Chapter 10
MADISON
I keep my ear pressed to the door, hoping for more clues as to why Damiano is in the store. He must know I’m here, and he followed me. But why?
Anyone else, I’d worry that I’m being tracked somehow. But with Damiano, it isn’t a concern. I trust him that thoroughly. Which means there’s a perfectly good explanation for him showing up.
Damiano continues in his stern, intense way, “We’d like some privacy to talk for the next few minutes.”
“Of course, sir. For safety reasons, I’ll need to check with the customer first, before I allow you back.” Max sounds a lot braver than I would be if I were faced with Damiano in this intense kind of mood.
“I’d think less of you if you didn’t confirm with the lady in question.”
I step back from the door when Max knocks on it and says, “Miss, there’s a man here. Damiano Romano. I can tell him you already slipped out the back if you don’t want to see him.”
“No, he’s my boyfriend. It’s okay.”
“If you’re sure?” he asks.
It’s sweet that he’s checking. “Thank you, I’m sure.”
“All right.” His footsteps recede.
I don’t have time to take off the cherry-patterned bra, but I quickly put on my jeans and sweater. I don’t know why—Damiano has seen me completely naked. But something about him showing up here unexpectedly puts me on guard.
He knocks at the fitting room door. “Bella? May I come in?”
“Hi, yes, sure.” Still feeling flustered, I unlock the door.
He towers before me, looking taller for some reason. His dark brown eyes travel up and down my body.
“Am I passing your inspection?” I do a twirl.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, before his gaze flicks to the lingerie waiting on the wall hooks. “All of this is yours now, bella, and I want to see you in every single set.”
“Damiano, we should take them home and do this in private.”
He looks around the fitting room before closing and locking the door behind him. “This is private enough. Get changed, bella. Now.”
There’s something extra intense in the way he’s looking at me—desperation mixed with something else.
Not gonna lie, being the object of his complete focus is a turn-on. I slowly lift my sweater back up and over my head, revealing the cherry bra. Then I slide off my jeans and underwear, and replace them with the matching panties. I face Damiano.
His dark eyes devour me. With a single finger, he gestures that I should turn. I pause when my back is to him. I can now see myself in the mirror, and him behind me. Again, his gaze is locked on me. I can feel it, like hands caressing my skin.
“This was a good choice,” he says. “Now try on the next set.”
I slip off the bra and panties. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. Hurry up, Madison. I don’t have much patience.”
Something is off, but he doesn’t want to talk about it yet. I can wait, because I like this game. I like his attention, his desperation.
I go to the next hanger and pull on the dark blue panties. The fabric is a plain, stretchy material, but the waistband is formed of connected silver stars. The bra has matching stars between the cups and at the points where the straps and cups connect.
Once everything is on, I turn around to model it for Damiano.
“Yes, very beautiful,” he murmurs. “I think Seth would especially like to see you in this one.”
I frown. Does he know that I’m still mad at Seth?
His mouth twists in a knowing grin. “You’re in big trouble for ignoring his calls. And mine.”
“I didn’t ignore your calls—oh. Did you call me a little while ago?” I remember the call that came in before I entered the shop. I’d assumed it was Seth.
Damiano nods. “I called and texted several times.”
“Well.” I give him what I hope is an apologetic smile. “I didn’t ignore you on purpose.”
“I had to tell you something important.” He strides to the low couch along the fitting room wall and sits down.
To someone else, he might seem at ease. But I can see the tension coiled in his shoulders and hear the danger in his voice.
“We can talk about Seth giving you space if you require it. But sometimes we will need to get in touch with you.”
“What did you need to tell me?” I unsnap the bra and slide the straps off my shoulders.
He gives a single, infuriating shrug. “It was urgent, but now it can wait. Show me another set of lingerie.”
“Are you mad at me?” I put on the next set. The satin is pale purple and blue, with an iridescent sheen to it.
“No, I am not angry.” He leans back to watch me dress.
Despite his posture, I get the impression that at any second he might spring forward and fuck me against the wall.
And I wouldn’t mind in the slightest. I’m getting my new panties wet and I’ve barely worn them for thirty seconds.
“Come here. I want to look closer.” His voice is silky danger.
I step toward him until I’m standing between his knees.
He leans forward until his face is level with my stomach, and inhales. “I can smell your arousal, bella.”
A new pulse of lust moves through me at his words.
“This is a nice fabric.” He touches the corner of my panties, sliding the tip of his thumb back and forth. “Very soft. High quality. I wonder how it will feel to you when I pinch your nipples through it.”
“Damiano,” I breathe.
He slides his hands up my stomach until he’s cupping my tits. He doesn’t pinch me, though. He moves his thumbs back and forth over my nipples, hardening them beneath the fabric.
Then he pinches me.
I gasp.
“Does it feel good?” he asks.
I lean into his touch, even when he pinches harder. “So good, Sir.”
