This place is serenely quiet, no women wander around shopping alone, they have stylists from the store or their own with them. There are single dressing rooms the size of studio apartments dotted strategically throughout the floor, there is not just bottled sparkling water on offer there is wine and champagne available. The kind of shopping done here is a leisure activity. I do not make a habit of shopping with women. However if I am going to do it anywhere, I prefer the peace and quiet of this store.

When I stepped into the large dressing room. Alexa jumped up from the tufted chaise lounge she was pouting on. “What are you doing in here? It’s not going to work whatever you’re thinking. I’m not letting you buy me a six-thousand-dollar dress. I know what these designers cost, it’s not happening.”

Seeing her all flushed with anger, her eyes sparkling in her outrage had an immediate effect on my cock. “You will try on the clothes, and what I want you to wear, you will wear.”

“I’m not some hooker who pays for what you give her in blowjobs or some blow-up doll you can dress up and use when you want.”

It annoyed me when she talked like that, I thought yesterday would have settled her concerns about us. “It displeases me to hear you use the word hooker. What I give to you is done freely out of a desire to see you in the best you deserve. The same way you have given yourself to me. Have you forgotten something, Alexa? I own you. You are available to me, anytime, and anyway that I want you. Whether it is dressed in the clothes I want to see your beautiful body in or naked on your knees, my cock in your mouth. You belong to me.” Her eyes dilated, her breathing quickened and fuck the scent of her pussy wet with desire flooded my senses. She wanted to be owned, she wanted to belong to me. The knowledge made my cock thunder to life, demanding to take her. With a tug, the dress she was wearing came apart, her body trembled.

The moment my hand went into her hair, she moaned and swayed toward me. “I own your breasts swelling, with your nipples hard for my mouth. I own your pussy dripping wet for me. I own the sweet, ripe ass that will take my cock soon. I own your pouty wet mouth hot for my cock. How I want, when I want, every part of you is mine.” My hand in her hair forced her down to her knees. She didn’t need any prompting; her hands fumbled with my belt and slacks pulling me out. “Good girl.”