Chapter 39: Forced to wear sexy lingerie
Nicole's POV
Hodgson's words made my cheeks burn with shame.
I remembered the wine bottle from yesterday, and our wild night that followed.
When I woke up this morning, my pussy was indeed very uncomfortable, and I could still feel waves of pain when I walked.
But he actually wanted me to take off my pants and apply medicine here?
Absolutely not!
I glared at him fiercely, called him a "pervert," and ran back to my room.
Shier didn't come to my room today either. I guessed he must be busy comforting Wendy.
I threw myself onto the bed, buried my head under the covers, and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as I opened my door, I saw Hodgson leaning against the doorframe.
He blocked my way. "Let's go. We'll go to the party together."
If he hadn't made decisions on his own yesterday, I wouldn't have to attend this boring party at all.
Now here he was, swaggering over to pick me up. Did he want everyone to see us together?
I absolutely couldn't go with him.
"No need," I said, deliberately using his words from yesterday against him.
"Didn't you arrange everything yesterday? I'll go with Shier."
His expression darkened. "Very well."
Before I could react, he suddenly stepped forward and swept me up in his arms.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" I cried out.
He ignored my struggles completely and carried me straight downstairs.
We could run into someone in the hallway at any moment. Terrified, I quickly buried my head in his chest, afraid someone would see this scene.
Hodgson carried me all the way to a car at the manor entrance, opened the door, stuffed me into the back seat, and then got in himself.
"Hodgson, what exactly do you think you're doing? Let me out now!"
I tried to pull the door handle, only to find he had locked it.
Molly's voice came from outside the car window.
"Hodgson! Can I seat with you?"
My heart leaped into my throat. I ducked down, diving between Hodgson's legs, pressing my face hard against his thighs.
Eric immediately stepped forward to stop Molly.
"I'm sorry, Miss Molly."
Eric said. "Mr. Hodgson needs to return to the company first to handle urgent business. You can go ahead to the beach and wait for him."
"Back to the company?" Molly muttered with displeasure. "Fine, but tell Hodgson to hurry up. I'll wait for him."
Hearing her footsteps fade away, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I was about to sit up from Hodgson's lap when his hand suddenly pressed down on the back of my head.
"You know what, Nicole."
His voice carried a hint of newly ignited desire, "this position of yours really makes me want to fuck you. Before we go to the beach, maybe we could do something else first."
I could clearly feel the heat and hardness beneath the fabric at his crotch.
Frightened, I immediately straightened up, awkwardly turning my head toward the window.
The car didn't drive toward the beach but stopped in front of a luxury boutique.
Hodgson pulled me inside.
The décor here was more luxurious than any store I'd ever seen. The air was filled with expensive fragrances, and I felt completely out of place.
Soon, a sales assistant brought over a dozen or so dresses, almost all of them sexy slip dresses with thin straps.
I glanced at the price tags, and the long string of zeros made me gasp.
He lounged lazily on the sofa, jerking his chin up in a command. "Go. Try them all on."
I reluctantly took the dresses and walked into the fitting room.
Each dress perfectly outlined my figure, with scandalously little fabric.
When I walked out wearing a fire-red silk slip dress, the thin material clung tightly to my body, making me feel as if I were wearing nothing at all.
"Turn around," Hodgson commanded.
I stiffly turned around. The back of the dress was completely open, connected only by a few thin straps.
The air conditioning blew on my back, raising goosebumps on my skin.
Hodgson stood up from the sofa and walked toward me step by step.
I wanted to turn around, but he pressed down on my shoulders, preventing me from moving.
His fingers started at the nape of my neck and slowly slid down along my spine, leaving a trail of tingling sensations wherever they touched.
"Fuck, Nicole, do you know how tempting you look right now?"
He whispered in my ear, his voice low and husky. "I don't want other men seeing you dressed like this."
His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into his embrace.
"But," he chuckled softly, "I like seeing you in these kinds of clothes when I'm fucking you."
I was trapped in his arms, ashamed and angry, yet unable to move.
He placed a burning kiss by my ear, then finally released me.
"Next one." He gestured with his chin toward the remaining clothes.
I could only grit my teeth, pick up the next dress, and walk back into the fitting room.
After I finally tried on the last dress, I was about to go back in and change into my own clothes when Hodgson suddenly stood up and followed me into the fitting room.
"This is the women's fitting room. Please leave!"
"Don't rush," he said, locking the door.
"You still need to try on the last outfit."
What he held in his hand was a yellow bikini with extremely little fabric... No, this wasn't even a bikini. It was more like sexy lingerie.
"If you don't put it on," he threatened, "you won't be leaving here today."
I couldn't fight him. Having no other choice, I changed into that outfit in front of him.
The two pitiful scraps of fabric on top barely covered my nipples, and the thong below made me instinctively clench my legs together.
Hodgson's breathing instantly became heavy, his eyes filled with undisguised desire.
"No," I immediately shook my head. "We can't do this here..."
"It's fine," he moved closer to me. "No one will disturb us."
"But..." I frantically searched for an excuse. "I'm still not healed down there. It's still swollen."
This statement seemed to restore some of his rationality, and the desire in his eyes subsided somewhat.
"Is that so?" He stopped in his tracks. "Spread your legs and let me check."
I could only endure the shame, lie down on the fitting room sofa, and spread my legs for his inspection.
His fingers gently touched my most private area, sending shivers through me.
"All right," he said after the examination, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"It does seem you haven't fully healed yet. I'll let you off this time."
Relieved, I immediately jumped up from the sofa and changed out of the bikini as quickly as possible, putting on my own clothes.
Just then, my phone rang.
As soon as I answered, Shier's furious roar came through the receiver: "Nicole! Where the fuck did you go?!"