“That’s my little bella, my sweet girl.” He lets go of my nipples and rubs his whiskered cheeks over my stomach before leaning back again. “Let’s see the next ones.”
I want to argue—I’m ready to abandon the game and ride Damiano until I come. Instead, I strip out of the iridescent fabric. Naked, I walk to the next hanger on the wall. This bra and panty set is a soft pink, the fabric see-through. Sweet and slutty at the same time.
I put it on while facing away from him, although I catch sight of his profile in one of the mirrors. The hungry expression on his face makes me even wetter.
Before I can turn around, he’s off the low bench. Three strides, and he’s behind me, reaching around to pinch my nipples through the gauzy fabric.
I lean back against his strong chest, a moan in my throat.
“Yes, bella,” he rumbles. “You like this little bite of pain, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I want more. I want his hands everywhere. I want his cock filling me, making me scream.
He lets go of one of my nipples to slide his palm down my front. Instead of delving into the gauzy panties, he plays with me from the outside. The fabric is soaked in seconds.
Without warning, he grasps the crotch of the panties and rips it away.
“Damiano!”
“You will call me Sir in this scene, little bella.”
I stare at the ruined fabric, scandalized but titillated. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now I will fuck this sweet pussy to remind you that you’re mine.” His hands move behind me and I hear the clink of his belt, the hum of his zipper.
“I’m yours, Sir.” I don’t need a reminder—I’ve always been his. But the desperate way he’s grabbing me, turning me around and bending me over, makes me wonder if he needs the reminder. What happened to make him so frantic?
I don’t entirely mind, because I like this feral side of him. But at the same time, I’m worried because I don’t want him to be distressed.
“Grab your ankles, bella.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The waistband of the pink panties is still around my hips, threads fluttering against my skin as Damiano presses the head of his cock inside me.
All my blood is rushing to my head, gravity doing its job as I’m bent in half, a vehicle for Damiano’s lust. He thrusts in and out slowly at first. Every time he fills me, it feels as if he’s going farther and farther inside.
“You’re mine, Madison.” He lightly spanks my ass while he fucks me. “Mine, and Seth’s. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I can barely think—lust is clouding my thoughts. But I do know I’m theirs. And if he keeps fucking me just like this, I’ll reach the pinnacle of being theirs, the all-time high.
“Good.” His voice is rough. “Now come for me. I want to feel this tight cunt squeezing my cock.”
Two more strokes and I’m flying over the edge—I come hard, gasping for air.
He pulls out, backs me against the mirror, and enters me again. This time, he’s facing me. His expression is tortured, full of need, full of...fear? What is he afraid of?
The surface of the mirror is chilly against my back and ass, but it does nothing to cool my need for him. The way our bodies meet has his base rubbing my clit with every stroke. I grip his shoulders and stare into his eyes.
“Come again.” He kisses me, consumes me. “Come with me this time.”
“Nearly—nearly there,” I gasp.
“I knew you would be. So responsive, so perfect, my bella.” He kisses me again, thrusting in just the right way.
I clench up, tightening around him as my orgasm takes over. He grunts against my neck, groaning as he pulses inside me, filling me with his come.
We cling to each other for several long moments. My heart thunders in my chest as I try to remember how to breathe.
Damiano pulls back slightly and kisses my cheek. “Oh, you look like someone just fucked your brains out, you poor thing.”
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, my eyes wide as I take in the messy state of my hair, the flush covering my cheeks, neck, and chest. “Oh no. I can never leave this room.”
“You will leave this room proudly, walking right next to me.” He kisses my cheek again. “Now put on your clothes. It’s time to go home.”
As I get dressed, Damiano gathers my purchases, placing them in my bag from Carol’s Closet. “They are already paid for, bella. Don’t worry, nobody will see your soiled new panties.”
“Shhh,” I warn. “They could hear you if they’re close.”
“You weren’t too worried about that when you were moaning in my arms.”
I close my eyes, mortified.
Damiano stops us both in front of the counter, where Max is working at a computer.
“We need an extra pair of panties to match this bra.” Damiano holds up the gauzy, pink bra.
“Of course.” Max, straight-faced, goes off to find a pair, and returns to ring up the extra purchase.
I want to sink through the floor in embarrassment.
When we get outside, Damiano looks all around, as if worried someone is waiting for us. Then he turns to me. “Bella, you are blushing. Is everything okay?”
“Those poor shop assistants probably guessed we were fucking in there.”
He grins, looking like a wicked prince. “We spent a lot of money and they will receive huge commissions. They would not have judged us even if we installed a sex swing and invited friends.”
I can feel myself blushing harder, and he laughs.
“Now will you tell me what’s wrong?” I ask him.
His laughter fades, all good humor gone. He takes my hand and leads me to his car, which is parked nearby. “Not yet. We need to speak with Seth.”