7. Atticus #2
“Later, Princess,” I whisper, sighing resignedly as I put some distance between us. Grabbing a pair of jeans, I pull them over my feet and up my legs, forcing my hard dick into the denim and buttoning the fly.
Closing her eyes, she sucks in a deep breath, then turns away, clearly scanning the floor for the bag she brought that I unpacked for her earlier.
“I unpacked it, Princess,” I remind her.
“Oh god, I forgot,” she croaks. “Where is my underwear?”
“You don’t need panties anymore. What dress did you bring for tonight?” I ask.
“What do you mean, I don’t need panties? I definitely need panties.”
I shake my head with a smirk. “No, you don’t. Now, which dress?”
Perturbed, she points to a pale pink dress with lemon-colored polka dots on it. The skirt isn’t as full as the sailor dress she was wearing this morning, but it’s short enough that we’re both going to be very aware of the fact that she’s not wearing any underwear for the rest of the night.
When Felix walked in on us earlier, I wasn’t upset, because it turns me on to know that even though she was naked, he won’t look at her because he knows she’s mine.
He and I have shared women in the past, but while he enjoys sex, he prefers art, and as much as he’s the other half of my soul, that bond doesn’t extend to him being able to touch or experience Lemon.
She’s all mine and the only thing on this earth I’m not willing to share with him.
Opening the drawer I put her bras in, I pick one and hold it out to her, then swap it to a different one when she wrinkles her nose adorably at my offering.
When she cringes at the second bra, I step aside and gesture toward the drawer, watching as she quickly selects a pale pink strapless bra that she twists into place, carefully lifting and positioning her breasts inside the satin cups.
Part of me wants to offer to take over that job for her in the future, but after only seeing it once, I’m already looking forward to watching her do it again when she gets dressed in the morning.
I don’t think I’ve ever taken any notice of a woman getting dressed before, but as I lean back against the cabinets in the center of my closet, I’m enthralled by the ritual of her actions.
Once her bra is comfortably in situ, she looks into the drawer again. I’m assuming she’s searching for her panties, but she won’t find them in there. Once she’s scoured every inch and not located her underwear, she purses her lips and turns to pout at me.
She looks sexy and sweet, but knowing she’s going to be bare beneath her dress is a lot more enticing than her cute looks.
“Atticus, I can’t wear a dress without any underwear,” she pouts.
“Sure you can. Just don’t bend over too far,” I tease, opening the closet that I hung her dresses in and lifting the one she said she was wearing tonight off the rail.
Offering it to her, I watch as she carefully unzips it, then slides it over her head, smoothing the fabric down her body.
The dress hugs her tits, perfectly clinging to her sexy curves, then ends in a flared skirt that I know she’ll be conscious of all night while I tease both of us with the idea of her flashing her wet pussy to my brother or sister.
As I watch, her fingers curl around the hem, and she tugs, smoothing the fabric down her thighs at the front, then brushing her palms over the curve of her full, spankable ass.
I might not be the type of Dom who needs to cause pain or discipline his sub, but my dick only gets harder as I imagine red handprints decorating her full, plump ass cheeks.
Maybe one day I’ll ask her to wear her shortest dress, then I’ll parade her all over town. When we get home, I’ll put her over my knee and give her one spank for every time I saw her butt. She’d be red and sore by the time I was done, but I’d make sure she loved every moment.
My mind wanders as she brushes out her hair, then carefully blow-dries it into soft, bouncy strands that I want to pull at while I see how wet a little pain can get her.
There’s no way dinner is going to be ready by the time my sister gets here, but I couldn’t care less as I watch my princess rub shiny gloss into her lips and slip her sexy toes into pretty pink shoes with hearts on the fronts.
“Are you ready?” I ask when she spins around to face me.
She nods.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she says sweetly, taking my hand when I offer it.
Lifting her onto one of the bar stools positioned at the kitchen counter, I set to work making dinner. I’m glad that I’ve been making chili and cornbread once a week for so long that I could do it in my sleep, because as I cook, my attention is more focused on her than what I’m doing.
“Felix doesn’t like it too spicy, but I can add more heat once I’ve taken some out for him,” I tell her.
“I don’t like too much spice either. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You could grab a bottle of red wine if you wanted,” I suggest, pointing toward the wine rack.
