All five stories from the Big Beautiful Submission series:
When Charles meets Rita, he experiences feelings he never thought he'd have again. She has the kind of body he's always dreamed about but never enjoyed. But is he really the dom she thinks he is?
These stories total roughly 28,500 words and are not intended for readers under the age of 18.
He lifted a corset off a rack and held it up in front of her. To her surprise, it looked big enough to fit her. It was exquisite - layers of matt black fabric laid against pieces so shiny they appeared almost liquid. She yearned to reach out and see if it was as soft as it appeared. But he hadn't told her to do any such thing.
They shared a look of understanding and he snatched up some other items before marching her to the back of the shop.
The assistant hurried along to intercept them. It was almost funny watching her attempt to overtake them without losing her air of professional detachment.
"We'd like to try these on." He held out his selection.
"I'm afraid it's against store policy for you to try the briefs."
Henley plucked the tag with the barcode off both pairs of panties and handed them to her. "Put them on my account."
She nodded and lifted the drapes that cordoned off the changing rooms.
Lily knew she was staring, but she'd only been expecting a few cubicles. The space behind the curtain was like a shop in itself. There was a plump peach sofa and several matching overstuffed armchairs. One wall was lined with mirrors, giving the place the feel of a dance studio. She scanned the room for the changing booths themselves, but instead of curtained boxes, there was another door. The sales assistant opened it for them and Henley gestured for her to go in first.
"Can I get you any refreshments?"
"Two coffees please," he said as he followed her in.
Free coffee? It really was another world.
He closed the door to the smaller room and Lily stood dumbstruck, her back to the full-length mirror. He handed her the corset and a black pair of French knickers before taking a seat on the twin of the sofa outside. The hunger in his eyes made her skin prickle.
He sat with his legs wide, lounging with his arms along the back of the couch. The picture of wealthy entitlement ready for the show to begin.
She wasn't going to disappoint him.
"Look at me," he said.
She'd been dying to meet his gaze. When she did, a jolt of electricity passed between them. He wasn't cold and hard any more. His green eyes blazed with heat. Without another word, she hung the lingerie up beside the mirror, put her handbag on the floor and slipped off her trainers. Next time, she would wear some proper shoes. They were more fitting for a striptease.
Slowly, she undid her jeans and eased them down her legs. His gaze swept down her body and she had to fight the urge to pull her t-shirt over her thighs. He wanted to see her. The time for being coy had passed.
About Neneh Gordon
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Published May 2, 2013
by French Letters Press.
Romance, Literature & Fiction, Erotica.