“You are way more than that to me, and I see you for who you are, not what you are.”
Brad reaches for her hand to help her stand up. “Here, let’s go out for some ice cream, okay?”
Jane stands up, her skirt grazing the chair, and she follows Brad, first reaching for her purse. In the process, her purse tumbles over and out falls her stockings and panties. Brad looks down and smiles, then reaches to pick them up.
“Well, it looks like we have something special here,” holding the garments between his fingers.
Jane is beyond embarrassed, and can’t believe he’s holding them up in public. He pulls her into a side alley and draws her closer. Sniffing her panties, he can tell she has worn them.
“Mmm… I love that smell,” he says, smiling.
He draws Jane closer to him, and her heart races. Grabbing her ass, he says, “So, does that mean you are not wearing anything underneath?”
She can feel his breath against her. She looks up into his beautiful, blue eyes and says, “Well, not quite. You gave me a little something, remember? Something red.”
Brad immediately gets hard and presses against Jane. Her pussy starts pulsating, and her stomach pulls in. She can’t stop squeezing her vagina, open and closed, the harder Brad gets.
She loves the smell of his cologne. It’s musky, manly, strong and yet not too overpowering. She feels so safe and turned on by him at the same time.
“Well, one thing I’m really fond of with you, Mr. Halliwell, is that you know how to make my pussy purr,” she whispers. “You bring out a wild beast in me I never knew existed,” she says openly. Jane can’t believe she’s telling him all of this, but it’s just pouring out of her mouth.
“Well, I’m glad. That’s exactly what I want to do to you,” he says, grabbing her ass harder and kissing her neck down to her cleavage.
“What I want to do to you, my dear Jane, is nothing short of naughty. I want those precious tits in my mouth so I can suck on them,” he says, lusting over her.
Jane doesn’t know what to do. So much of her wants to lift her skirt up, have him pull her up to his waist, unzip his pants, and put that big, hard cock deep inside her. She wants him to fuck her right there in the alley against the wall while he sucks on her tits.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Jane. Just give me the word,” Brad says, acting like a puppy dog.
Jane has never had someone beg for her, and she’s not very comfortable in knowing what to ask for.
“I want nothing more than for you to reach up under my skirt and pull my thong down,” she instructs.
He rubs her skirt against her thighs and moves the fabric up, scrunching it in his hand. “Like this?” he asks.
“Oh yes, just like that,” she whimpers as he rubs his fingers around her smooth skin.
Without exposing too much of her legs, he feels for the thong around her hips. He gets hornier knowing he’s getting closer to her sweet muff.
She starts moving her hips back and forth with desire for his fingers. He slowly pulls the thong down her thighs, rubs her on the inside, and feels some juices dripping down her legs. He’d love to lick her clean and move his tongue all around inside of her.
He imagines what her nakedness would look like, should the thong drop to her ankles.
He whispers in her ear, “You turn me on like no other woman I’ve ever met.”
He grabs her hand to feel his hard package.
“I can tell,” Jane giggles. “And can’t you tell you make me so wet and horny?” she says.
She now feels nervous because she doesn’t know what comes next, or if she could ever really please him.
“You know I want you, right?” she says, stroking his hair.
Brad nods, ready to give her the time of her fucking life.
“But I’m just nervous and not ready yet. It’s my first time. I want it to be really special,” she says.
“This is special to me, baby,” Brad says back.
“No… really special, you know what I mean?” she says, scared she’s disappointing him.
“Sweetie, I want you to feel totally comfortable with me. I promised you that. Even though I want to eat you all up, I also don’t want you to do anything that you’re not ready for. I just can’t wait for us to be together,” he says.
He holds her while she cries with relief. “Oh Brad, thank you for being so patient with me.”
“You’re worth it, baby. You really are.”
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Brad grabs her hand and they walk down the street together, her skirt swaying in the wind. Brad puts his arm around her waist, squeezing Jane closer to him. She feels safe in his arms, at home and completely at ease.
They walk past a few stores and stop in at one—a Victorian Gift Shop. The place smells of potpourri, and the music is very light with chimes in the background.
“I’ll get you whatever you want in here. Don’t be shy,” Brad whispers in her ear.
“Really?” she says, unsure if she should accept. Her mind returns to their earlier discussion about money and his habit of buying friendship.
She picks up a little sachet with lavender in it for her lingerie drawer.
“This is lovely. I would like you to buy me this,” she says, looking at Brad with tender eyes.
“Well, that would be fine, but I think you deserve more than that. Let’s go over to the clothing section. There must be something there for you,” he says.
Jane walks over and notices some white pieces of lingerie, like the ones from Victorian times where they tie up in the front and push up the boobs.
“They are all handmade from England, my dear,” says the sales clerk, keen on Brad’s visit to the store. “This one is extra-special because the ribbon is made of silk from Japan.”
Jane’s eyes widen at how luxurious these pieces look. She reaches out to touch the pink ribbon and the ribbing on the garment.
“It’s gorgeous,” says Jane, enchanted by the exquisite beauty of it.
