Chapter 29 Sloane #2
“Here are these,” I say with a smile, and she nods before ringing them in for me.
“Anything else?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’ll be back with some more stuff.”
She nods, and I walk away again.
I leave Beckett alone to allow him time to try on his shirts. While he’s changing, I wander around the store and pick out a few other things for him. A new wallet, socks, a belt, underwear, a cologne that smells heavenly, and a couple of hats.
I drop them back off at the checkout counter before going to the changing rooms to check on him.
I knock on the door, and he unlocks it for me to come in.
“I like these ones, but I don’t like these ones,” he explains, pointing to the two piles.
“Ok, I can work with that. What did you think about the shoes?”
“They are actually pretty comfy.”
“Good, good. Ok, you change, and I’ll take all this up to the front,” I say with a smile, and he nods.
I leave the stuff that he doesn’t like and take the shoes and the shirts that he did like with me to the front.
“Ok, here’s the rest of it,” I say to the girl as I look over my shoulder to make sure that Beck hasn’t come out yet.
“Alright, your total is $1,782.44,” she says, and I nod, handing her my card and watching as she runs it through the machine.
“What are you doing?” Beckett’s voice comes from behind me.
Fuck. I figured it would take longer for him to change.
“Nothing,” I sing-song as the girl slides the card back to me and I sign on the screen, opting to have the receipt texted to me.
The girl behind the counter awkwardly packs up the rest of the clothes into bags as I feel Beckett’s glare on the side of my face.
“It’s already done,” I say, placing my card back into my wallet and offering him a smile.
“Here you go,” the girl says, sliding three big bags of stuff to me before hurrying away.
“You’re in so much trouble,” he whispers, grabbing the bags off the counter. My eyes widen as I follow him out of the store.
He’s very quiet as we walk through the mall. I’m not sure where he’s going.
“You ok?” I whisper, reaching for his hand. He lets me grab it as he nods, but continues to pull me through the mall like he’s on a mission and knows exactly where he’s going.
Victoria’s Secret.
“Beckett, what are we doing here?” I ask as he pulls me into the bright pink store.
“Payback.” Is all he says, and he looks around and spots the dressing rooms, nudging me towards them. He sets his bags down inside the door.
A few minutes later, someone comes in, and she has a bright smile on her face.
“I don’t know what you did to him, but you are a lucky girl,” she whispers, before explaining the process of how she’s going to measure me for the perfect bra.
“I bought him clothes,” I say, face-palming, and she giggles. She seems like she’s only a little older than me.
“Girl, men don’t like women paying for their stuff.”
“Oh, trust me; I’m learning that.”
I listen as she tells me to take my shirt off so she can measure me over the bra I’m already wearing.
After a few minutes, she disappears, and I stand in the dressing room topless for a few minutes before there’s a knock.
“Open the door.” Beckett’s voice is calmer than I feel like it should be. A little deeper than normal, leaving no room for argument.
I unlock the door and step back so he can come in. His jaw is clenched, and I feel a little nervous standing in front of him like this. I know that he’s seen me naked, but this seems different.
We’re in public, and he’s pissed.
“It’s just money, Beck. It’s really no big deal.
All I have to do is post a stupid fifteen-second video, and I can make it back,” I begin to ramble to try to justify doing what I did.
“I just wanted to take care of you. You always take care of me, and I wanted to spoil you this time. You deserve it. I’m sorry if it insulted your manhood or whatever, but I—” He presses a finger to my lips to silence me.
“This has nothing to do with money. You got to dress me, and now I get to dress you.”
I nod, afraid that if I open my mouth, I will just word vomit again and probably embarrass myself.
“Take it off,” he says, sitting down on the bench.
Like the dressing room at Buckle, it’s pretty spacious, and there’s plenty of room for both of us to be in here comfortably.
“What am I putting on?” I whisper. My voice lacks the confidence it had when we were in the other store.
“Kandie will bring it. I trust her taste. She did get your sizes, right?” he asks, his eyes never leaving mine. I nod, feeling very self-conscious under his intense gaze.
I leave my bra on and pull off my biker shorts, leaving me in the matching set I bought from Shein.
“Knock, knock,” Kandie says. Beckett gets up and opens the door, taking the items that she hands him. He shuts the door and sits back down.
“Here, these,” he says, hanging me purple lace that looks like it will barely cover anything.
My breathing picks up as he watches me.
I take off the remaining layers and put on the bikini covers and pasties in case they don’t fit or if he doesn’t like them.
He doesn’t say anything as he watches me change.
I don’t think my heart has ever beat so fast. I’ve never been so nervous about something in my life.
When I have the lace on my body, I turn and look at myself in the mirror. I look good.
That isn’t something that I normally think about myself. But staring at myself right now, I’m reminded of the mirror sex we had not that long ago. I feel my body flush at the memory.
He gets up and wraps his arms around me.
It’s a simple lacy thong and an almost sheer bra. The purple lace complements my skin tone really well.
“This one is for sure coming home with us.”
He brushes my hair off my neck, and he gently places a kiss on my skin. “You look so fucking gorgeous, baby.”
I try to hold his eye contact in the mirror, his eyes dark as he watches me check myself out.
“I like it,” I whisper.
“Good, because I would have bought it, anyway,” he says, undoing the clasp and helping me out of the set before folding it up and setting it in what will be the yes pile. He grabs a different set.
This one looks like a sleep set. A black silk cropped tank with black lace panties. He helps me pull it on.
