He smiled at me again and then turned and walked away to finish getting ready.
The words he spoke earlier instantly came back to me, “You have to be willing to bend to my will.”
I knew that the next time he saw me I was either going to have that dress on or there would be another round of me going over his knee. I very quickly chose the dress.
I hung the dress back up and walked into the bathroom. I blow dried my hair and began styling it. I put my long blonde locks up in a very elegant style remembering how much he loved it last month at the ‘Paris’.
After I was done with my hair, I began to apply my makeup. I was meticulously checking my look in the mirror over and over until I knew it was perfect, and I realized that any further delay was just a stalling tactic.
I let out a deep sigh and walked back into the closet and pulled “his favorite” dress off the rack and looked it over. It was a black satin, corset dress that was low cut, but thankfully covered most of my breasts. The back of the dress had laces from top to bottom like a corset, hence the name. I squeezed into it and was able to reach around to the back and loosely tie the laces. As I looked in the mirror, I tried to remain calm gently pulling the hem of the satin material lower as if trying to make more of it appear somehow. Oh my God, it’s so short, maybe a couple of inches below my ass cheeks. This is something you wear in the bedroom I thought, not for an evening out.
I picked out a pair of black pumps that he had bought for me last month and put them on, completing this, do I call it ‘a look’? I wasn’t wearing a thong and the dress wasn’t made to be worn with a bra which made me feel even more naked. I looked at the mirror in the closet one more time. I shook my head in disbelief and I felt like I would cry at any moment. I looked like I should be picked up by my pimp and delivered to the street corner. I had seen other girls in the clubs wear clothes like this, but I had never been brave enough to until tonight I thought. But my motivation for wearing this dress wasn’t exactly bravery.
Very hesitantly, I walked out of the closet and into the great room of the suite. James was sitting on the couch and instantly looked up at me, drinking me in. He gave me a huge smile.
“Melanie, you look beautiful,” he said, gushing.
I tried to force a smile. It made me feel a bit better because I could tell he was happy and he approved of the way I looked.
He spoke slowly, as he studied the dress.
“Something not quite right, though. Come here and turn around.”
I walked over to him, my heels clicking on the marble floor. Once I was in front of him I turned around and felt him untie the black strings on the back of the dress and then pull on them hard, cinching the entire dress up tight. I instantly felt the satin material hug my body, pushing my breasts out and pulling my stomach and sides in, giving me an hourglass look.
I saw my reflection in the window and my jaw dropped open as I let out a gasp.
“That is perfect, you look stunning Melanie,” he said, as he examined me from head to toe all over again.
Again, I tried to force a smile, “Now that I have my corset on, I just need to go find a dress to put on over it,” I said sheepishly.
He laughed at my little joke, “Nonsense, it looks perfect, now let’s go.”
I wanted a couple of shots of James’ whiskey before we left to settle my nerves, but decided against it. I just quickly put the dress out of my mind and tried to act confident even though I clearly didn’t feel it. I tried to get my mind off the little dress by concentrating on what James was wearing.
He was in a black pair of slacks with a pressed white shirt. He also wore a black sports coat without a tie which gave him a casual, yet formal appearance. I could tell that he had his clothes tailor-made and he looked impeccable. His salt and pepper hair was combed back and I could smell just a hint of light cologne. He always looked so handsome and seeing him all cleaned up and ready for an evening on the town made me want him all over again.
I tried to forget about my nervousness and trepidation as we walked through the casino. James had his arm around me pulling me tight against him and aside from the dress, my world felt perfect. The more time I spent with him the more I realized how much I had missed him during the month that we were apart. I had tried so hard to forget about him and concentrate on my school work and my burgeoning relationship with Gianna, but once we were back together, those romantic feelings that I had tried so hard to suppress were coming back with a vengeance.
It also felt like something had changed after he had spanked me and I tried so hard to identify that feeling. It was as if there was a connection that had been created that wasn’t there before. It was similar to what I felt in my childhood with my father, except, there was an obvious sexual component now. Maybe my friend Samantha was right, and I was trying to work out my daddy issues with James.
