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What was happening to me? Why was I like this?
I should be angry, furious even that he’d taken his belt to me, but I wasn’t. Instead, I just felt cared for and so impossibly aroused that I could hardly stand.
I reached down and brushed my fingers against my clit, the memory of Maxim’s belt making the little bundle of nerves swell. I circled the nub with my fingers and my pussy clenched down, tightening around nothing.
What would his cock feel like there instead?
My fingers slipped inside of me, and I let out a quiet sigh, the hot water cascading down my back and when I finally realized what I was doing, I jerked my hand away in open shame.
I would not touch myself thinking about Maxim belting me last night.
Or him fucking me…
No way in hell.
I finished my shower in a hurry, the steam rising up around me as I turned off the tap.
When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and shivered, the chill of the bathroom and the heat of the shower making goosebumps appear all over my flesh. I finished drying off and walked back into the bedroom, curious about what was in the box waiting for me.
The note taped to the top said, ‘wear me’ and my face heated.
If I still had my clothes from last night, I would have deliberately disobeyed him, but they were still outside somewhere on the ground.
It was either wear whatever was in the box or walk downstairs naked, and I definitely wasn’t going to choose the latter.
I opened the box and stared down at a pretty pink dress and a pair of blush-colored, cherry-covered panties. I stared down at them. They were kind of young looking.
But… He picked this out for me.
With a grimace, I dropped the towel and pulled on the dress and panties. The fabric felt soft and luxurious, and the dress fit like it was custom made for me.
He hadn’t given me a bra and for some insane reason, my nips were standing on end.
I covered them with my arms and looked in the mirror.
I actually looked pretty.
Like a good girl.
Maxim’s good girl.
The thought made my stomach flip-flop, and I pulled out the shoes that had been placed in the bottom of the box. When I was fully dressed, I looked in the mirror again.
I felt beautiful, but I also kind of felt like the outfit was geared for someone quite a bit younger than me.
I didn’t like that.
I didn’t dislike it either.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, so I decided to ignore it as I lifted my chin and turned toward the door. This time, the door wasn’t locked.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I paused again, taking a deep breath before heading down them.
As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of food hit me, and my stomach growled angrily, like I hadn’t eaten in days instead of just one night.
Maxim was at the stove, flipping what looked like an omelet. He glanced over his shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth when he noticed me.
“You’re up,” he said, his voice warm. “I hope you’re hungry.”
