Changing Rooms
Before I know it, we are pulling outside a small black storefront and I look up to see 'Agent Provocateur' written in a gorgeous pink script. Lingerie. Okay, I can do this. I take Alex's hand as he leads me into the shop and I am astonished when the assistant walks over and greets him by name. Clearly, he has been here before. A streak of jealousy runs through me as I think about all the other girls he may have been buying underwear for and I don’t even realise that I am scowling until Alex chuckles next to me. "Liv, I can read you like a book. There is nothing to be jealous about. I was in here yesterday organising this for you," Alex whispers into my ear, and I immediately feel myself relax.
The assistant now introduces herself to me as Tammy and requests that I go on through to the dressing room. I follow her through the store, eying up the beautiful confections of lace lining the walls, sure that my expression probably speaks a thousand words, as she leads me into what feels like a sumptuously decorated boudoir. With a brisk efficiency that immediately puts me at ease, Tammy asks me to strip down to my bra and panties so that she can size me and then closes the curtain behind her. I shrug out of my heavy coat and peel off my jeans, and moments later I am standing in front of a full-length mirror, casting a critical eye over my body.
I am not skinny by any means; since being with Alex, I have filled out rather a lot but mostly in the right places. I suck in my stomach trying to erase the tiny little bump that I see there. But otherwise, I am just an ordinary girl: average height, average build and pretty average boobs. What Alex sees in me is still beyond my comprehension.
Tammy calls out to ask if I am ready, and when I reply in the affirmative, the curtain whips open and then is closed again briskly behind her. In the briefest of moments, I spot Alex smirking at me through the gap before Tammy ensures that the divide is properly shut. She eyes me for a second before asking me to turn around and then bustling back out again. She is back moments later with a handful of bras, which we then spend what feels like an age trying on. At first, I feel so embarrassed about having her hands on me and I apologise profusely when she looks at my old greying cotton bra, which she tells me is the wrong size.
When I finally turn around and look at myself in the mirror, I gape at my reflection. The black bra that Tammy has put on me is underwired with a full cup, but the lacework is stunning. Somehow the shape has given my breasts an incredible lift and it has transformed how my entire body looks. Oh my god, I never knew a bra could change my appearance.
"Wow," I say softly to Tammy.
"I know, right?" she responds with a kind smile.
"So how much is it?" I ask nervously, trying to calculate if I can afford one or two of these beautiful creations.
"Um," Tammy says, looking at me. "Mr Davenport bought a whole lot of the collection for you already." I gasp and she looks at me quizzically. "Did he not tell you?" she asks, her voice now a whisper.
"Nope," I sigh quietly. Seriously, what is this man thinking?
"Oh okay. I am just measuring you to make sure that we send across the right sizes."
"How much?" I ask, and I can see her nervousness at the brusque note in my tone.
"Um, about ten thousand," Tammy responds.
"Ten thousand!" I screech, before flinging the curtain open and marching up to Alex, the fact that I am wearing only a bra and panties completely forgotten. "What the hell, Alex? You could fucking feed a village in Africa for that. I don't need ten thousand pounds worth of bras and panties. Are you friggin' crazy?" I am breathing heavily, rant over, when I remember my near-naked state. I quickly fold my arms across my body defensively as I wait for Alex to answer me.
Taking my arm firmly, Alex guides me back into the changing room before turning to me and looking me straight in the eye. "I spent ten thousand because I wanted to, Liv. You deserve the best. And you will accept the underwear. Otherwise, I am going to have to show you what happens when you disobey me." Yeah right, so much for him not wanting to dominate me outside the bedroom! His tone is silken, but I feel the steely resolve in his words and his eyes are intense as they bore into me. Alex has backed me up against the wall, his frame becoming the prevailing feature in the small room. My breath hitches as he brings up a hand and runs a finger lightly across the lace on the top of my breasts. Instantly my nipples harden beneath the soft tulle lining and I feel wetness spreading in my panties.
"Fuck, Liv. You look like a peach, all ripe and soft, waiting to be bitten." I can feel teeth scraping my ear lobe as he murmurs the words so quietly that only I can hear him. I am so completely distracted by his words that I don't even realise that his fingers have slid into my panties until I feel them slide in between my wet folds and then into my slit. The heel of his hand grinds against my throbbing clit as he starts to pump his fingers into me. Immediately my muscles clench around him and I can feel my breathing becoming ragged. Seriously, this man unravels all my control and turns me to putty with his touch.
"Alex," I whisper hoarsely. "There are people outside."
"Then you are just going to have to be quiet, my love. You need to learn what happens when you pick battles over something so silly. I always get my way, one way or another." I moan softly as Alex brushes that sweet spot buried deep in my core, causing sparks of electricity to start firing through every nerve ending. In my effort to be silent, I can feel every muscle in my body becoming rigid, and my hands claw the walls.
"That's it, Olivia. Give it up to me, baby. I know you want to. Come for me." His final command, combined with the teeth sinking into my neck, has white-hot light shooting through my core as I convulse around Alex's fingers. When I finally stop trembling, Alex removes his hand and brings his fingers up to his mouth, very deliberately licking each one clean as he watches me. "Fuck me, you taste good," Alex murmurs when he is finished, before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. And then, with a wicked gleam in his eye, he turns and stalks out of the changing room and I hear him talking to Tammy on the other side of the long velvet curtains.