Sophie’s POV
Sophie’s POV
Pretty much right after the morning of him confessing he wanted to keep me as his wife after taking over my father’s clan, he insisted on me moving into his master bedroom with him. He was so insistent that he came charging into my walk-in closet, ready to grab some of my clothes when he stopped.
I heard his voice come out hard as steel.
“Fiammetta, why do you have these clothes?”
“Huh?” I walked to the walk-in closet and stood next to him, realizing he was looking at my costume clothes I used for my secret social media account. I blushed, forgetting about them.
“Oh. Those. I wear costume pieces such as a wig and different clothing for my social media platform.”
I wasn’t sure how much he knew about my account, or accounts, so I decided to go with the innocent angle.
His voice continued in a tense tone. “Which account, Sophie?”
Oh. Okay. I guess he knew about both.
“Ummm…...well…..” My voice dropped to a whisper. “A second account I have.”
He continued to stare at the clothes, which consisted of a variety of corsets. I used them to trim down my figure, but would always wear a business jacket over them.
“Why these clothes?” he sounded irritated.
“Well, I talk about some things about our social circles and I’m trying to disguise who I am. I wear a jacket over the corset. Always.” I hesitated, waiting for whatever reaction was about to come out of him.
His eyes moved from my corsets to me. His eyes were intense.
“You will no longer wear these on your account.”
I was frustrated. “What? Why not? I’m covered up. All that can be seen is my neck.”
He leaned down towards me, within a few inches of my face, feeling his warm breath on my lips, making my lick them suddenly. His eyes drifted down to the simple action, his eyes narrowing. His eyes moved slowly back up to mine.
“You will only wear clothes like that for me. In private.” He stared at me, his eyes hard. “Do you understand?”
I gulped, imagining wearing a corset and silky panties for him, and I could feel my face grow warm. Damn him for putting that image in my head. When I was able to focus back on him, I could see a smirk forming. He knew what I was thinking. Asshole.
“Understand, Fiammetta?”His voice was husky now.
I felt my heart flutter. “Yes, Dom. I understand.”
He smiled at me and gently kissed my lips. “Good girl. Now, let’s get this stuff to our room.”
Our room. My heart fluttered again. Was this really happening? I didn’t know if I should trust it.
“I will help you find other costumes for your other account. What color is the wig you wear?” he asked, looking me up and down, probably trying to visualize me with another color than my black.
“Auburn. Like you could even picture me as a blond? That would look terrible.” I rolled my eyes.
“I would like to see you in your wig.” His eyes were on me, a glint in his eyes. “Wearing a corset.” He leaned in closer. “On our bed.” His voice dropped on that last thought.
My breath picked up, my heart and stomach fluttering.
He suddenly turned back towards my clothes, grabbed a handful of my corsets, and started walking off with them.
Before he made it too far, he said over his shoulder, “I’ll have some of the maids help you move things, but no one gets to see these clothes but me. ”
I giggled after he disappeared out of the room.
Three nights later, I came to the room to find a box on the bed.
I looked at it curiously, so I texted Dom.
We had begun to send simple texts throughout the day since we slept together.
Mostly just “I’m busy, but call if you need me” or “OMW” texts.
It made me laugh that Dom used some of the abbreviations in his texts.
I was weirder. I used full sentences. I think it was so people couldn’t find something else to judge me over than they already had.
Me: There’s a box on the bed. Should I be worried?
Dom: Almost home. Wait 5 minutes then open it.
I hesitated.
Me: Ok.
I busied myself with things around the room, then after checking my phone repeatedly every minute, I went to the box.
It was a flat box that looked like something you would put a piece of clothing in, like a shirt or sweater.
I felt my hands begin to sweat. I unwrapped the ribbon and popped up the lid, hovering it over the top for a moment.
Would I like it, whatever it was? Would I hate it?
I took a couple of deep breaths, told myself don’t be a coward and moved the lid to the side.
My breath caught, my chest tightened as I saw what was in the box.
I didn’t know if this was meant to be a joke.
He wouldn’t do that? Would he? But on closer inspection, I realized this one was different.
