Chapter 94

“I’m doing fine!” I call out to Donna, who I can hear shifting through clothes on the other side of the curtain.

Neil has slipped his hand under the back of my panties and is grabbing at the meat of my ass hard enough to bruise. The pleasure-pain shoots through me and I tremble.

Is this what it would be liked to be spanked? Maybe Neil will spank me.

I don’t know. I just know I have to get Donna out of the changing area.

“I really don’t need anything right now!” I call, and I’m proud of how clear my voice sounds, since inside, I’m vibrating out of my skin with desire.

Neil lowers his mouth onto the side of my neck. He’s sucking in a mark.

“Really!” I add for emphasis.

“Okay!” Donna calls back. “I will be just outside the door. Please call if you need anything.”

“I will!” Please leave. Please leave. Please leave.

Donna finally leaves and the door closes behind her.

I turn into Neil’s mouth. “Neil, please –”

His lips claim mine, swallowing whatever I had hoped to say. In an instant, he has me pressed up against the wall. With his hips slanted between my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist. His dick is slotted right against my clit. He grinds up and I break the kiss to moan.

“I was good,” I whisper, my mind pushed to the brink with lust. “I was your good girl.”

“Is that what you think?” Neil rubs at the swell of my ass. Then, without warning, he draws his hand back and slaps me hard on my butt.

I gasp. It hurts! But… oddly, there’s a zip of pleasure there too, especially as he rubs me after. My skin is so warm. His hand is so big and strong.

I want him to do it again.

“Neil –” He swallows my plea with his mouth. His kiss is fierce, possessive and demanding. When he pulls back he bites at my bottom lip.

“You think that boy of yours could give it to you like I can?” Neil snaps. Gods, he sounds so wrecked.

I arch my back, pressing my breasts forward against his chest. He’s fully clothed while I’m only wearing panties. It’s so fucking hot.

He’s in control. My pleasure. My pain. It all belongs to him.

“I’d make him watch while I drove you wild. Let him see. Let them all see. I’m the one who can fuck you best. I can give you what you need.” He draws his hips up with each few words. It feels so good. I want more. I want everything he’ll give me.

“He can want you, but he can’t have you.” Neil drops his head to my shoulder where he bites.

“Ah!”

My wet panties are likely ruining his pants. Good. I want to leave my mark on him like he’s doing on me.

“You. Fucking. Belong. To. Me.” Each word is punctuated with a hard thrust.

I’ve never seen him this wild. Even before, he maintained some measure of control. Now he is a jealous, lust-crazed demon, pumping against me like he means to fuck me straight through his clothes.

But then, suddenly, like a light switched, he entirely freezes. His eyes are still dark with desire. His dick is still rock hard.

His control has slid back into place so firmly. Gods, he is so fucking hot.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum,” he says, and I can’t help the whine from escaping my throat.

He lowers me back down to my feet. My knees are weak, so I keep sliding down to the floor. He lets me.

Towering down at me, his disapproval is clear. “I will buy you lingerie. But you damn well better only wear it for me. Do you understand?”

“Good.”

Neil glowers at me. “You should feel lucky to have my attention. Do not squander it.”

With that, he turns and leaves. It takes me a good five minutes before I can think to move again.

After I somehow manage to try on the rest of the clothes, and make my final decisions, I wait with Neil at the counter, while Donna determines the final total.

Neil is standing ramrod straight. He hasn’t looked at me once since I emerged from the changing rooms.

“Your total is…” Donna pushes a piece of paper across the counter. I see the thirty first. Then I see three more numbers after it.

My eyes nearly bug out of my head. I’m lightheaded. I need to sit down. I’m hallucinating, clearly. No one would pay that much for clothes?!

Neil writes a check like he doesn’t even have to think about it. As he passes it to her, he says, “Have them delivered to the Pyramid. I trust you know where that is?”

“I do.” Donna smiles at the check in her hand. I wonder how much of that she gets to keep herself. “Thank you for your patronage, Mr. Hayes. Chloe. I hope to see you both again.”

“I’m sure you do,” I say, because I just can’t help myself.

Neil ushers me outside. With the bright lights of the store behind me, I’m starting to feel like the biggest jerk in the universe. 30 grand could have saved Tides’s bacon ten times over, at least. Instead, he’s in the hospital and I get ridiculously priced new clothes.

The car is parked on the street nearby. We’re almost there, walking on the sidewalk. I immediately stop.

Neil glances at me, brow lifted. “What is it?”

“I want to adjust the schedule. I have to go somewhere.”

“And we need to talk about this now?”

“I’ve already forgotten once before. I can’t be distracted again.”

He turns toward me. “What is it then? What do you need the time for?”

“Tide’s in the hospital. I want to go see him.”

Suddenly, whatever spark of friendliness that has been starting to blossom in Neil’s gaze dies entirely. The fire is back, and I’m surely about to burst into flames.

“No,” he says flat, no room for discussion.

I have to try anyway. “But –”

“No,” he says, more forcefully. “Is that the boy? The one you want to fuck.”

“He’s in the hospital –”

“Is it?” Neil’s jealous beyond reason again.

But I don’t have the energy to keep playing this game. He wants me, he doesn’t want me, he doesn’t want anyone else to have me. I’m getting whiplash from the back and forth.

“I don’t want Tide,” I say, because I’m so damn tired. “But I do want to see him.”

Some of the fire dims in Neil. Though he still watches me carefully, it’s not quite so much like he’s going to throw me over his shoulder and lock me in a dungeon somewhere.

“That’s the boy that wanted your money.”

“He didn’t get it, remember? And now he’s in the hospital.” I push a hand through my hair. “He’s hurt and it’s all my fault.”

“Your fault?”

“I don’t want to talk about this here.” We were alone on the sidewalk. It was the middle of the day and the street was quiet. Normal people couldn’t afford to shop at these stores.

But Neil’s not done talking, I guess, and he’s in one of his controlling moods. So while I want to go back to the car, he steps into my path, comes entirely too close to me, and demands, “How is it your fault?”