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“Four thousand dollars!” I shriek, but Eli just shrugs.
“I put down five thousand. We’re good. Get what you want.”
“No. I couldn’t.” I press the enormous blue satin gown back into the assistant’s hands, and she gives me a thin smile as she accepts it.
“We’ll find something, sweetie. Perhaps you’d be more comfortable with something closer to one thousand?”
I’m shaking my head. “No, that’s still—”
“She’ll try that one on,” Eli says, stepping past me and taking the dress from the assistant’s hands. “We’ll be in the changing room.”
“Uncle Eli, no… It’s…” I’m trying to protest that it’s too much, but my mind has just figured out what he said.
We’ll be in the changing room.
We.
We.
My mouth is so dry that when I try to ask what he meant all that comes out is a squeak.
“Do you like the dress?” he asks, staring down at me in that way that makes my breasts feel suddenly very heavy.
I nod. It’s all I can do.
Of course Ilikeit. Who wouldn’t like it?
But who has four thousand dollars to spend on a dress? It’s not like I’ve just been elected the first woman president.ThenI might accept the expense. But today isn’t even anything special.
“If you like it, you’re trying it on. And if you still like it when you’ve tried it on, you’re having it.”
A moment later, I find myself walking in through the changing room door with the dress crumpled in my arms, holding it close so nothing bad can possibly happen to it. The whole of one curved wall is a giant mirror so that if you stand in the center you can see all around yourself. Eli pulls the door closed behind us, then glances around and grabs a chair, setting it down back to front and dropping onto it with his legs spread.
I gulp at the bulge I see there.
“Are you going to…?” I clear my throat as I feel my nipples harden, the space between my legs growing unbelievably warm. “Are you going to turn around while I undress?”
He shakes his head. “Ruby, I raised you. You can change in front of me.”
I hesitate, my body feeling light and heavy at the same time. My breasts are aching, filling with milk. God. I hardly even remember how to move as I lay the dress aside and start stripping out of my own clothes.
Stripping for him.
As I unzip my skirt and let it fall, I can’t decide whether I prefer him seeing me from the front or from behind. I’ve honestly never thought of either as my best feature.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs as his eyes dart down to the front of my panties. “Wet.”
“Oh, god,” I hiss, feeling a burst of warmth spread from my body. I want to reach down and cover myself but he shakes his head.
“Don’t hide from me, Ruby. Do as I say. Finish taking your clothes off.”
I nod, his voice connecting with me in a way that can’t be denied.
My breasts ache as I drag the tank top up over my head, the pads already soaked with my release, but the way his eyes hover over each nipple only makes them leak more. I fumble with the new dress as I put it on, Eli not saying a word as he watches me.
And then I turn to look at myself in the mirror.
“Oh my god…” I gasp at the sight.
