Free Playing With Pleasure by Erika Wilde

humiliate Paige all those years ago.
    Yet despite Ashley’s claim, there had been nothing resembling pity with Sawyer last Saturday night. Paige had witnessed the heated desire etching his masculine features before he’d blindfolded her, had felt his hunger and lust as he’d dominated her body, and she’d seen the wild, unrestrained passion in his eyes as he’d given himself over to his own fierce orgasm.
    There had been no pretenses between them in that moment, and there was nothing that Ashley could say to convince Paige otherwise.
    “Here are your dresses, girls,” the saleslady said, making Paige very grateful for her timely interruption. “Follow me to the dressing room, and we’ll see if either of you need any alterations.”
    Paige shook off her rioting emotions and followed the woman to a fitting room. Ashley took the one beside hers, and Melissa sat on the plush couch to wait for them to model the dresses Ashley had chosen for them to wear as her two bridesmaids. Paige hadn’t had any say in the matter, and since the sample size at the bridal shop had been three sizes too small for her to even try on beforehand, she had no idea how she’d look in the form-fitting gown. The saleslady had just taken her measurements and promised that the dress would be custom-made in her size.
    Except as Paige tried to pull the garment up over her curvy hips and ass, a sense of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She could barely squeeze into the tight, mermaid-style gown, and zipping it up was a challenge. Her butt and hips looked huge, her breasts spilled out of the top, and she was certain that even a heavy-duty pair of Spanx wouldn’t be able to smooth out the ripples and bulges caused by the form-fitting sheath.
    Frustration tightened her chest, and tears welled in her eyes as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The dress itself, in a soft shade of rose, was gorgeous—with a classic sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves. The bodice, all the way down to the mid-calf, was constructed in a high-end lace fabric that clung to every curve, which then flared into a skirt made of layers of rose hued chiffon.
    But for Paige’s fuller figure, there was absolutely nothing flattering about this particular silhouette. She looked hideous, and nothing would change that.
    There was a quick knock on the door, followed by the saleslady’s voice. “Your sister is already out here. Are you ready to show your mother the dress?”
    No, she wasn’t, but what choice did she have? Bracing herself for everyone’s reaction, she stepped out and walked into the dressing area, where Ashley was standing on the dais admiring herself in the three-way mirror. Her tall, slender stepsister looked stunning in the form-fitting dress, with the fabric molding to her perfect curves and her blonde hair cascading over her slim shoulders in soft curls. The dress had been made for the lithe shape of her body, and she looked as though she’d stepped right out of a bridal magazine.
    As soon as Melissa saw Paige, her eyes widened, and a soft gasp escaped her. “Oh…Paige.” Her soft, cultured voice was tinged with dismay.
    Ashley twirled around on her platform to see what had startled her mother, looking equally stunned at Paige’s appearance in the gown. “Oh my God, Paige. You look like a stuffed sausage.”
    Paige’s face heated in embarrassment at her stepsister’s very apt description. She felt like a stuffed sausage in the dress, and she refused to compound her humiliation by looking at herself from all angles in the three-way mirror.
    Melissa shot Ashley a chastising glance. “Ashley, that is not a nice thing to say.”
    Ashley just shrugged, a small smirk on her lips that Paige recognized all too well. Ashley knew she looked stunning in the dress, and she loved the fact that Paige would look so dowdy standing next to her at the elegant wedding so all the attention would be on her.
    Melissa circled around Paige to take in the full