“Yeah, more like I’m gonna get paid for this. For you. Now get fucking dressed, I’ll be waiting out in the car.”
Tears ran down my cheeks as anger flooded through me. I grabbed the first sundress I found, a bright red one that flared slightly right above my knees. A pair of beige sandals, and a neutral sun hat with big sunglasses finished off the look. I may be a widow, and I may be getting married to an old snot of man, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t look good doing it. Taking one last look in the mirror, I made my way downstairs and hopped into the car.
I felt my father’s eyes on me and he harrumphed. “You could dress more appropriately. All you ever care about is shaming this family.”
“What family?” I glared at him beneath my sunglasses and I could see that muscle twitch along his jawline. He’d kill me if he wasn’t him under so much scrutiny. In the meantime, I’d defy him as much as I could.
I hissed as one of the needles went through the material and pricked my waistline. “If you would please stand still.”
“Are we almost done?”
I looked out the window searching for my father. He’d left nearly an hour ago and I wanted to disappear before he showed back up.
“Two minutes.”
“You said that half an hour ago.” I lifted the long tresses of the dress and stepped off the platform. The soft champagne color was lovely against my skin, but I felt suffocated by it.
I quickly let the material drop to the floor and the young seamstress followed me, lifting off the floor with an audible gasp of exasperation. I ran into the dressing room, changed, and told her I’d be back for the dress in two days. Rushing out, I placed my sunglasses on and made my way to Landon’s. He was just pulling up on his bike as I arrived.
“Oh!” I ran over to him.
“Hey recluse! Escaping daddy again?”
“Take me to him,” I pleaded. I needed to go see Micah again.
He pulled his mask off and smirked. “Now?”
I looked to my left and spotted my father going back into the store. “Now, Landon. Hurry before my father sees us.”
He looked back to where my father was now exiting the bridal shop. “Fuck my life! Get on!”
He handed me the helmet and within seconds we had taken off on the old dirt road that lead up to Edge. It looked different in the day, the mountains loomed all around us, a guaranteed seclusion from the outside world. As Landon pulled his bike up to the large building in the empty field, I spotted Micah coming out of the shed to the right. My body responded to his instinctively, and I ran to him, loving how he lifted me in his arms.
“Why, hello Angel.”
I looked back at Landon who was shaking his head. “Take her home when you’re done with her. She’s being rebellious and she’s going to get all of us into trouble.”
“What does he mean by that?” Micah got my full attention as he pulled my hat off.
“He’s talking nonsense,” I brushed him away, the roar of Landon’s bike getting lost in the wind.
“Couldn’t get enough of me?”
I smiled shyly. “Never.”
“Good. Come.” He tugged me into the shed and sat me down on a bench. “I need to test this out and you seem to be the ideal guinea pig.”
“Wh-what?” He brought me over to a bench and made me straddle it, the soft leather pressing against my pussy. I stared up at him and he gave me a devilish grin.”
“I didn’t come for this,” I breathed, as he lifted me and placed me in a kneeling position alongside what I thought was the seat. He placed my legs on the leather cushions, so I was in a kneeling position, my legs spread open.
“Oh, you didn’t? And you also didn’t wear that red little number to entice me?” I looked back at him just as he placed a leather cuff around one ankle and then did the same to the other.
“Comfortable,” he nuzzled my neck and I whimpered as I knelt there for him.
He stepped back, and I swear my panties flooded instantly. He was gorgeous in his worn-out jeans, black boots, and cowboy hat. The man wore no shirt, only working gloves, he was sweaty, and grease stained. He was like a wild stallion and just to entice him I smiled and spread my legs wider for him, leaning forward slightly so that my skirt rose up my thighs.
“Oh, you wicked little girl. Looks like she’s got a few demons who want to come out to play.”
“Maybe.”
“You will regret that.” He pointed down at me as he moved back. “Stay.” He ordered, as he swept past me towards the back. I wasn’t sure what I was tied up to, a torture device, a type of punishment bench from all Victorian ages where prisoners were flogged.
“I’m getting stage scenes ready, and you’re going to try out my latest structure.”
“Is that what you call this thing?” I looked down at all the leather and wood. It was an intricately designed piece of furniture, and I slid my hands along the red leathered cushion.
He chuckled as he came back into view. His hat off and his blonde hair glistening beneath the slight rays of sunshine that filtered into the shed.
“You look dangerous,” I whispered, my nipples hardening.
He came up to me, his crotch in my face. He tugged my hair and my neck flew back willingly. “I am dangerous, Angel. Now, lean forward.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Have you ever been in a dungeon, Miss Rothshire?”
“Of course not,” I laughed nervously.
“Let’s just say, you’re in my dungeon now, and your cell master wants to play with that cunny of yours.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed as he pushed me forward on the bench.
“Place your head here, and your wrists here.” I hesitated, looking at the indents on the wood. I looked up at him and he only smiled at me. “Don’t you want to play?”
“Ummm…”
He gripped my chin and his eyes met mine. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.” I replied with certainty.
“Then lay your head down and let me teach you how to behave, Angel.”
I did just as he asked, and I trembled as he placed the top half of the wood over my neck, securing me to the bench. My wrists locked, my neck locked, the bottom half of my body spread and exposed. He groaned as his hand swept my skirt up, revealing my thong.
“Fuck!” His hand came down on my flesh and I cried out, my hands fisting within their confines.
“Relax, sweet girl. I’m not going to hurt you.” He placed a leather paddle in my sights and my nervousness spiked. He rattled the chains that hung from the ceiling, the sound provoking a sense of unease, and I whimpered in half fear, half excitement. He definitely knew what it meant to set up a dungeon scene.
“I recently learned of some dirty confessions coming from the lips of this town’s whore. Looks like this juicy pussy needs attention.”
“Oh,” the pussy in question was pulsing in excitement. I lay there quietly, not even knowing how to respond.
His hand came down unexpectedly on my flesh and I yelped as the sting brought heat with it, making my pussy gush. “I hear you like to get your pussy spanked,” he whispered in my ear and I bit my lip.