CHAPTER 44 ELODIE #2
It’s easier to let him do it, to take control. I’ve chosen to give him the control this time, and it feels better. It feels right. My brain is clear, I feel lighter.
Once all the trousers and shirts are done, I’m left with some dresses and skirts. They’re beautiful. Too good for me. All shiny and black and silky and frilly. I shudder at the sight of them and put Caden’s clothes back on and walk out, heaving my newly approved clothes in my arms.
Caden looks up and frowns at me. “What about the dresses and skirts?”
I shake my head. “I’ve got plenty.”
He stretches out his leg, tucking his phone away in his pocket, and gets to his feet. “Try on the rest, Elodie.”
I fix him with a glare. “I said I’m good. Let’s go.”
He rolls his head back along with his eyes like I’m this disobedient little kid, and he shoves me back into the dressing room. I stumble in there and drop all the clothes.
There’s room for both of us in here, could fit five of us in here, but his presence inside the four walls sucks up the space and I feel suffocated before he’s even locked the door behind us.
He turns to me, leering close. “Try the rest on.”
I stare at him, giving him my best scowl. “Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Is this what our life’s gonna be like now? You tell me what to do and I just say yes, Daddy?”
A glimmer of something flashes in his eyes as his mouth twists into a pucker. Is he trying not to smile?
“In a perfect world, yes,” he says, voice dropping an octave.
His body is close enough to mine to feel the heat coming off him, or maybe that’s just me.
“So in this perfect world of yours, I just bow to you like some obsequious slave?”
“A man can dream,” he mutters. “Are you going to try the rest on?”
I swallow the hard lump forming in my throat. “Fine. Yes.”
“Good.” He backs away and drops onto the little bench against one wall.
I eye him. “I’m quite capable of trying these on without supervision, Caden.”
He crosses one leg over the other. “You think I’m dumb to not think you won’t just stand in here for five minutes before coming out and saying they’re no good?
You’ve got used to my clothes too much, you need something feminine.
You’ve got…” his eyes travel down my body, “good legs. No harm in showing them off.”
I fold my arms. “Was that a compliment?”
“It’s an observation.” His face hardens. “Now undress.”
I roll my eyes, drop my arms, and grab the first dress on the pile. I feel his eyes burning into me as I take my clothes off, so I turn around just so I don’t have to face him.
I pull the dress on. It’s a bodycon stripy dress that drops close to my knees. I do a sarcastic twirl for him, avoiding meeting his eyes.
“Good. Next.”
I take it off and go through three more.
He says yes to all the short and revealing ones.
I’m surprised, really. If these are outfits he expects me to wear when we’re in front of people, I would have thought he’d be one of the controlling ones that wouldn’t want his woman showing a lick of skin.
But by the looks of it, he’d want to show me off.
Can’t say the prospect doesn’t make goosebumps rise on my skin.
The final outfit is a short-sleeved black mini dress, pleated at the bottom. A cute skater dress. It has a long zip at the back, and when I hit midway, my arm doesn’t go up anymore. I drop my hands and turn to him, waiting for his opinion.
Instead of giving one, he gets to his feet, hands coming onto my waist softly, and he guides me to the side. We face the mirror and I see us together for the first time.
He catches my eye and holds it there. He’s so much taller than me. Such opposites. His dark hair, tattoos, and eyes all contrast with my bright blonde hair, blue eyes, and scarred, undecorated skin.
He holds my gaze as he lifts his hands from my waist to my back, and I feel the zipper rise to my neck.
He’s so intense. So overbearing. He zips me up in slow motion, I can almost feel every single tooth of the zip connecting.
The only thing breaking the silence is my breath, shallow and quick as my heart rate accelerates.
The zipper stops at the nape of my neck, and his hands come back to my waist. He doesn’t stop looking at me for a second. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I can’t decipher the hard expression on his face.
“Looks good,” he says quietly, a rough rasp to his voice.
It’s too hot in here. I can feel the sweat on my back seeping into this lovely dress already. “We’ll add it to the pile then.” That came out way too thick and hoarse.
He tilts his head, finally breaking our gaze as he comes closer to my ear. His fingers trail slowly down from my waist. “It’d be easy access, too.”
My chest hitches. “For what?”
His fingers reach the hem of the dress, hooking inside, the tips of his fingers grazing my hot skin at the top of my thighs. “Whatever I wanted.”
