The Arrangement

Chapter Fourteen

Sitting back in the chair I watch on as Blair stands front and centre on a raised platform, a wall of mirrors behind her, her hands clutched in front of her as the assistants bring in and place all the clothes onto the rails that I've picked out.

It was impossible not to notice the light way her skin flushed or the slight anxious shift from foot to foot when I was picking everything out.

The majority of it is perfectly acceptable to wear in public, dresses for functions we'll be going to and everyday clothes. It's the rack on the left side of the dressing room I'm most intrigued to watch her try on.

"Are you going to watch me change?" She asks shifting slightly.

"That's why I'm sitting here," I reply gesturing down to the chair I'm sitting in. "Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"

"Erm I don't know" she admits and then bites down on her lip. "You watching me like this..." she starts but then pauses taking a steadying breath. "It feels really intense"

"That's the point Blair," I say, "things are going to get intense with us and very quickly," I then point out.

She nods her understanding then I watch as she sucks in a long breath, preparing herself. Seeming to push down her anxiety she then and proceeds to start stripping down out of her clothes until all that's left is her matching pink panties and bra.

As I expect, she moves to the safe rack first. All of which I watch as she tries on giving a simple nod or shake of the head. No actual words exchanged, knowing full well that it's building up a palpable tension in the room.

At first she's obviously anxious but the moment she's starts looking for my approval, waiting on me to make my decision with the tension leaving her body a little bit more after each outfit. Replaced by confidence. That's when I know it's time to kick things up a notch.

Glancing over to the remaining rack I let a smirk tug at my lips as I point towards it.

Surprisingly she tilts her chin up and holds my gaze as she reaches behind and unclips her bra. As she pulls the straps drown freeing her breasts, blood rushes straight to my cock. She then hooks her fingers into her panties and bends as she slowly slides them down her legs, giving me the perfect view of her ass in the reflection of the mirror.

First up is the latex cup-less cami, with suspenders and just watching her saunter over to pick it up has my throat going dry. But it's when she slips into it and turns to face the mirror and looks over her shoulder at me that I really struggle to maintain my composure.

The leather of the chair groans beneath my hands as I clench the arms.

"Can you zip me up?" She asks and I could swear there's a tease to her tone.

One that I can't help but let draw me in. Rising from my chair I slowly make my way over to her. Watching her watch my every move in the mirror.

Coming up behind her I take hold of the zipper, my eyes roaming down her back briefly before meeting hers in the mirror. As I glide the zip down, my knuckles brush against her skin and she sucks in a sharp breath.

There's a palpable tension in the room between us as her eyes continue to hold mine in the mirror.

The fact she's bare, no panties beneath the cami, is way too much of a fucking temptation to just dip my hand down and feel how wet she undoubtedly is.

Finally tearing her gaze away from mine she turns her head. "Thank you" she breathes but I don't move away.

Instead I step closer, my body pressing flush up against hers. I dip my head brushing my lips against her temple.