His Possession

Chapter Thirty-Three:

I followed her lead towards the many dresses that were hung up. They were all so beautiful, in many different colours and styles. My jaw dropped slightly and I touched the material of the dresses. How would I ever decide? My fingers wrapped around the material of a tight black dress.

I pulled it out to get a better look.

"That one would look amazing on you." The woman nodded towards the black fabric of the dress I held in between my fingers.

I traced my hands up closer to the top, realizing that it had a very steep neckline that would probably cause my breasts to be all over the place. There was no way I was going to wear that in front of god knows how many people.

I frowned and slid it back in place. "It's a little.." I trailed off and looked at her.

"Skanky?" She smiled and I nodded back. "I didn't want to say anything in you really liked it." She explained with a small frown and and continued looking through the dresses.

"I would like your opinion, if that's alright." I glanced over at her and saw her smile widen even more. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun that reminded me of Julie.

"Of course." She walked over beside me and started pulling out dresses that she thought would look nice on me. And they were all stunning, but looking at all the short sleeved and strapless dresses made me remember my stitches. I frowned slightly and dropped the burgundy coloured dress from my fingers.

"Are there any with sleeves?" I asked and she hurried over to another rack and began pulling them towards me.

I scanned through the rack, pulling out a beautiful blue dress with fluffy sleeves. It was pinched at the waist, which made the bottom flare out nicely. It had flower details on the neckline, and jewels on the waist. I smiled happily and pulled it out to get a better look.

"This would go great with your complexion. You're going to look like a princess." She smiled and helped me carry the dress over to the bed.

I placed it down gently and touched the fabric. It was soft, and felt amazing in-between the pads of my fingers. I trailed my hand down more, finding there to be a small slit on the leg. It was perfect.

"Can I wear this one?" I looked over at the frail lady, and she nodded happily.

"I was hoping that you would choose this one." She flipped the dress over and unzipped the back. I watched her awkwardly, not wanting to get completely naked in front of this lady. She finally turned back towards me and smiled, "I will leave you to it, if you need any help zipping up the back I will be in the bathroom." She turned away from me and began walking towards the large door. "Oh, and you don't have to wear a bra with it." She smiled again and I flushed as she disappeared into the bathroom.

"Alright." I sighed heavily and began to undress. I stripped from my clothing that I had been wearing, and removed my bra. I quickly picked up the fabric and slipped it on. It felt soft against my skin, but also slightly itchy from the tool.

My hands struggled with the zipper, fumbling around like a child.

I groaned and let out an annoyed sigh, "Um, may I please have some help?" I asked in frustration. I heard the bathroom door open up and a soft gasp.

"You look stunning!" She complimented and I pushed a strand of hair out of my eyes awkwardly. She rushed over to me in a hurry, probably not wanting me to get uncomfortable by her constant stare. 

"Thank you." I muttered as she zipped up the back of my dress. The material tightened around my chest and waist, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. Fuck. The dress was stunning, but I needed to breath.