Deception (Infidelity #3)(90)
Red. Bright candy-apple red. Bring-traffic-to-a-screeching-halt red. I had to wonder if it was some kind of play on the skater dress I’d purchased months ago.
If it were, I didn’t believe he’d selected this one to make me look like a whore. The red dress I removed from the box was classy and would cover me in all the right places. Nevertheless, I’d searched the box and accompanying bags for a gold armband, like the one I wore that night but found none. As I looked from bag to bag, I also didn’t find a bra or panties. There was, however, a black lace garter belt and accompanying lace-top stockings.
Holding Nox’s choice of undergarments in my hands, I felt the contrasting sensations of the rough yet soft lace beneath my fingers, and it infused my bloodstream with adrenaline. The hormone flowed and swirled throughout my system until my heart raced and insides clenched.
Once I’d showered and completed my makeup, I secured my hair. With my auburn color, I mostly avoided wearing reds and pinks. Keeping that in mind, I styled it up, sophisticated yet alluring, purposely leaving long curls to dance and bob delicately around my shoulders.
At nearly six o’clock, I eased into the clothes he’d had delivered. Small clasps dangled from the garter belt and linked to the stockings, leaving my thighs and core uncovered. The different sensations from the various materials, or lack thereof, electrified my skin. Soft nylon caressed my legs, the lace of the belt hugged my hips and lower waist, and at the same time, my upper thighs were exposed and vulnerable.
I imagined how the bare skin would tingle as cool autumn air blew under the skirt of the dress and how that same skin would warm as my flesh rubbed together ever so slightly as I took each step. I closed my eyes and allowed one of my hands to cup my own breast as the other drifted lower. Brushing my clit and pinching my nipple, my core tightened. Instinctively, I knew that wind and friction wouldn’t be the only elements I’d be exposed to with this choice of undergarments. There would be nothing separating me from Nox’s inclinations.
Before my imagination took me too far, I eased the red dress over the lingerie. The fabric fit perfectly in all the right places. Tighter at the breasts, it was strapless with a high-low hem and chic pleats near the trim waist. The hem, even at its highest point was only slightly above my knees. In the back it dropped nearly to my calves. Even if I spun in a small circle and the skirt flared, no one could see what I wore underneath. Only the black nylons and my black Louboutins were visible.
While the ensemble underneath was sexy and flirtatious, it was totally hidden to everyone else. As I continued to peer in the mirror, I recalled something Nox had said. The memory brought a smile to my already-pink cheeks.
He’d said the world would see a princess, but only we would know the truth.
The truth was that Nox’s choice of clothing didn’t make me feel like the Infidelity whore he’d been alluding to at that time. Not anymore. With Lennox Demetri, whether I wore blue jeans and a t-shirt or scandalous undergarments, he made me feel like the woman he’d met in Del Mar, the princess who enjoyed the thrill of being a secret slut.
“Stunning.”
The deep velvet voice thundered throughout the dressing room, pulling me from my imagination-induced trance. I hadn’t even heard the beeps of the alarm or the opening and closing of the door. My cheeks blushed brighter, matching my dress, as I imagined Nox arriving only moments earlier and finding me with only the garter belt, stockings, and my own roaming hands.
Before I could spin toward him, Nox’s embrace surrounded me from behind, and his cologne settled around me in an intoxicating cloud. With his chin above my shoulder he spoke near my ear, the warmth of his breath prickling my skin.
“You are the most gorgeous woman in all of New York City.” His lips found my neck, and soft and slow kisses trailed downward over my collarbone. “No,” he corrected, “in the world.”
My head wobbled as I tried unsuccessfully to stifle a moan.
Nox’s eyes met mine in the mirror. “I trust you’re wearing everything I sent?”
I nodded, my chest rising and falling, the motion making my new necklace bob against the red material.
“And nothing else?”
“Nothing.” The word came out breathlessly, though I was inhaling quicker than I could exhale. “Do you want to see?”
“Oh, I do. I want to do more than see,” he promised.
I veiled my eyes at the timbre of his tone.
“Call me a masochist,” he went on, “but, princess, for the next few hours I want to imagine what you have under that dress. I will touch it and you, but my eyes will have to wait until I have you back here where I want you.” He pulled me closer, my back against his front and my bottom tight against his erection. “Feel what you’re doing to me? But I know it’ll be worth it, because, fuck, seeing you in our bed, your hands tied, wearing nothing but that garter, stockings, and those sexy shoes will be better than any Christmas morning, ever.”
I couldn’t stop the whimper as my body clenched with need. “Sadist,” I said with a lustful smirk. “That’s what you are.”
I opened my eyes in time to see his menacing grin.
“That too, princess. That too.” He gave me one more kiss, this time chastely on my cheek. “The car is waiting, but I need about five minutes to shower and change.”
I reached for his hands, still around my waist. “Don’t change. I love you the way you are.”