Dressing up for the party
ELECTRA’S POV
I spent the whole afternoon with Maggie and her team getting ready for the party of the month. I called Zoe, my best friend, to come and join me because we should meet for a coffee, but again, she only replied that she was at work.
I understood that she was working on a big case which was important to her career, but I missed her very much. Mr. Thorn allowed me to tell her about our relationship; not every detail, but enough for me to have a conversation with her about my new life. Yet, she was always busy. At least I called my dad to check up on him. He was enjoying the mountains and decided to stay there for another week.
It was six o’clock when my make-up and hair were finally finished, and Maggie closed the zip on my dress. I was staring in awe at my reflection in the mirror, not believing my own eyes.
I was wearing a sparkling mermaid dress, which was slightly transparent. It was only a little darker on my breasts, so my nipples weren’t visible, but I couldn’t have a bra because of a very deep neckline. My legs were exposed because the front was short and the back of the dress was floor length. I glanced at my thighs, which looked somehow thinner, maybe thanks to the high heels. My cleavage looked like something from a magazine, covered with sparkles and so full, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. My big ass was in a huge contrast with my thin waist and I found myself thinking, how the hell did this dress do it? I didn’t wear special underwear; it was impossible to have something under such a revealing dress, yet I had to say, the effect was amazing.
The light touch of make-up on my face only underlined my natural beauty and the smokey eye shadows made my hazel eyes glow. My platinum long hair fell freely on my back in big waves, finishing the effect of the princess look.
“Satisfied?” I heard Maggie ask. She was standing next to the door, letting me enjoy the moment. I didn’t know what to say. Satisfied? This was pure magic. Who wouldn’t be okay with it? Yet I quickly realised she wasn’t asking me. I was so lost in staring at myself that I didn’t notice Bastian leaning against the bookshelf, looking at me like a hungry wolf. I instantly felt the effect of his heated stare between my legs.
“Words can’t describe how beautiful you are, princess,” he said, when I turned around to face him. I saw with the corner of my eye that Maggie had left the room, leaving us alone.
“It’s your money transformed into a perfect outfit,” I replied, watching him as he pushed himself off the shelf, taking slow steps toward me.
“Obviously, it’s my best investment,” he stated in a low voice, putting his hands on my hips. The proximity of his body was making me desperate for his lips on my skin. But the healthy part of my brain reminded me that I shouldn’t destroy a few hours of hard work because I was horny.
“Do you have panties?” Bastian asked out of the blue, and my eyes widened.
“Of course, I have panties!” I almost yelled at him. I didn’t plan to meet his business partners without my underwear. It was enough for me that I didn’t have a bra.
“Take them off,” he commanded sternly, and I blinked a few times, staring at him like he had just lost his mind. I was flattered that he wanted to bend me over. It was the best compliment he could give me, but it wasn’t the right time to fool around.
“You’re not dressed,” I said, avoiding his piercing gaze. I didn’t want to directly disobey his order. I tried to play it cool and remind him that we have some work to do. “We don’t have time for a quickie.”
To my great surprise, he chuckled, pressing me against his hard body. I felt his palms on my ass, and I bit my lip, unsure if I was able to say no to him.
“I’m not going to fuck you, princess,” he whispered into my ear. Goosebumps appeared on my naked shoulders and arms. “I want you to be ready for me later.”
“Later?” I squealed, grabbing his biceps for support.
“Yes, sweetie, later,” he confirmed, kissing my cheek gently. “Take off your panties,” he commanded again, pulling away from me.
I opened my mouth to tell him something, but nothing came out. I was flabbergasted by his words. He clearly wanted me to go to the party without my underwear in a very short dress. Was he crazy?
With my trembling fingers, I did as he said, while he was staring at me, like I was some delicious dessert. The glances that he was throwing at me were waking up my deepest desires, and I really didn’t want to leave the apartment. I knew I looked breath taking. The final effect of the dress with everything else knocked the air out of my lungs as well. But the expression on Bastian’s face was something I would remember for a very long time.