Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Slade helped me to my feet to try out the shoes. I wobbled for a minute, then regained my balance. The heels were higher than any I had ever worn before but I thought I could manage them if I was careful.
“Good, Princess—now walk in them,” Slade urged me when he saw I had my balance. “Go on—walk down to the end of the aisle and then come back to me.”
Feeling slightly awkward, I began strolling down to the far end of the shoe aisle. There was a full-length mirror at the end and I could see myself striding forward, wearing my new red dress and the “fuck me” shoes.
The sight of my new outfit and the way it emphasized my curves made me feel tingly all over. As for the shoes, the heels were so high I couldn’t walk normally in them. They made my hips and behind sway from side to side—by the time I reached the far end of the aisle, I was practically strutting.
I turned and saw Slade staring at me, his golden eyes lazy with lust.
“Now come back to me,” he said, motioning.
I did as he said, strutting back down the aisle. I was getting used to the sky-high heels by now and I found I liked the way they made me thrust out my breasts and roll my hips. I felt sensuous—sexy and sophisticated. Like the women in the restaurant last night, before everything went bad. I would definitely fit in here on Rigelis Nine in these clothes and shoes.
Also, I couldn’t help liking the way Slade was looking at me. I tried to tell myself I didn’t—there was a hungry light in his golden eyes that gave me the shivers. But there was a part of me that responded to him when he looked at me that way.
“Fuck, baby—you look so fucking hot,” he growled when I got back to him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his big body. “Just want to take you to bed right now and eat your sweet pussy until you moan for me,” he murmured in my ear. “And then I want to fuck you while you wear those shoes—a nice, long, slow fuck while I open your hot little pussy with my cock and fill you full of my seed.”
“Slade!” I protested, but my voice was breathless. Why wouldn’t he stop talking like that? Nobody on L’Crist talked like he did. Hearing him say how much he wanted me—and exactly what he wanted to do to me—was shocking and enticing at the same time.
“What? Can’t I talk about Breeding my own wife?” he growled, pulling back. He looked down at the shoes and shook his head. “You better take those off for now. Otherwise I’m going to want to taste you right here and now.”
“Please, Slade—don’t talk that way! You know I can’t let you do that,” I protested, feeling my cheeks get hot with a blush.
“Mmm-hmm. When The Need gets bad enough you’ll be begging me to do it,” he said confidently. “Come on, let’s finish up here. We still have two more departments to go.”
25
AURORA
I wasn’t sure where we were going next, but we ended up on the floor housing the lingerie department. Slade took my hand and asked directions to the extra-curvy section. I stared around me, wide-eyed, as we walked.
The items I saw for sale here bore almost no resemblance to the plain bras and panties I had worn all my life. They were silk and lace and many more colors than I was used to. Back on L’Crist I had always worn white or beige undergarments—those were the only two colors you could get. Here I saw red and black and purple and pink and every other color imaginable.
But it wasn’t just the colors—it was the styles available. Some of the bras and panties were practically see-through. Others were so tiny I was sure they wouldn’t cover a thing. And many had slits or holes in strategic places that made me blush. I was sure I could never wear anything like that.
Even as I thought that, though, I couldn’t help imagining myself in the naughty lingerie. I told myself I was just worked up from the way Slade had been teasing me all day, but my imagination was running wild as I saw the variety of sensual underthings for sale. I kept picturing Slade touching me while I was wearing those tiny, see-through panties or maybe one of the bras that had holes cut out where the nipples ought to be.
I tried to stop thinking these things, but my mind seemed to be stuck in a loop. There was no denying, even to myself, that my cunny was hot and wet and my nipples were aching. Even with Slade right beside me, holding my hand, The Need was still getting worse and worse.