The Inducer [18+ Only]

Chapter Eleven: Don't Do This To Me

Chapter Eleven: Don’t Do This To Me

      Picking a line out of my favourite Novel couldn’t actually explain how I felt in this moment. I had never seen this side of Carlos – the side that was hidden, where he was sweet, charming and loving. I knew I could really enjoy being with this man. If only...

He gave me a brief tour of Paris while we were driving around. He showed me significant artifacts, the statues and museums before he took me to the mall. It was a bit late so almost every where was closed but nonetheless I got a chance to take out a few pieces of clothing that Carlos insisted on paying for and I mean come on, who could stop Carlos from doing what he wanted? I knew that I couldn’t.

He took me to a Lingerie Store, it wasn’t top named and dragged me to his favorite section – extremely exposing.

“Why are we even in this section of the store Carlos?” I folded my arms.

He smirked, “I’m gonna pick out something for you.”

I rolled my eyes thinking here we go.

He laughed, “You’re such an pessimist Tori,” he spoke, “chill the hell out, I just wanna buy you something that’s cute.”

I smiled and loosened up a bit, releasing my hands, “So do you even know what’s cute, Carlos?”

He laughed, “Babe. Trust me, if I can imagine you in it and the desire to take it off you consumes me, I know its cute.”

I smirked, “Really Carlos? No.”

“Well cute for a man then.” He shrugged.

I decided to let it go while we walked farther into the store. Everybody must be wondering why I was allowing him to do this for me. First, I never had a guy buy anything for me – Joshua wasn’t generous in no shape or form. Secondly, I was living for all of these pampering. And this should be known, I really liked him.

Damn, I always felt like I was between a rock and a hard place but the action to take was really easy. I was just a confused girl to be honest and don’t know how to put my feelings first.

“Tori! Tori!”

I looked up, “Yeah?”

He shook his head, “Jesus Christ! I definitely need to carry you to see a doctor.”

“Honestly, I'm fine.” I frowned.

He gave me an uncertain look, “Sure.”

I looked in his hands and saw the lingeries that he picked out. To be frank, they were pretty simple and cute.

There was a black one: it had a mesh pantie and the bra with same mesh at the edges along with the straps, the cover over was see through and silky with fishnet stockings. I loved it.

The white one: it was okay, but it had no designs. Just really plain, it didn’t have a cover over, the pantie had an embroidery saying fuck me in the center, I rolled my eyes. It had a stocking too. I didn’t like it. I scrunched up my face.

“What?” He asked, “You don’t like them?”

I nodded, “I love the black one but the white not so much.”

He smirked, “I’m getting both though, I think they are cute and come on, the white is a bit vulgar like yourself."

I laughed, “Whatever.”