To Save My Daughter

Part 25: Dinner and Dress-up

I had to admit is kind of nice having someone to take care of me for once. Even if half the time I wanted to rip out his throat, as much as he did mine. Usually, I am the one taking care of everyone else’s needs; while mine shrivel and die.

After getting out of the shower I wrapped up in a towel. As I blew dry my hair, I watched Xander in the mirror as he dried off, and left the bathroom stark naked. Oh my, just watching his ass leave the room could make me wet all over again.  When he returned fully dressed in his signature look; I sighed in disappointment.

“Here, wear this.” He said thrusting a dress at me.

 “You know I am old enough to pick out my own clothes.” I told him.

“To bad, this is what you’re wearing.”

“Why?” I was getting a little irritated.

"Just do it.”

“Oh, you can be so frustrating and demanding. I really hate this side of you.”

“Your point?” His tone cold.

“Aarghhh!” I growled. “Fine I’ll wear the damn dress, as long as it fits.”

With a smirk, he tossed me the dress, and turned and left the room.  I hated how everything always ended up a power struggle…. How was I going to handle these mood swings for a month? I thought a pre-teen going through puberty was bad. Grace has nothing on him.

Looking at the dress, I noticed it was another one that I couldn’t wear a bra with. It was stunning, black, with a black lace overlay, and way sexier than last night’s dress; I’d consider it a darker side of sexy. I actually really liked it. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was allowing things to happen and change inside of me. I knew I need to stop this, but I didn’t know how.

Turning back to the mirror, I finished my make-up with a dramatic smoky eye and balanced it with blood red lips. I what the hell, if I was being made to play dress-up I might as well have fun with it. Pulling my hair up in a French knot to show off my neck, I left a few stands loose, to soften the look. After double checking my hair and make­-up, I went into the dressing room to get dressed.

Digging through the drawers I found the perfect lingerie; black lace booty panties, the kind of panties that could make any ass look good. Then to top it off I located a pair of thigh high silk stockings. Slipping on the dress, I couldn’t believe how low it was cut in both the front and the back. Yup, I was right; no bra with this baby. The dress gathered at the waist, and fell into a full skirt, 3 inches above the knee. Grabbing the highest pair of stilettos I had ever seen, I checked myself out in the mirror. Wow, I had to admit, I was damn hot.

Walking into the bedroom, there was Xander, standing the exact way he was last night. Was this going to be our nightly ritual? I guess so, since he stuck out his finger and made a spinning gesture. As I spun around, the dress twirled up, revealing what I was wearing underneath. I felt the rush of heat hit my checks, but I tried to play it off as that was planned. I don’t know why I blushed, it wasn’t like he hasn’t seen and felt every inch of me.    

Xander’s eyes turned lustful, and it brought me complete satisfaction. Mission accomplished, even though it wasn’t planned.

“So, are we ready?” I asked.

“Not quite, turn around.”

I questioned him, “What?” Again, he made that gesture with his finger. So I turned around, with my back facing him.

“Now close your eyes.”

With a lump in my throat, I shuddered out, “Ok?” I could feel the goose bumps rising on my skin. Part of me was afraid, what was he going to do to me? Part of me was intrigued, but there was still the huge underlining fear, that he could take my life at any moment.