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We chatted a little bit about his home. He lived on the outskirts of Pacifica, somewhere along the northwestern coastline of what used to be the United States of America.

We were about fifty miles outside of the main city on the edge of a nature preserve, which was the main reason why this area hadn’t been developed.

He told me there were several ruins left behind from before the war.

When my eyes opened with excitement at the mention of the Space Needle, he promised that he would take me soon.

Finished eating, he sat back and cocked his head. Immediately, the atmosphere grew more tense, and I shifted in my seat. His gaze zeroed in on me and I lifted my chin with a bit of defiance.

“It’s time to show me the dresses you chose, little girl,” he instructed, his voice stern and just a little dangerous. I swallowed heavily. He felt so powerful sitting there before me, and I felt so small.

I wanted to tip the balance between us, to put us back on a more equal footing. I didn’t know if it was possible, but I wanted to try.

“Okay. Be right back then,” I replied quickly. I hid my face by looking down, hoping to hide the tentative smirk on my lips.

I had an idea.

My pussy twitched with anticipation. Maybe tonight would be the night I finally got him to fuck me.

I got up from the table and slipped down the hall into the bedroom.

I stripped off my t-shirt and leggings, pulled on the first dress, and looked in the mirror.

This one had a zipper hidden in the side and I made sure it was done all the way up.

When I was ready, I walked down the hall with my head held high.

In the time I’d taken to get ready, he’d cleaned the dishes and packed away the leftovers. Now he was settled on the couch, waiting for me. His eyes feasted on me, slinking up and down my body with a ravenous hunger that made my clit pulse greedily.

That first dress covered my body completely, but it hugged my hips closely enough to show them off. He said nothing, but he didn’t need to. I could tell that he liked it.

The second dress I left slightly undone.

The third I only buttoned up halfway.

The fourth I simply held in place.

The last one, I let slip a little out of place to reveal the pink of my left nipple. I pretended like it was an accident, but his smirk told me he knew it wasn’t.

With each subsequent dress, his expression darkened with increasing lust. I’d started off with the most chaste of them all and ended with the most revealing.

“I know what you’re doing, little girl,” he murmured, his voice low and precarious.

“What?” I replied, trying my best to act as innocently as I could manage.

“You’re going to have to wait till tomorrow for me to strip you out of your dress for your fucking, naughty girl. It’s not going to happen tonight.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

My core cramped hard with arousal. Not knowing what to say, I spun on my heel and rushed out of the room.

I was tired of waiting.

Time and time again, he’d teased me with the promise of sex, and I was more than a little frustrated.

I allowed the dress to slip off my body and pool down at my feet.

I stepped out of it, hanging it back up so that it wasn’t wrinkled on the off chance that it happened to be the one I wore tomorrow at my very own wedding.

I sat down on the bed and sighed. My knees knocked together, and I chewed the inside of my cheek, slumped forward and struggling to cope as every inch of my body simmered with heat.

The white bustier suddenly felt too tight.

Needing to escape the restraint, I lifted my hands to unclasp it, my fingers fumbling along the way.

I glared at the door as I tossed it aside.

Even though I was only wearing a pair of panties now, it still felt like too much.

I was so wet that when I pulled them down, I saw that my arousal had soaked them through.

I threw them aside with the bustier. Tentatively, I reached up and pinched my nipples gently.

My clit practically roared with approval.

I leaned back and pressed one hand between my legs. I found that needy little bud, gathering my wetness with my fingertips and touching myself where I needed it the most, throwing my head back and closing my eyes in pleasure.

If he wasn’t going to do it, I would.

Ryker cleared his throat in the doorway. I jerked my fingers away, startled.

“Would you like to know the dress I’m going to choose, naughty girl?

” He cocked his head as I sat back up. My thighs drew together in a vain effort to hide my nakedness.

I glanced down, only to see my glistening wetness all over my fingers, feel it slicking my inner thighs. My cheeks flushed with heat.

“Yes, sir,” I answered quickly. I wrapped my arms around my chest, hiding my breasts the best that I could. He didn’t say anything about how wicked it was for me to be touching myself, but it felt that way.

Would he spank me for it? Then maybe would he fuck me after all?

