Lace and Secrets 6 Commanded to Display Herself for her Customer's Pleasure (Lace and Secrets - Fun in the Lingerie Store, #6) (eBook, ePUB)
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"I don't usually model for customers," she said, her voice steady even as she lied.Yasmine's regal stare pierced through her defenses, stirring a strange, unfamiliar thrill deep within her chest. Those dark brown eyes, sharp and unyielding, held her captive, a silent authority of knowing that made her pulse quicken despite herself. Yasmine had a... a presence that was very different even compared to Emily's previous other demanding customers."You do today," Yasmine replied, her words a quiet decree, delivered with the calm certainty of a queen issuing an edict. Her voice, smooth and resonant, ...
"I don't usually model for customers," she said, her voice steady even as she lied.
Yasmine's regal stare pierced through her defenses, stirring a strange, unfamiliar thrill deep within her chest. Those dark brown eyes, sharp and unyielding, held her captive, a silent authority of knowing that made her pulse quicken despite herself. Yasmine had a... a presence that was very different even compared to Emily's previous other demanding customers.
"You do today," Yasmine replied, her words a quiet decree, delivered with the calm certainty of a queen issuing an edict. Her voice, smooth and resonant, carried a weight that seemed to settle into the very air of the boutique, commanding obedience without effort. She stepped back with a deliberate grace, her tailored dress swaying as she folded her arms across her chest, her posture expectant, her dark skin catching the light with a subtle sheen.
The gesture was a demand, and a challenge, her folded arms framing her elegant frame as if she were a monarch awaiting a performance, her presence filling the room without a single touch. Emily swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as she met Yasmine's gaze for a fleeting moment, then turned, retreating behind the heavy velvet curtain, her heart thudding against her ribs as she clutched the corset tighter, its boning stiff in her grasp.
In the changing area, Emily shed her blouse with a rustle of fabric, the cool air kissing her skin as she unbuttoned her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. She stood bare for a moment, her full breasts free, her breath shallow as she ran her fingers over the corset's satin surface, its texture sleek and luxurious, a promise of constraint and allure.
She wrapped it around her torso, threading the laces through the eyelets with practiced care, each tug cinching her waist tighter, the boning pressing into her flesh as it molded her curves into a sculpted hourglass. The satin hugged her snugly, its rich red sheen accentuating the pale sweep of her skin, lifting her breasts into a provocative swell that spilled slightly over the lace-trimmed top, her nipples brushing faintly against the inner lining. She adjusted the fit, her hands smoothing over the fabric.
She should be used to this by now, yet as ever a shiver raced down her spine as the corset's embrace awakened a quiet heat within her, a sensation she tried to suppress but failing each time.
Stepping out from behind the curtain, Emily felt the air shift as she stood before Yasmine. Her cheeks flushed. Her arms hung at her sides, fingers twitching as if unsure where to settle, her bare legs exposed beneath the corset's hem, the contrast of satin and skin stark under the golden glow.
"Is... is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice soft, tinged with a hesitant curiosity as she lifted her eyes to meet Yasmine's, searching for approval or rebuke in that unreadable gaze. The words felt inadequate, a fragile bridge between her reluctance and the strange pull Yasmine exerted, her confidence shaky as she displayed herself for her customer's inspection, vulnerable, yet poised.
Yasmine's gaze swept over her, slow and deliberate, a meticulous appraisal that seemed to peel back every layer Emily tried to hold in place. Her expression remained unreadable, a mask of calm, yet the intensity in her eyes was commanding, a silent force that pinned Emily where she stood.
"Turn," she ordered, her voice a velvet lash.
Yasmine's regal stare pierced through her defenses, stirring a strange, unfamiliar thrill deep within her chest. Those dark brown eyes, sharp and unyielding, held her captive, a silent authority of knowing that made her pulse quicken despite herself. Yasmine had a... a presence that was very different even compared to Emily's previous other demanding customers.
"You do today," Yasmine replied, her words a quiet decree, delivered with the calm certainty of a queen issuing an edict. Her voice, smooth and resonant, carried a weight that seemed to settle into the very air of the boutique, commanding obedience without effort. She stepped back with a deliberate grace, her tailored dress swaying as she folded her arms across her chest, her posture expectant, her dark skin catching the light with a subtle sheen.
The gesture was a demand, and a challenge, her folded arms framing her elegant frame as if she were a monarch awaiting a performance, her presence filling the room without a single touch. Emily swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as she met Yasmine's gaze for a fleeting moment, then turned, retreating behind the heavy velvet curtain, her heart thudding against her ribs as she clutched the corset tighter, its boning stiff in her grasp.
In the changing area, Emily shed her blouse with a rustle of fabric, the cool air kissing her skin as she unbuttoned her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. She stood bare for a moment, her full breasts free, her breath shallow as she ran her fingers over the corset's satin surface, its texture sleek and luxurious, a promise of constraint and allure.
She wrapped it around her torso, threading the laces through the eyelets with practiced care, each tug cinching her waist tighter, the boning pressing into her flesh as it molded her curves into a sculpted hourglass. The satin hugged her snugly, its rich red sheen accentuating the pale sweep of her skin, lifting her breasts into a provocative swell that spilled slightly over the lace-trimmed top, her nipples brushing faintly against the inner lining. She adjusted the fit, her hands smoothing over the fabric.
She should be used to this by now, yet as ever a shiver raced down her spine as the corset's embrace awakened a quiet heat within her, a sensation she tried to suppress but failing each time.
Stepping out from behind the curtain, Emily felt the air shift as she stood before Yasmine. Her cheeks flushed. Her arms hung at her sides, fingers twitching as if unsure where to settle, her bare legs exposed beneath the corset's hem, the contrast of satin and skin stark under the golden glow.
"Is... is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice soft, tinged with a hesitant curiosity as she lifted her eyes to meet Yasmine's, searching for approval or rebuke in that unreadable gaze. The words felt inadequate, a fragile bridge between her reluctance and the strange pull Yasmine exerted, her confidence shaky as she displayed herself for her customer's inspection, vulnerable, yet poised.
Yasmine's gaze swept over her, slow and deliberate, a meticulous appraisal that seemed to peel back every layer Emily tried to hold in place. Her expression remained unreadable, a mask of calm, yet the intensity in her eyes was commanding, a silent force that pinned Emily where she stood.
"Turn," she ordered, her voice a velvet lash.
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