His hands rarely leave my body as I get into the new pieces.
His lips find my neck again, and he leaves soft, barely there kisses. My head tilts to the side, and my eyes flutter closed.
I shouldn’t be so turned on. He has this way of making me feel sexy, and this strange power of making me like the person who stares at me in the mirror.
His hands slowly dance over my skin as he pays attention to my neck.
He’s in no hurry, his lips moving over the smooth skin before he pulls away, and our eyes meet in the mirror.
“This one is coming home with us. too.”
I try on set after set. All different kinds, and I feel confident and sexy in every piece I put on.
It doesn’t help that he’s touching me in ways that he shouldn’t when we’re out in public. Beck’s hands are all over my body, and his lips follow.
I’ve never been so turned on and frustrated at the same time. It’s a weird line to walk, but I know that he’s doing it on purpose. I’m not sure what his end goal is, but I’m squirming, and I can’t help but want to ask him for more.
“The things I’d do to you in this, baby,” he whispers, and my knees almost give out on me.
I don’t think that I’ll be able to handle any kind of dirty talk.
“I should punish you for how you’ve been acting today. You’ve been very naughty, baby, paying for all my things,” he says, and I whimper as his hand plays with the edge of the panties.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Or are you going to be bad?” he whispers, nipping my ear.
“Good,” I whimper.
“Can you stay quiet, baby? I don’t think Kandie wants to hear how good I think you look in these skimpy little sets that she picked out for you.”
I nod. I’m unable to form words as his fingers slip into the panties, and they gently brush against me.
I gasp as he slides a finger through my folds, and my head falls back against his shoulder as he once again makes me watch him touch me in the mirror.
“You look so fucking good, baby. I should bend you over and fuck you into behaving. Remind you that I’m the man and that I take care of my girl,” he whispers, nipping the soft skin that connects my neck to my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp as he slowly pushes a finger into me.
“You should be.”
“I just wanted to sp-spoil you,” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
This is so much hotter because we could be caught. Anyone could walk by and hear what he’s doing to me.
I’m not really all that familiar with all the different kinds of kinks, but I’m sure that there has to be one about public sex.
“I know, baby. And I’m grateful for that. But you didn’t have to pay for it,” he whispers, his voice a little deeper than normal.
I go to speak, and he pushes in a second finger. I have to bite my lip to stop the noises that threaten to escape.
“You deserve it. I will never apologize for spoiling my man,” I say, my voice breathy as I rock my hips against his hand.
I meet his eyes in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, and my lips are parted slightly. His eyes are black, and I can feel how much he is enjoying this because his bulge is pushing into me. He won’t let me pull away from him. His arm is wrapped around my waist, keeping me pulled against him.
I stand up on my tiptoes, and my eyes roll back. My breathing gets heavy, and that band in my belly gets so tight that I feel like I’m going to explode.
He suddenly pulls his fingers out, and his hand covers my mouth to stop me from making unholy noises.
“Can I take my hand away?”
I nod, and his hands leave my body. He quickly unfastens his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough that he can set himself free.
Then his hand is back over my mouth, and he’s inside of me. I bite my lip, and my eyes roll back as he takes me in fast, hard thrusts, our skin slapping together. If anyone were to walk by, they would know that something freaky is happening in here.
I feel my orgasm building hard and fast, and just when I’m about to explode, he pulls out of me.
He spins me around so I’m facing him and pushes me down onto my knees.
All before I even know what’s happening, “Open.” He commands, in my delirious confusion, I open my mouth like I’m told to do.
He strokes himself a few times before exploding in my mouth, filling it full with his cum.
He pulls away and forces my jaw closed, giving me only one option swallow. He tucks himself into his jeans. I’m still disoriented when he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Only good girls get to come, and you were anything but good.”
With that, he straightens up, grabs the pieces he wants to buy, and leaves the dressing room.
I blink. What the fuck just happened?
I ache in a way that I’ve never ached before, and my chest is tight. I wasn’t good.
Why does that hurt so much? He’s never not called me good before.
I stand slowly, my brain still trying to catch up with what just happened. I slowly get dressed, my whole body feeling the effects of what we’d just done.
“Ready?” he asks, holding all the bags in his hand, standing there like he didn’t just rock my entire world and then leave me without release.
I nod, and he takes my hand in his.
I’m quiet as we walk to the car, his words affecting a lot more than they should, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit sorry about it.
I take a shower when we get home, and then put away the new underwear that he left sitting on my bed. I grab my phone so that I can do some research on why I feel this way.
“I didn’t mean to be bad, I’m sorry,” I whisper some time later. We ate dinner in silence, which he never questioned.
I fell down a very interesting rabbit hole that led to me learning a lot more about all the different kinks out there, most of which I never wanted to know.
“It’s ok, I know you didn’t,” he says, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“No, baby, I could never be mad at you,” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be mad at me,” I say, letting him pull me into his lap.
“Is this about what I said in the dressing room?” I nod. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I nod again and bury my face into his neck, and somehow I manage to pull myself together, and I don’t cry.
“I don’t want to be bad,” I whisper.
“You’re not bad anymore, you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” he whispers, stroking my head softly, and I nod.
“Yeah, I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
And the weirdest shit happens—I don’t feel as bad anymore. I have no idea what the hell just happened because the ache in my chest that has been there since the store is now gone, and all I know is that I never want to experience that feeling ever again.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and he kisses the top of my head. I let myself melt into him because finally, after hours of feeling horrible, I feel better again.