He pulled the third one I’d worn off the rack.

“This one is positively gorgeous on you.”

The gown was beautifully designed. Several layers of mesh covered a nude slip, giving the illusion that the dress was sheer.

The very top layer was intricately embroidered with flowers, sweeping down to the floor like each petal was caught up in the wind.

The sweetheart neckline showed off the shape of my breasts, while lacy off-shoulder sleeves draped down my arms. Wearing it felt innocently indecent.

It was perfect.

To be honest, it would have been my first choice too if it had been up to me.

“You will wear this dress tomorrow,” he stated, brooking no disagreement. “Now, little girl, I told you that you needed to wait until tomorrow for your fucking, didn’t I?”

His tone was much more serious than before. My stomach churned. With a nervous gulp, I nodded.

“Did you ask for permission to touch that needy little pussy?”

I shook my head, blushing so furiously that I thought my face might catch fire.

My mouth went dry as his hands dropped to his belt.

I fidgeted, remembering how much it hurt each time he used it.

He said nothing as he unbuckled it. Unhurriedly, he slid it from his slacks.

The worn black leather swished against the fabric and swung easily by his side once it was free.

He moved to the side of the bed.

“Lie down on the bed. Put your head on the pillow and your arms over your head.”

My clit pulsed.

“Ryker, I didn’t mean…” I began.

“Shhh. Come here, my naughty girl.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek as I so often did when I was nervous, staring back at him for a long moment. I glanced down at the belt. He held out his free hand and I took it with much hesitation. Gently, he guided me down on my back.

“Are you going to use the belt?” I asked worriedly, unable to stop myself. This didn’t feel like the punishment switching in the woods, but I still felt anxious anyway.

“Hands over your head, little girl,” he coaxed. I couldn’t help but pout a little, eventually doing as he asked without any further protest. I kept my thighs clamped together as he lifted the belt. A sudden jolt of panic raced through me.

Would he use that belt to spank my pussy?

I tried to pull my arms down to cover my vulnerable flesh, but he grabbed my wrists like he had been waiting for them.

I cried out in surprise, but he wound the belt around my wrists, effectively binding me to the headboard with practiced skill.

It was looped tight enough that I couldn’t get out, but it didn’t hurt.

He reached to caress my cheek, tracing his fingers back and forth.

“You were teasing me tonight, weren’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I bit my lip, trying to search his face for answers, for reassurance, for mercy, but found none.

His touch drew downward, curling around my throat and across my collarbone. He took my right breast into his hand, cupping it gently and then pinching my nipple lightly between his fingers. I arched up, pressing toward him with desire.

He released me, dragging his hands down.

I held my breath, hoping against hope that he might make me come right then.

At some point, I’d parted my thighs a little so that his fingers could slip in between.

As tendrils of fiery desire burst outward from my clit, they spread a bit wider, giving him more access with each passing second.

I shuddered hard with anticipation.

“I should punish you for being such a naughty little tease, Naomi,” he stated, taking his time to press the flats of two fingers directly against my clit. Slowly, he circled over it and my inner walls squeezed with excitement.

“Yes… please…” I begged.

He kept his touch light though, never pressing hard enough to push me over the edge. With an increasing sense of worry, I glanced up to see a dangerous gleam in his tumultuous gaze.

“Sir?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he continued taunting me with pressure that wasn’t quite enough. In frustration, I tried to rock my hips and take some control for myself. He was ready for that though, never letting me ride his fingers quite as hard as I wanted.

I squealed with discontent.

Frustrated, I tried to slip my wrists free. The soft leather of his belt held fast, keeping me captive despite everything I did to try to escape. When I looked back at him, I saw that his mouth was curved up in a slightly devious smirk.

He was enjoying this. He was teasing me in retribution for my earlier ineffective efforts.

He touched my pussy a little more firmly.

Was he going to let me come now? Had he taunted me with release long enough yet?

A warm flash of hope hurtled through me. I let a quiet moan slip from my lips as I turned my head, feeling the pleasure spiraling in my core, faster and faster. For a while, I simply enjoyed the gradual climb, flying higher the longer his fingers played between my thighs.