Girl On Fire

11

The dress was a velvet material with spaghetti straps, exposing my back with the same straps going across, revealing my back tattoo. It stopped right in the middle of my thighs, a little shorter than fingertip length.

"I hope this is appropriate enough for where we're going." I spoke out loud to myself, staring at myself in the mirror. I walked over to the door and cracked it open, poking my head through to see if I could find one of the boys could help me.

"Psst." I said out loud, Josh's head poked around the corner from the kitchen with his brows furrowed, confused on who made the noise. Once he spotted me, his face relaxed.

"Yeah?" He asked with a mouth full of food, holding half of a sandwich. I noticed his outfit changed when he stood more in view, wearing slacks, a black and white button down with barely any buttons, buttoned, leaving his toned chest extremely exposed to show off his many necklaces. I had to collect myself before responding to him.

"Come." I demanded. I entered back into my room, waiting for his arrival on the bed. Once he entered, he shut the door behind him. I stood up in front of him with my arms out, showing the dress.

"Is this too much?" I asked him, a worried look across my face. I really didn't want to over dress for this event. He stood quietly for a second, making me nervous.

"Hold on." He told me, spinning around and running out of the room, leave me to stand awkwardly alone. He came running back in with a black coat, wrapping it around my shoulders and removing one of his necklaces to place around my neck. He turned me towards the mirror.

It looked good. He stood behind me, placing his hands on my hips as he stared at my outfit in the reflection, making sure it matches.

"Maybe I could get you one of Jake's hats." He mumbled as he stared at me. He ran out of the room to his brothers to grab the black hat you've seen Jake wear in photos, placing it gently on my head.

"What kind of make up are you going to do? I feel like a black smokey look would suit this very well." He spoke like a professional, completely focused on dressing me up. I felt like his doll. I wasn't sure what to say, however, I was very entertained by how he was dressing me up rather than sitting here drooling over me.

"Let me grab the makeup." I told him, stepping away from the mirror and taking out the bag from the suit case. He quickly took it from my hand and searched through. I watched with curiosity, wondering if he was going to do my makeup for me.

"Come, sit on the toilet." He ordered as he walked into the bathroom. I followed the man, my heels clacking loudly on the tile floor. Once I sat down, he grabbed my face with one hand and kissed me, going straight back to the makeup laid across the counter. I smiled, loving it when he would kiss me out of the blue. He made me feel special.

Eventually, an hour later of doing my hair and make up, we finished, staring at the finished product in the mirror.

"Well damn." I said, reacting to my outfit. I looked really good. Josh smiled as he stared at me in the reflection, proud and a hint of lust in his eyes. He stood behind me to adjust the coat.

"Tonight," he started, staring at me in the bathroom mirror we were in front of. "You, are mine." He said, his voice going deep as he slid his hand down from my shoulders to my hip. I felt a shiver go down my spine as his warm breath gently touched my neck. The lust rolling through my body at that very second.

The way he stared at me was a very hungry, needy look in his eyes, like he was ready to rip everything off and go wild. It felt so out of character for him but some people are different in bed. I haven't been intimate with anyone in years, though. It made me nervous for my lack of skill, so if he wanted this, he'd have to make the first move, because sure as hell it wasn't going to be me.