Chapter 18 Sep 17, 2025 Alex stood there, his jaw slack, his pupils blown wide like a fucking predator ready to devour. The way he looked at me-like I was a fucking meal-made my nipples harden against the cool fabric, and I could feel the slickness already pooling in my panties. I didn't wait for him to say a word. I grabbed him by the collar of his stupid button-down shirt and yanked him past the curtain, the fabric fluttering behind us. His lips crashed into mine, hot and hungry, and I tasted the faint hint of coffee and desperation. His hands were on me immediately, pawing at the satin, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, my ass, my tits. The lace was no match for his desperation, and I could feel the roughness of his palms through the delicate fabric, sending shivers down my spine. His breath hitched, and I felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my thigh, straining against the confines of his slacks. I ground my hips into his, savoring the way he groaned against my mouth, the sound swallowed by the urgency of our kiss. I broke away just long enough to whisper, "Don't fucking make a sound," my voice low and hoarse, before I pushed him down onto the tiny bench in the corner of the room. He complied, his hands gripping the edge of the bench like a fucking lifeline as I straddled him, my thighs framing his hips. The rustle of fabric outside the curtain reminded us that we weren't alone. I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him, before I leaned in and bit his earlobe hard enough to make him squirm. His hands flew to my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of his cock through his pants, throbbing against my cunt. I reached behind me, my fingers trembling as I undid the clasp of my bra, letting the emerald satin fall away to reveal my tits, hard and aching for his touch. His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to make me bite down on my own arm to stifle my moan. His tongue flicked against the sensitive bud, and I could feel the wetness soaking through my panties, my pussy clenching around nothing. But I wasn't done. I slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs, my fingers fumbling with the button of his slacks. His cock sprang free, thick and dripping with precum, and I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of it. I wrapped my hand around the base, pumping him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched and his hips jerked upward. I leaned in, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him down to the root. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I could feel him losing control, his hips bucking into my mouth. But I wasn't ready to let him finish-not yet. I pulled away, my lips slick with spit, and climbed back onto his lap, his cock pressing against my soaked panties. I reached behind me, tugging them to the side, and sank down onto him in one fluid motion, my cunt stretching to accommodate his girth. I braced my hands against the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with flushed cheeks and parted lips. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rocked against him, the slick sound of skin on skin drowned out by the rustle of fabric outside the curtain. His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the tension building in my core, my pussy clenching around him with every thrust. When I felt him start to lose control, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles, I bit down on my arm to keep from screaming as I came, my body trembling with the force of it. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled his load, muffling his moans against my shoulder. We stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, before I finally climbed off him, the tag on the emerald set still swinging from my wrist. His eyes met mine, bright and dazed, and I knew he'd follow me anywhere-even into the depths of depravity. When we finally slipped back through the curtain, the sales consultant wore the serene, diplomatic smile of someone who had heard absolutely nothing and intended to keep that record spotless. Alex, still a little breathless and oddly proud, told her we'd take everything I'd tried-the emerald set, the black balconette, the blush slip, even the ridiculous satin with the whisper of garter. She clipped tags with brisk professionalism, and rang us up without a single pointed glance. The bags felt light in my hands and heavy with implication; her "Have a wonderful evening" landed like a benediction on a secret already sealed. I left the boutique flushed and laughing, as Alex hustled me to the car. He drove with a purpose that felt like momentum rather than menace, the city peeling past in quick, bright strips. "I didn't expect you to give in like that," I said, half-daring, half-dazed. "Not there." He shot me a rueful grin. "I didn't expect it either. No one exactly trained me for... that. Not in public." At the next red light he glanced over, contrition softening into something like hope. The city blinked around us, patient and bright, as I reached across the console and let my hand rest over his. The apology in his smile made me want to kiss it away.