My Mafia Boyfriend

11

It's officially one day before Riley's birthday party and I couldn't be more nervous. Chandler brought me to a private store that he, and others working for him, use to shop for expensive suits / clothes.

Riley said she didn't want the party to be fancy or where people wear super short dresses and shit like that ( which I don't mind at all, I already like her ). She honestly wants it to be just family and some close friends.

Chan, being the amazing brother he is, agreed to her wishes. Even though its her ' coming of age party ' ( which just means at this birthday party she will take the title she's been training for ).

' why are we shopping for expensive clothes when Riley just wants a chill party ' I asked Chandler as he picked up a shirt, almost costing 400 dollars might I add, up to me to see how it would look. The bell on the collar jingles as the hook hits it, blushing as the clerk at the counter looks up at the door to see the new customer walking in only to look at me and realize it was my collar. Blushing a deeper shade I looked away.

Chan saw this and smirked, replying with ' This isn't for Riley's party, its for you kitten '.
There it is, that pet name that makes me involuntarily submit, sometimes without realizing it.

' Chan I don't need a shirt that cost almost 400 dollars, I'm fine with a black shirt from Walmart ' I told him laughing a little bit at the last part.

He handed the shirt to the clerk at the counter and also told him to he wanted one of everything here in my size, after getting my measurements taken all the employees scurried off to grab the merchandise, he slightly grabbed the back of my neck and led me to a different part of the store and into a changing room that had mirrors all around it so you could see yourself at every angle, and a black couch in the back facing the little podium in the center of the room.

The changing room was dim with only a bright light in the center, it kinda reminded me of a ' private room ' if you get my drift, I snapped back into reality once I felt myself being pulled onto a lap.

I turned my head to look back at Chandler and he told me he had some thing's he wanted me to try on for him. Just for him.

That when I noticed the pile of clothing to the right of him, I reached out and picked up one piece of the many articles clothing, and it was......  skirt,.... a white.... skirt.

Chandler then gave me a pink and white striped sweater with a pair of white..... lace... panties.

He grabbed the area right below my jaw and upper neck and turned my head to look at him, ' put them on kitten.... now ' he ordered me.

An idea formed in my head, oh my dirty minded, slutty, horny, mind.
' yes sir daddy,  just for you '.

As I stood up with the outfit and panties still in hand, he smacked my ass as I walked to the podium to change. Under the only ( brightest ) light. In the center of the dark room. In front of the mirrors where he can see everything. And started taking my clothes off slowly in a teasing way while looking into his black eyes.

He rolled a swisher and lit it, French inhaled the smoke like a boss, and he never broke eye contact with me.

I shyly smiled, biting my lip a little bit. Blushing lightly as I pulled the last piece of clothing up, the panties. I had to bend over slightly to pull them up and I knew as I did he was watching my ass in the mirror.

I saw him get a little hard seeing my cheeks slightly spread open. Teasing him by not fully showing him what was there.
He slowly looked my up and down and the bell on my collar jingles as I looked down shyly, somewhat embarrassed because I was wearing a skirt that hide the fact I was turned on by the stare this intimidating dominate was giving me.

I tried to hide the fact that I was rearranging the panties by playing with my fingers. I'm not small down there, I guess you would say it's a little above average so these pant didn't provide the right amount of room as briefs would.

When daddy saw the shy look on my face change to discomfort and uncomfortableness by lack of room and pressure slowly building down there, he motioned me to come over to him by jerking his fingers back towards him.

I walked over to him with my head slightly down, I gulped, knowing he heard it by the smirk that flashed across his face. He turned me sideways and sat me on one of his legs, he pulled out pink thigh highs, the same shade of pink that's on the shirt, and put them on me.

They had little kittens in white around the top of the socks.
He stood me back up and slowly circled me, looking up and down really slow, making me more nervous and shy.

I looked down again and felt a sharp sting on backside of my right upper thigh,
' look at me when I look at you, am I clear ? '
He questioned.

I slightly but quickly nodded and quietly gave a reply.            ' yes daddy ' .

I never imagined that the things he did that day, would make me feel so good nor did I know I could submit anymore than I already have. Chandler surprises me everyday.

Ever since I met him he's been chill, fun and relaxed, of course with his strict moments here and there.

But that day, as I was put stomach first on that couch and felt my skirt being pushed up, I quickly learned that he was large and in charge.
And I had no problem with that whatsoever.

I was a total whore that day. His whore.