Page 57 of Haden

“They’re called jeggings.”

“I don’t care what they’re called. Take them off. Your panties, too. After I blister your bottom, I’ll dress you myself.” It’s about time I do some shopping and order her new clothes. Modest clothes. I bet they sell more appropriate shirts and pants and dresses for overbearing neanderthals like me somewhere. Maybe at a religious store.

Emilia makes a production of shimmying out of the jean legging things she calls jeggings and drops them onto the floor. On purpose because she’s messy, and she likes to get a rise out of me for being slobby, too.

“So sassy,” I tsk. “Take everything off, you naughty girl.”

She stares at me while she slowly lifts the tank top over her head and swings it around like she’s a stripper before letting it sail across the room.

This is no hardship for me. She’s so fucking sexy right now, I nearly want to break my abstinence rule. The matching bra-and-panty set is black, lace, and barely existent. My mouth is watering.

After strutting around me like a tigress, she sashays over to the bed, keeping her back to me as she makes a show of reaching back to pop the hook on her bra. She holds it out, drops it on the floor, and then swings her hips back and forth while lowering her panties.

Finally, she plants her hands on the mattress, keeping her arms stretched out, lowers her head between her elbows, so her hair falls toward the floor, and wiggles her bottom enticingly.

Emilia barely resembles the woman who rushed out to greet me at my truck a week ago. This sassy vixen is bold and confident. When we were in the shower earlier, she told me this was probably the last day of her period, so she’s still wearing a tampon. It’s oddly fucking sexy that the string is visibly hanging between her obscenely parted legs.

I adjust my cock and approach her. The first thing I do is reach between her parted thighs and drag my fingers through her folds. I love how her greedy pussy is always waiting for me. And the sounds she makes…

I don’t know how I’m going to survive another week without being inside her. That’s how much time I’m going to give her. Seven days. By this time next week, she will be at the altar in a gorgeous white dress, staring at me with all the love I always see in her eyes as she gives herself to me forever.

My cock is hard. Instead of spanking her first like I normally do, I circle her clit until she’s panting and her legs are wobbly. Suddenly, I give her bud a little swat.

Emilia jumps a few inches off the floor before jerking her head around to look at me. I’m not sure if she’s going to be mad or pleased, but she’s grinning. “Oh. My. God. Did you just slap my clit?”

I chuckle.

“Do it again.”

Yeah, she’s my girl.

I got you something, I say when we get back to her room after work.

She giggles. “What is it?”

I reach under the bed and pull out the box I stashed under there yesterday.

She claps her hands together, far more excited than I would expect. If this is how she’s going to react to small gifts, I’ll buy her something every fucking day of the week. I like it when she’s happy. I love it when she’s tickled with excitement.

Still giddy, she opens the box and gasps when she lifts out the dress.

I hold my breath. After I bought her ring yesterday, I spent a good amount of time in a boutique picking this out. It’s nothing special, but I know she likes to wear dresses, and I don’t want her to think that she’s only permitted to look like a nun from now on. She can wear pretty things that are a bit risqué when strangers aren’t going to see her.

Emilia holds it up and spins around. “I can’t believe you bought me clothes.” She drops it on the bed and wraps her arms around my neck. “I love it.”

I kiss her and thread my fingers in her hair. “If it’s not your style, we can exchange it. I just wanted to buy you something pretty. There’s a bra and panties to go with it in the box, too.”

She glances that way, still smiling. “It’s perfect, and I love it,” she repeats. “Can I wear it to dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Can I wear it to work?” she teases.

“Never.” I bend down a few more inches to grip her bottom and give her cheeks a squeeze.

Emilia squeals. Her ass should still be sore from me spanking it this morning. After swatting her clit until she came, I switched to her bottom and gave her exactly what she needed.

Finally, I release her and give her butt another quick pop. “Shower and get dressed for dinner,” I command.