The Sassy Submissive

Ch. 11 - Master Adam and Angel Meet Again

Getting Leigh dressed for Stronghold was fun. She looked incredible in a black lace shirt over a black tank top with a fluttering navy-blue chiffon skirt and very high black heels. Fortunately, she and Angel fit into a lot of same clothing; even though Leigh was much less busty than Angel, they had the same curvy hips. It did mean Leigh didn't fit into any of Angel's corsets, and she'd never allowed Angel to make her any, but the black lace shirt worked well enough. And it meant Leigh was more comfortable, because she was basically completely covered.

Angel grinned, wondering what Leigh would think of Lexie, since the last two times she'd seen the younger woman she'd been wearing similar tops to what Leigh had on now, but without the covering undershirt.

At least the clothing and getting dressed was keeping Leigh firmly distracted. She'd had small bouts of crying throughout the day. Sometimes, just her eyes filling up with tears over something completely random—like the turkey sandwich she had for lunch—and sometimes because she'd start fretting about what Michael was doing. She didn't say 'and with whom,' but the unspoken sentiment always hovered in the air.

"Are you sure this skirt isn't too short?" Leigh asked, tugging at the hem as she turned to try and see her backside in the mirror. "I feel like my butt's hanging out."

"It's not, it just looks like it's about to be," Angel reassured her.

Leigh made a face. "That's not nearly as comforting as you think it is."

"Stop it, you look fantastic." Angel raked her gaze over her friend and gave a sigh of envy. While she loved her curves, sometimes she looked at Leigh's completely flat stomach and wished she was maybe just a little bit less curvy. "Maybe I should re-think this whole bringing you thing..."

"Shut it, you look like sex on heels."

"Yeah, thank God for corsets sucking in my stomach for me."

Her friend held up her forefinger and made a face at her. "That's one... you get to three and I'll give you a spanking!"

"Sweet Jesus, what is going on in here?" The deeper masculine voice broke into the room, making both of them jump.

"Dammit," Angel muttered when she realized all three of her housemates were crowded into her doorway. She'd left the door open a crack—just a crack!—and one of them must have peeked in to see what was going on. She sighed. "We're going to a club."

"Looking like that?" Sam's voice squeaked a little. His style was 'stylish geek' as he liked to call it and he was often taken aback by some of the more outrageous things Angel wore, but he'd definitely never seen her looking like this before. Every time she'd gone to Stronghold she'd put on her coat before going downstairs.

She put one of her hands on her hips and used the other to gesture from her breasts up to her face. "Up here boys."

Wow, a communal blush as all their eyes flicked upwards. Even Q with his darker skin was blushing—she couldn't actually see the red but she could tell. "Do we need to have the 'you don't get to tell me how to dress' discussion again?"

Honestly, she thought their protective instincts were pretty cute, considering she didn't consider any of them dominant to her. Although they might occasionally try to act it. She appreciated they acted like a pack of big brothers on occasion, but it wasn't something she was willing to put up with in certain areas. Matters of dress was one of them. One of the things that had made her wonder if she really was submissive was how she definitely bossed around a whole house of men, now she knew it was part perception and part how people acted.