Can't Be Touched

Addict for Dramatics

*Kayla's POV*

"Chris...no I will not...you've gotta move on from this, I need a break....yeah, I know...well, I know it's difficult but you gotta keep going...mhm..I understand...just text me if you need anything...yeah, bye."

I was finally able to talk to Chris. We had been in the middle of sushi and Chris wouldn't stop calling me. Josh advised me not to answer, but I did anyway and walked outside.

Jenna seemed to be on my side with the whole thing. I confided in her a bunch since I've gotten here and, although it's only Sunday, we've become really good friends.

Her and I were actually shopping for the wedding night. her and I were looking through the racks of baby doll dresses and nighties, trying to see if there was anything here that might work.

I admit, we were also shopping for ourselves. Just little things that we liked. So far I had two opaque baby doll dresses, five pair of underwear, and pink stockings. Jenna had a few pairs of underwear, along with a gorgeous white, cupless, lace bra.

My phone began ringing and I immediately knew who it was. That ring tone was Chris'. I sighed and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I held up my index finger and mouthed one minute to Jenna. She nodded and I walked the other direction.

"Kayla, babygirl, please come home." He was breathing heavily and when he called me babygirl, there was this delicate edge behind it. I swooned internally and felt my knees go weak.

"Chris, that isn't my home. I'm kind've busy right now." I didn't object to the pet name though...

"What has you so busy that you can't talk to me? We used to talk for hours, Kayla." I looked at all the lingerie in my shopping basket. I bet he'd kill to see me dressed like that.

"I'm working." I replied bluntly. That was such a lie and he knew when I was bluffing. I was such a terrible liar. I could hear him huff out a sigh.

"Kayla, baby, we both know that isn't true. Tell me honey, what are you doing?" I don't know where all these names were coming from but hearing them out of Chris was beginning to get me hot and bothered. It didn't help that there were all types of sex toys around me.

"I'm helping Jenna find lingerie for her wedding night..I'm in a sex shop." I breathed out my answer, hoping he would stop with the pet names. Chris was so dominant and I...wasn't.

"Babygirl...why didn't you just tell me that?" His voice had gotten deeper and it was getting very tingley in my downstairs, if you catch my drift. I heard some rustling before he started talking again. "Tell me baby, what'd you get for yourself?"

"I didn't-"

"You're lying baby. Tell daddy what you got." I let a breathy moan slip and immediately regretted that. I looked around and traveled deeper into the isle.

"I got underwear...and some dresses..." I breathed out. I could hear him breathing heavy and it didn't take a genius to know what he was doing. It was turning me on in a way.

"Baby, details. Daddy wants details. I bet you look so beautiful today. What colors did you get?"

"Uhm..The underwear is cotton, but they're bikini cut and pink. The dresses are babydolls. They're both a light pink, one is see through and shimmery."

"Fuck, babygirl I bet they look so good on your porcelain skin. I wish I was there to see you, helping daddy get off. I bet those cheeks of your's are flushed. Tell daddy, are you getting squimish?"

"Yes daddy." As soon as the words slipped and I heard Jenna asking me what was taking so long, I hung up. I stared at my phone and quickly put it on silent. I knew he'd keep calling until he could get me vulnerable again.