“Which one?” she asks, slipping down off the stool.
“There’s a nice Merlot on the bottom of the rack,” I tell her, following her with my eyes as she makes her way to the wine rack on the far wall and bends over, giving me the perfect view of her bare pussy and ass.
She bends almost all the way over before she realizes she’s putting on a show for me. “Oh god,” she gasps, throwing her hands back to cover herself.
“And this is why you’ll never wear panties again.” I smirk.
“What if your brother had been here?” she snaps.
“I already told you, he won’t look because he knows you’re mine. You could be naked the entire time you’re in the apartment and his gaze wouldn’t drop lower than your neck.”
Scowling, she grabs the bottle of wine and quickly stands, holding her skirt down as she rises. “Where are my panties, Atticus? I cannot have dinner with your family worried that I’m going to end up exposing myself.”
“It’ll be fine,” I assure her, stirring the pot of chili before I open the oven and slide the pan of cornbread inside.
Lemon’s lips part, intending to argue, but before she has a chance, the door to the loft opens, and Tori steps inside, carrying a huge cake box in her arms.
“Oh my god, this place is insane,” she gushes, marching to the counter and putting down the box before she slowly spins in a circle examining our new apartment. “Big bro, this is gorgeous. I have a house, an apartment, and a shop, and none of them look anywhere near as good as this place does.”
“Let me pay for my designer to come and sort them for you, and they will,” I offer, making my way to Lemon and pulling her beneath my arm.
“I don’t need you to pay for an interior designer for me. We haven’t really done much to the house on Jumper’s Row because we’re working on the plans for the new house,” Tori says, finally turning toward me and spotting Lemon.
“Oh my goodness, Lemon, I’m so sorry. It’s so good to see you,” Tori gushes before she glances at me, arching her eyebrows in a way that lets me know that she’s going to need more details the moment we’re alone.
“Hi, Tori,” Lemon says awkwardly.
“Wine?” I ask, steering Lemon back to the counter and lifting her onto the stool again. I stand in front of her while she smooths her dress down and covers herself, then press a soft kiss to her temple while I open the wine.
“Why not? I guess I can stay at the apartment tonight,” she says with a shrug.
“Is that going to make Nero mad?” I ask, a hint of a grin curving my lips.
I don’t actually dislike my sister’s boyfriend.
He seems like a pretty good guy, and he loves my baby sister.
He’s the first guy Tori has gotten involved with who is actually a match for her sass, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy torturing him a little.
He’s asked my brothers and me for our blessing to marry Tori, but we’re holding off on giving it and instead enjoying watching him squirm a bit. He’s a lot like me, so I know that for a man who enjoys control, it must be driving him crazy having to wait until we’re ready to give our approval.
“He won’t love it, but he’s at work, so I don’t think it really matters where I’m sleeping.”
Scoffing lightly, I shake my head. “Oh, take it from me, he’s going to be spitting mad. You’re his woman, and if it were me and I had to be at work, I’d want to know exactly where you are and that you are sleeping in my bed even if I wasn’t there with you.”
Rolling her eyes, Tori waves away my words and lifts herself up onto the stool beside Lemon.
“Sorry, Lemon. If you haven’t already guessed, much like my big brother, my boyfriend, Nero, is a bit of an alpha male.
But what Atticus fails to realize is that although Nero can be a bit of a grumpy bear sometimes, I really don’t think he’ll care where I sleep as long as I’m safe.
But enough about me. Tell me everything that’s been happening with you since this morning.
Att seems to think you want to come and work for me, but I thought you worked at the day spa hotel place,” my sister says, cutting me entirely from the conversation and focusing on Lemon.
“I do.” Stopping herself, Lemon amends, “I did work at the spa, but apparently I quit,” she says, flashing a glare in my direction.
Tori looks from Lemon to me, her brows furrowed. “I’m guessing there’s more to the story.”
“He had her running all over town doing his errands and expecting her to pay out of pocket without a car,” I declare, speaking over Lemon before she has a chance to say anything.
“Was that part of your job?” Tori asks Lemon.
Sighing, Lemon shrugs. “No. I’m actually the resort receptionist. I’m supposed to greet clients, arrange their schedules and treatments, recommend restaurants, help with bookings, and generally be a friendly face to make their stay more personal.”
“But that isn’t what you ended up doing,” Tori surmises.