We reached the valet stand and James approached the window so the attendant could retrieve his vehicle. As he walked back up to me I smiled brightly at him. His short salt and pepper hair was blowing a bit in the gentle breeze. He looked so handsome and I was so happy to be at his side.
“Are you having them bring around your shiny convertible sports car,” I said, gently teasing him.
He chuckled.
“Actually, I took a page out of your playbook and rented an SUV for this trip, but we aren’t taking that tonight.”
I gave him a puzzled look.
“I have arranged alternate transportation for this evening,” he said, smiling.
Just then a large black limousine pulled up in front of us. My jaw dropped in shock as James smiled at me, I could see that he was feeling impressed with himself.
A large African American man stepped out of the limo and walked around to the back and opened the door for us. He was very tall, well-muscled and dressed immaculately in a black suit and tie and he looked more like a bodyguard than a driver.
“Good evening Mr. Moretti,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice.
“Good evening,” James replied to the driver.
I smiled at James as he extended his arm, motioning for me to enter the limo first.
I slid into the back of the limo and sank down into the luxurious leather seats. I felt James slide in next to me and I adjusted my dress by pulling it down the best I could to cover a small portion of my tanned thighs. This dress was so short I thought, I was used to wearing revealing club clothing, but this dress rivaled most of my club wear in the skin that it exposed. I felt comfortable when I was standing up or walking, but when I sat down, it rode high up my thighs and it made me feel very self-conscious, especially since I wasn’t wearing a thong.
I felt the limo lean slightly to the left as our driver got into his seat. He then turned and looked over his shoulder at James.
“We’ll arrive at our destination in about twenty minutes Mr. Moretti.”
“Thank you,” James said.
I watched as the driver raised the glass partition that separated the front seat from the back, giving us privacy. I surveyed the inside of the limo. It had black leather seats and deep cut pile carpeting on the floorboards. The black interior was broken up by a mahogany wood finish and there was even a fully stocked bar in front of me and to the left of where I was sitting.
The only other time I had been in a limo was my senior year in high school when my boyfriend’s parents had rented one to drive us around the evening of our senior prom. As I felt James close beside me, I thought this limo had to be twice as luxurious as that one.
I felt the car pull forward and in just a couple of minutes, we were driving north down the Las Vegas strip.
I felt James’ hand rest on my thigh. I smiled at him and then looked out the window at the hordes of people walking on the sidewalks from casino to casino. It always amazed me how the bright flashing lights turned the night into day, as I saw the seemingly endless flashing casino billboards advertising everything from the various gaming that was offered, to the headlining acts that were performing inside.
After a short drive, we were in the historic downtown district and we pulled up in front of the ‘Carson Kitchen’. I remembered reading about it in the latest issue of one of the local food magazines. It said it was supposed to be the hottest new Gastropub in town.
I felt the limo come to a stop and the driver walked around and opened the door for us. James and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I looked off into the distance and noticed my large apartment building a few blocks away and I thought of Gianna who was probably inside my apartment. I smiled to myself as I thought of her.
James put his arm around me and pulled me against him, which instantly brought me back to reality. I noticed that there was a fairly large line of people on the sidewalk near the entrance of the restaurant, apparently waiting their turn to get a table.
James saw the look of disappointment in my eyes as I surveyed the long line, thinking that we were in for at least an hour’s wait. Just then a man in a very dapper pin-striped suit appeared from inside the restaurant and walked towards James with a huge grin on his face. They shook hands as they happily greeted one another.
“James, how have you been?” he asked warmly.
“I’m doing fine Mike. I’d ask how you are, but I can see from the long line that things must be going very well for you,” James said smiling.
“We got a couple very favorable reviews from some local magazines since our grand opening and the place has been packed ever since, I feel very fortunate.”
“Congratulations, I knew this place was going to be a success, but I obviously underestimated the degree,” James said jokingly.
Just then Mike turned to look at me which changed the course of their conversation.
“And just who is this lovely young woman,” Mike said, smiling at me.
“Mike, this is Melanie,” James said, introducing us.
We both simultaneously extended our hands and I felt Mike shake mine warmly.
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