“Just like you, my dear,” whispers Brad, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Jane feels tingles throughout her body, and her shoulders raise with excitement. He pulls her hair back and kisses her on the neck, imagining her in the corset.
“You would look so sexy in that,” he says, putting his hand on her ass and stroking it.
Jane feels a bit embarrassed because the clerk is there. She giggles as she pushes his hand away.
“Can I try this on, please?” she asks the sales clerk in a professional tone.
“Yes, of course,” the woman says, fully expecting her to ask.
She goes into the decadent dressing room and starts changing.
“Would you like me to help you do up the back?” asks Brad through the curtain.
Jane doesn't think guys are allowed back there.
“Um… okay, sure, that would be great,” she says a bit nervously.
He walks in and is stunned at how she looks. He sees her smooth and gentle back. He reaches for the corset and ties up each level. He gets to the mid-back and starts kissing her there, going down to the base of the spine to the top of her ass. The top of the red thong is there.
He groans as he grabs it with his teeth.
“You’re such a good girl, Jane. You know exactly what I want,” he says.
Jane looks into the mirror and sees herself with rosy cheeks. Her cleavage spills out of the garment and she can’t believe how much she looks like one of those seductive women from the Victorian age, looking beautiful on the outside and naughty on the inside.
She feels herself getting juicier and juicier with Brad’s touches and kisses. He stands up, grabs her tits from behind, and looks at her in the mirror.
“I can smell you. I know you want me, Jane,” Brad says, his cock getting ever harder as it rubs against her ass. “What I wouldn’t do to have you right here and now.”
Jane, still looking at him in the mirror, looks into his eyes with a haz
e of pleasure. She starts breathing heavier, her chest lifting up higher and higher.
“I want you, too, Brad, I really do,” she says, resisting the temptation to turn around and fuck him right then and there.
“I really want the first time to be more special than this,” she says. “Even though this is the most magical place I’ve ever been in.”
Brad turns her around and kisses her deeply, pushing her up against the mirror. He rubs his hands up and down her chest. He says to her, “I respect you so much, you know that, right?”
She nods.
“I really want you to get this piece for our first night,” he says. “You look so stunning in it.”
He releases her and leaves the change room.
Jane looks at her front and her back, calming herself down from feeling so turned on.
“My God, Jane Bryden, you are a whole new woman,” she says, admiring how she looks.
She comes out of the dressing room with the corset in hand.
Brad passes it over to the sales clerk. “We’ll take two of these, please. One in black, the other in white,” he says.
“Would you like both with the pink ribbon?” she asks.
Brad looks at Jane for her preference.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” she says demurely, still shy that the sales clerk knows she’s buying something so sexy.
“Wonderful choice, my dear,” she says.
“Pink for those gorgeous, rosy cheeks,” Brad says, kissing her lightly.
They leave the store and go back to the hotel. Jane is feeling a bit tired out from the day so far and wants to go to her room for a while.
“I have business plans for dinner,” says Brad. “We will have to see each other tomorrow afternoon. You’ll have a note waiting for you,” he says, kissing her on the lips. “Sweet dreams, darling.”
“Don’t work too hard, my dear,” she says, expressing her tender feelings for the first time.
Brad is touched at the endearment and feels the warmth of Jane’s gentle love in his heart.
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When Jane gets back to her room, she finds a huge bouquet of white roses. She is smitten and feels very special.
She opens the note in the card and it says, ‘Thank you for a beautiful day. I’m so glad you chose the ones with the pink ribbons. Please wear the white one tomorrow with the tutu in the closet. Meet me in the ballroom at two p.m. I won’t be able to see you until then. With love, Brad.’
How did he do that? How did he have that note written and delivered when they’d been together the whole time? He thinks of all the details.
She opens the closet and finds a tutu with multi-colored gemstones all over the chiffon. It is so delicate and funky at the same time. She puts it up to the corset and it makes her look like a wild, rocker ballerina. It’s so much fun.
She goes over to the mirror and brushes her hair, letting it hang loose. She puts on the robe and feels the gentle softness against her skin.
He treats me like such a lady, and I can’t help but feel beautiful around him.
She lies on the bed and falls asleep to the soothing sound of the fan.
When she wakes, she realizes she hasn’t called her mom since she left, and usually they speak on Monday nights.
“Hey, Mom, it’s me,” she says.
“Oh, Jane! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you,” says her mom.
“Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry. I’ve had these rehearsals from hell that have been really taking their toll on me,” Jane lies. She doesn’t usually lie to her mom, so she feels a bit guilty.
“Oh, dear, please don’t ever do that to me again. It’s not like you to not call. I was nearly ready to send the police out to look for you,” her mom said with concern, and Jane knew it was true.
She likes hearing the sound of her mother’s voice, her loving concern coming through. Jane can hear how much her mom has protected her throughout her life, never wanting her to lose her innocence.
“I’m so sorry, Mom, you know I’d never want you to worry. The big city seems to take on a life of its own sometimes,” Jane says.
