At first I fidgeted under his gaze, hating how exposed I felt in the ridiculous thing he'd forced on me. The long wig now felt like it was pulling at my scalp.
But then I got a strong sense of Deja vu.
Aren't I in my element here?
"Isn't this a little weird?" The words came out weaker than I wanted. Lucas just sat there shirtless on the bed, eyes raking over the long wig, panties, and pantyhose like I was some prized pony.
"Is it? I like what I see." His satisfaction made my stomach clench. I didn't want this. I'd only promised to do whatever he said in bed because he cornered me.
"Where the hell did you even get panties and stockings?" I mumbled, shifting my legs and cringing at the strange slide of the fabric.
"I bought them myself. Your legs were looking so bare earlier. Don't they feel nice?" He stood, moving closer, and I fought the urge to step back.
"Not really." I said.