I close my eyes, fighting the urge to rear my elbow back and pummel him in the stomach.
I need to play nice, but does that mean I have to just let him do what he wants?
I didn’t think he wanted to touch me. Does a little black dress really have that much power that he’s not actually repulsed by me right now?
It does kind of hug me in all the right places.
I open my eyes back up and find him watching me. A heat pools in my belly under the weight of those green eyes. “And what do you want, Caden?” My voice is unrecognisable right now. Whispery and weak. I’m not even sure myself if it’s real or not.
His hands disappear underneath my dress, his palms coming to rest on the outsides of my thighs. “I want you to be good for me, Elodie. That’s all I want.”
“Does that mean letting you do what you want to my body without any fuss? Being a good girl and just taking it?”
His fingers tense on my skin, digging in slightly as he pulls my hips back enough to press my ass against his obvious erection.
A gasp escapes me.
“You act like it’s such a punishment.” Caden’s nose disappears through my hair, tickling the shell of my ear. “You know I can make it good for you too.”
My legs start shaking and I know he can feel it. He strokes his palms across my thighs and grazes the sides of my ass cheeks. I gasp at such a gentle touch.
“Tell me, Elodie, did Alfie make it good for you?”
Fuck. Just the mention of what Alfie did to me has my pussy throbbing. It doesn’t help this moment is already tense and hot as fuck and I’m struggling to accept what Caden’s making my body feel.
“Yes,” I breathe, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder.
“You liked his tongue on your pussy?”
“Yes.”
His hands come forward this time, fingers curling into the insides of my thighs, nudging my pussy and making it ache. “You enjoyed riding his face, didn’t you?”
I nod against his neck, eyes practically rolling now as arousal consumes every part of me, body quickly growing weak.
He curves one hand between my thighs and cups my pussy, squeezing. I suck in air.
“What else did he do to you? Did he do this?” He presses two fingers harder on my pussy, circling them right on my clit through the flimsy fabric.
My eyes roll. “No.” The contact sends a gush of arousal through me, soaking this thong that’s not even been paid for yet.
His hand pulls away from me after only a moment, making me whimper from need. But it lands on the back of my neck, shoving me forward. I fold, my hands catching myself on the mirror.
“What about this?”
I peer into the glass, where Caden’s poised behind me, eyes locked on mine as he keeps his grip on my neck. His other hand goes between us, trailing my parting.
“No.” I whimper as his fingers nudge the strip of fabric to the side and trace my heated flesh. My heavy breaths fog up the mirror, clouding my vision of him.
“So wet, princess.” His fingers still tease along my parting, taunting me. “Is this for me, or remembering what Alfie did to this little cunt?”
I swallow hard, the ache between my legs becoming almost unbearable.
It’s a loaded question. I don’t even think I know the answer myself.
I’ve had nothing this past week. Alfie has stuck to his denial, I’ve been left to yearn for him to touch me once more.
Fiz hasn’t bothered either, he sticks to his ass smacks and gropes.
I’ve even found myself picturing all that unmarred skin on top of mine.
Using all that carefully honed strength on me.
I’m becoming desperate, longing for some sort of release that I feel miles away from.
But for the first time in a week, I feel just minutes away from it.
A finger pokes at my entrance, stroking in a lackadaisical way that makes me want to scream.
“No answer? Still don’t want to tell me how hot I make you?” Caden goads.
Against my will, I push back against him, desperate for more.
His finger slips inside. I moan quietly at the sensation.
The relief is short-lived when he jerks his hand away, grabs my hip and thrusts against me.
His hard cock slams into my sensitive, throbbing pussy, making me whimper.
He presses himself against me, his cock strained against his trousers.
“You want this, Elodie? You want me?”
I’m on the edge of delirium. The word “yes” is right on the tip of my tongue. But I hold it in. I don’t respond, just silently beg that he won’t stop.
“You wanted this from Alfie, didn’t you?” He thrusts against me again.
Just before the force has me smashing my head into the glass, I swipe my forearm up, bashing into that instead of the mirror.
“You would’ve let him fuck your little cunt, wouldn’t you?”
Another buck of his hips has me moaning out, every shred of restraint evaporating. “Yes! Yes, I would have. Fuck.”
I’m throbbing uncontrollably, on the verge of tears, my thighs rubbing together for any bit of friction, massaging the outline of his cock against my pussy, chasing something I fear I will never get.