And there was something else with it. I took the part I recognized out.
It was a similar, but prettier looking chain that I had been wearing the night Dom found me in that strip club.
I had been humiliated standing in front of so many people, dressed like I had been, knowing how people looked at me and spoke about my figure.
I was so lost in the horrible memory, I didn’t hear Dom come up behind me until I felt his hand slide to my waist, pulling up behind me. My breath caught. He leaned his lips to my ear and said in a husky voice. “For you to wear, only for me.”
I turned my head to look up at him, frowning.
“When I saw you wearing that in that damned club, I got so hard.” My mouth fell open. Then his voice hardened. “I was also pissed off knowing all those damned men were looking at what belonged to me.”
I frowned again, shaking my head. “No one was looking at me, Dom.”
He looked at me blankly. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
I looked at him, confused.
“Sophie, there were multiple men staring and leering at you. I understand that your father and sister told you cruel things about how you look, mi fiammetta, and put these negative thoughts in that pretty little head of yours,” he said as he lightly tapped my forehead, “but you are beyond beautiful. Inside and out.” He leaned his lips against my forehead, as I continued to stand, my back to his front, my head turned to the side, “and you have the most lush body I have ever seen or touched. It's why I can’t keep my damned hands off of you.”
He held me like that for a few minutes, rubbing his hardening cock on my backside.
“Now, go put them on. I want to see them.”
I hesitated, and he slapped my ass.
“Go. Show me our gift.”
I took the pieces of body jewelry with me to the bathroom. I hesitated after putting on both pieces.
Dom’s husky voice came through the bathroom door. “Bring me my gift, fiammetta, or I’ll come in there and get it myself.”
I felt a shiver go up and down my body. He would too. I don’t doubt it. But the thing was I had never been this naked in front of a man before. I felt exposed. When I opened the door I could see the side lamps were still on, which ramped up my anxiety more.
His voice came out coaxingly, “Come out, my little flame.” That was the first time he said it in English. I tried to control my shaking body, took a deep breath, and exhaled.
I walked out of the bathroom, becoming aware of Dom sitting up against the headboard, naked on the bed, stroking his very hard cock.
I stayed in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as Dom continued to look me up and down.
The gold-chained body jewelry, a waist-bikini-bottom that wrapped around my waist only covered parts of my ass.
The front area was completely exposed. The other piece I was wearing was an upper body chain set.
A gold necklace with sparkling gems gripped my neck like a choker necklace, with strands of gold chains curving down around by large breasts, leaving them exposed, as the chains continued down my naked stomach, linking at a gold chain that went around my waist, but sat slightly above the gold-chain of the bikini-bottom jewelry.
I started to move my hands as if to block my body, when Dom’s hard tone gritted out, “Don’t you dare cover up my body.” His eyes were heated and intense. “Come here.”
I put my hands to my side and walked towards the end of the bed. He was staring at me like a predator, and I honestly was very aroused by it, more than I thought I would be.
He motioned with his free hand, “Come to me.”
I crawled on the bed towards him.
“Fuck, fiammetta, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.” His voice was gritted out as he started stroking his cock harder.
He made me feel brave as I crawled up until I was at his legs, then I crawled myself over him, grabbing his legs as I went along until I was positioned with my face near his, my hips hovering over his cock that he was still stroking and gripping.
I leaned up so my body was in view, letting him look me over up close.
“I need you now, fiammetta. Give me what I need.”
I began moving my hips up and down so that I was rubbing against Dom’s cock, while he was still holding it.
“Your pussy is already wet for me, Sophie. Give me my wet pussy.”
I pushed his hand away from his cock, and positioned myself over it.
Without waiting, he reached out and grabbed my hips, gripping them tightly, then slowly lowered me down on him.
We both moaned as he slid perfectly into place. Once I was flush with him, he held me there for a moment as he looked me up and down again.
In a tight tone he said, “This is only for me. Understand, fiammetta?”
I whispered, with my eyes hooded, “Yes, Dom. Only for you.”
He then proceeded to show me how much he enjoyed my new ‘costume.’
And I couldn’t lie. I enjoyed it too.