“Do you need money, Jane? Do you feel safe there? I worry about you every day, especially when I hear these news stories about young girls getting sucked in by gangs and drugs there. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew some horrible man was out to get you,” she said.
This brings up fear in Jane, wondering again if she can trust herself with Brad. She’s heard of drug rings and how older men will lure in younger women, giving them gifts, perfume, and all things lavish, just to drug them up and use them as sex slaves. Maybe this is what Brad is doing to her. Her mom is talking some sense into her, and she knows she has her best interests at heart.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I have a good head on my shoulders. You’ve taught me a lot about how to take care of myself,” Jane reassures.
“What’s that sound in the background, Jane? It sounds like waves,” her mom says.
“Oh, that’s my new relaxation music. It helps me go to sleep,” Jane says.
“Oh yes, I’ve heard about that. Let me know how it works.”
“Okay… Mom, I have to get going. I have to go and practice. I love you,” Jane says, not wanting to have to lie to her mom again.
“Alright, dear. I wish we could chat longer. I love you and miss you.”
“I miss you, too. Say hi to Dad for me,” she says.
“Yes, of course. Goodbye, Jane.”
“Goodbye, Mom,” she says.
Jane hangs up the phone and feels just awful. She never wants her mom to worry, and now she has had to lie to her. Jane has never lied to her mom before, and what if she was right? What if this was some scheme to lure her into a drug or sex ring without her even knowing it?
Now, her mom doesn’t know she is in some foreign country. What should she do? Not to mention that driver she spoke to earlier had warned her about Brad.
Jane is feeling panicked now and is looking at the situation through a different set of eyes. She sees all the gifts and can make a case for how he is grooming her to be his little princess. He could easily have connections to criminals, she’s sure of it. At the moment, she is trapped here and there isn’t a way out. She is nervous and afraid, but what can she do about it now?
Jane decides to go out on the beach to relax and think about these things. She heads down to the lobby and asks the front desk if she can borrow a beach umbrella and get room service delivered there.
Jane orders a piña colada, takes off her clothes revealing the white bikini underneath, and lets the sun comfort her. Thoughts and feelings are swimming in her head, and she has no idea what to do about them.
There is a gentleman on the beach, with dark hair and sculpted abs.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he asks.
For some reason, Jane feels like she’s betraying Brad just by talking to this man.
“I don’t bite,” he says.
Feeling mistrusting and on edge, Jane replies, “Well, I really don’t know that, do I?”
“No, I guess you don’t,” he says. He reaches out his hand and says, “Hi, my name is John. I’m gay.”
Jane smiles, feeling a bit relieved that he’s not interested in her.
“Oh, well, that’s a relief,” she says. “Yes, please have a sit.”
They proceed to get to know each other, laughing, talking, and getting along. He makes everything feel normal. They head back from the beach and go through the hotel lobby.
“Lovely to meet you, John. I hope you have a good time here,” Jane says, the front desk overhearing.
“And you, Jane,” he replies, going in the other direction.
Jane walks back to her room, feeling more at ease that someone else knows her here.
Chapter 36
As Brad leaves Jane behind to head back to his workspace, there is a warm glow over his heart. It is so good to experience these feelings of love again.
He think
s about how enticing she looked in that corset and can only imagine how she will look in the black one. Her pale, soft skin next to the garment will make her look like a vixen.
He can’t wait to kiss those little rosebud tits, sucking, then twirling his tongue around them, pinching them lightly to get her all excited. Brad can feel another hard-on coming, and he can hardly contain himself.
He turns around and goes back to his hotel room. Fumbling with the door, he finally gets inside. Taking his tie off and untucking his shirt, he unfastens his pants and pulls down his white cotton boxers. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the ground.
In his room is a row of mirrors. He goes over to them and studies himself. His biceps are pretty well-developed, and his abs are looking tight. He’s been exercising every day, and he feels like it’s finally paying off.
“Looking pretty good there, Mr. Halliwell,” he says to himself.
He sees his hard cock and imagines that Jane is there, ready to do whatever he tells her, dropping to her knees and wrapping her mouth around his dick. He imagines her sucking and tasting him, getting him harder and harder. Holding her head, he teaches her how he likes it—hard and fast, pushing and pulling back and forth.
He imagines her wearing the corset with nothing on the bottom, and seeing her ass in the mirror. She would have on bright-pink lipstick, marking him with the color. She would suck him so loud and hard, slurping sounds echoing all around them. She’d be getting all horny for him while he watches her and strokes her cleavage.
Brad keeps stroking his cock, the blood rushing from his balls into the shaft, causing it to pulsate more and more until he comes all over the mirror as he lets out a huge groan.
“Suck me fast, you slutty princess!” he shouts out. “Show me the best you’ve got.”
He falls back on the bed, his hand sticky and covered in sperm. The ocean breeze wafts in and he falls slowly asleep.
Luckily, he had set the alarm on his phone to remind him of his business meeting. He gets up, goes to the shower, and gets dressed again.
He can’t believe what Jane brings out in him, this sweet girl from Utah. My God, what is happening to me?
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