Free InvitingTheDevil by Gabriella Bradley

picked up a phone and I heard him give some orders.
    “You have staff on duty at night?”
    “Yes. Until three in the morning. Sometimes later, if I throw a party for some of my close friends. What do you think of my humble abode?”
    “Far from humble. It’s lavish, reeking of the rich and famous. I like it. It’s very tastefully decorated and still feels like a home.”
    “Make yourself comfortable. Actually, no, not yet. Now that I have you all to myself, I want to admire my creation. Walk for me.”
    “I’m still furious at you.”
    “Are you now?”
    His lazy drawl infuriated me. “Yes, how dare you display me like that then treat me as if I’m your slave.”
    “Whoa! Watch it. Remember the contract you signed.”
    “Oh, I haven’t forgotten.”
    “I expect full obedience.”
    “Why single me out?”
    “Because you’re perfection. You’ve shown qualities none of my other models have ever displayed.”
    “Right. Mousy Danea suddenly turned into a white swan. Wash off all the makeup and glamour, and it’s back to mousy me.”
    “My dear, you’re very down on yourself. Even without makeup and the glamour, you’re perfection. I saw it the moment you walked into my office that first day.”
    “You did?”
    “Yes.”
    “I knew of some of your outlandish gowns, but the silver one really surpassed any I’ve seen pictures of.”
    “Did it ever. Now walk for me.”
    “And if I don’t?”
    “I’ll punish you.”
    “Like in your office?”
    “Mm, yes, maybe. Do you want to find out?”
    I tightened my lips and walked to the open patio doors, then back toward him.
    “Stand still.”
    “Perfect. Though the dress is gossamer spun silk, it held together nicely. I love the tan. It really brings out the color of your eyes.”
    I tried to read his expression. Admiration? No. They were unfathomable, deep mysterious black pools. My feelings were mixed. I was with the man I’d dreamed about for so long, but I felt like running fast and far. I hadn’t forgotten what I’d read about him or my vivid dream. I giggled as I conjured horns coming out of his skull.
    “What’s funny?”
    “Nothing.”
    “I don’t like being laughed at. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you have a bad habit of giggling out of the blue.”
    “I was laughing at myself.” Okay, it was sort of true.
    “Turn for me.”
    I turned several times, the flared skirt swishing around my ankles. A young woman dressed in black wearing a white apron and carrying a tray with a pitcher filled with margarita, two margarita glasses and a platter of snacks, came into the living room.
    “Your margaritas, sir, and the snacks you asked for.”
    “Thank you, Mary. You and cook are dismissed for the night.”
    “Is there anything else you need, sir, before we leave?”
    “No, we’re fine. Off you go.”
    “Do they live here?” I asked.
    “On the property. Not in the house. Take the dress off.”
    “What?”
    “Take the dress off. I don’t want it damaged.”
    “I can’t without help.”
    Oh but that was an open invitation. He stood and walked toward me. Gently, he pushed my hair aside until it hung over one shoulder. I felt his fingers at my neck fumbling with the clasps leaving a trail of scorched skin behind. He undid the hooks that fastened the harness to the dress and slipped it off my arms.
    “There you go.”
    I kicked the shoes off first then slid the dress off my body. When it fell to the floor in a whispering pile, I picked it up and hung it over the back of a chair. He came toward me, still holding the harness.
    “Hold your arms out.”
    He slipped the harness over my arms again and fastened it at the neck and the back. It encased my breasts causing them to look much larger than they were. My nipples looked huge.
    “Perfect,” he murmured and stroked my nipples until I thought they’d pop out of my breasts. My clit hardened, my pussy lips engorged and heated up. “I should have sent you out on the catwalk wearing only this.