His Privilege, Her Pleasure

Chapter 8 - Pawns of A King

After my eventful encounter at the spa, it was time to go to the boutique for new clothes. Sebastian informed Kieran of when we left the facility. He told me, over the phone, that I was to buy a few specific outfits. For starters, Kieran wanted me to buy something with a low-cut down my back. He said he wanted to see how accentuated my curves would look in a number like that.

Secondly, he wanted me to get something for the charity banquet next week. It would be the first time he would publicly come out as being the son of Cillian McCarthy and the day he announces he will run for office. Quite a few important people will be there, and I have to look the part of a future politician's soon-to-be wife. Kieran also wanted me to buy tons of lingerie for our nights together, and those three items are non-negotiable. I told him I would do my best to please him, and he told me he was looking forward to tonight.

I'm pretty sure he wants me to wear that sexy number tonight and some new lingerie. If I don't want him to hurt me, I will have to please him as best I can tonight. Although I am dreading this night, I am also strangely excited. I'm eager to prove to him and these other white men who think of me as a slave that I am much more. But if I'm honest, it's also because I want Kieran to see me as beautiful and not just sexually.

If he is as tormented by this situation as Sebastian suggests, then maybe I can show my appeal through my body and my grace. When we were through with our brief phone call, Sebastian drove us to a boutique in the heart of the French Quarter of Louisiana. There's no way I'd have ever been able to shop out here just a week ago. Now, at the dime of my captor, I can get pretty much anything I want. Sebastian suggests a boutique some of the working-girls frequent, and I humbly decline. I don't want to be in clothes similar to what his stable girls wear.

If this plan were to work, Kieran would have to see me as different from the rest. He sees enough in me that's different, so I'm his girl and not a common call girl. By the same token, Kieran has a predisposition towards watching women being slutted out. I have to play my cards carefully, but there are going to be times where I can't avoid a situation. I pray that day never comes, but I know it will.

We walk down the French Quarter streets for a few minutes until I happen upon a lovely little boutique with a Creole woman just opening up the store. There were ready-made clothes, but the sign in the front said she also made custom/couture items. The set up is extravagant yet straightforward, and I loved everything about it. She shows us to the upstairs floor, which was a studio for creating custom designs. The Creole woman, whose name I found out was Marie, began taking measurements of my body. She would ask a few questions here and there, but not too many.

Marie wanted to know what I liked to wear most, and I told her a few things, but she seemed to know what I truly wanted. With brief communication, she came up with a design for my banquet gown. I told her I would be around many essential people, as I obviously couldn't tell her the truth. Her initial sketch for the dress based on some of my interests was far beyond what I expected to see. I told her I was in love with it, but I would also need something very sensual and casual for tonight.

The woman told me she had some gowns she had been working on and that she could alter them to fit me since they weren't complete works. I saw a beautiful purple number that I knew would make Kieran melt. I would have him eating out of the palm of my hands sooner than I thought. Sebastian was all too bored watching me talk about clothes, but he kept his eyes on me the whole time. Sebastian doesn't look at me like my bodyguard anymore; he looks at me like something he has to conquer. He wanted me to be his plaything, but he knew he wouldn't get that chance, at least not until Kieran gave him the ok.

As I go through the rather pricey lingerie section, I can feel his eyes burning a hole in my ass. I don't think he cares if I see him watching me. Sebastian was just bold enough to ogle me this hard in public, and I'm sure it won't change when he's around Kieran. I found most of what I needed in the boutique, and it was not cheap. I spent a good ten G's in there, but I left with tons of clothes, from outfits to accessories and shoes.

Sebastian was courteous enough to grab most of the bags, although he tried to act as if it were just part of his job. I knew he just needed an excuse to get close to me and seem like a better man than Kieran. With all the excitement of new clothes, I almost forgot how screwed this entire situation was. Kieran took me as his slave, yet here I am shopping as if I've just landed the jackpot. If he weren't a maniacal sex trafficker with racist views, I'd be willing to be his.

After being pampered and shopping all day, it was about 6:30 in the evening, and the air was thick with the smell of Creole food. The sun was setting, and people were already filling the streets, looking to drink and party the night away. Kieran texted Sebastian where he wanted us to meet him; Sebastian informs me Kieran wants me dressed and ready; he doesn't want to wait for me all evening. So, when we leave the boutique, I'm prepared to go. I love the dress I have on, and there was no way Kieran wouldn't either.

The dress perfectly fits my curves and my style. Sebastian tried to hide his shock at my appearance the entire car ride, but he couldn't help but stare. I say nothing to him the entire ride because I didn't want him to distract me from my game plan. Tonight was the night that Kieran would surely try to use my body for his pleasure. I knew all of this was happening amazingly fast, but I had to get acclimated to this. If I didn't, I was signing my death warrant along with some other new girls'.

We arrive at the most bourgeois restaurant I had ever seen before, and somehow, I knew this night would be about wining and dining. He's trying to throw me for a loop with this whole Stockholm thing. But none of that matters if I can get him to fall for me as hard as he can with this outfit. Sebastian escorts me into this nearly empty restaurant, and to the table, Kieran sat. He was talking to one of his other guards about some kind of business. His guard noticed me first, and then Kieran looked in the same direction as him. As soon as he saw me, I knew I could have him wrapped around my little finger.