfully Greyson wasn’t done. He reached into the side pocket of the door, pulling out a thick butt plug, flared base gleaming.
I needed to remember to ask him why the fuck he had these things readily available in his car.
“I know, baby, you hate being empty,” he cooed, pressing the tip to my abused hole. My rim resisted at first, but he twisted the tip in firmly, and then there it was. I moaned behind the tape, the fullness overwhelming, a delicious ache settling in.
Daddy leaned over me, hand stroking my sweat-damp back possessively. “Good boy. Now, you’re going to stay back here as I finish driving us home. Think about which bath bomb you want in your bath when we get there.”