"It's for a private event."
"A de Vere's fetish party, perhaps?"
Zac had mentioned that name while they were relaxing on a riverboat cruise along the Seine, earlier that afternoon. Abby nodded. "You are either very good at guessing, or you are psychic."
"The event is held once a month, and it's tonight, it was easy to guess." Her laughter tinkled around them. "I go to the event myself."
"You will be there tonight?"
Gabrielle nodded as she helped Abby step into the skirt and swished it up and over her hips.
Abby smiled, pleased that she would know someone else there.
"It's a sexy time, and I get to see people enjoying my designs."
"You designed these clothes yourself?"
"Many of these outfits, yes. Some of them I have imported to suit the particular fetish of my clients."
She unfolded the corset around Abby and shifted into place. "Bend and drop your breasts into the molded leather cups."
Abby did so, her head turning to watch Zac in the mirror. He was riveted.
"Oh yes, a beautiful fit." Gabrielle stroked her hand over the supple material enclosing Abby's waistline, making eye contact with her in the mirror. "This is one I designed, and it is lovely to see it on so suitable a client."
"It's an amazing design."
Gabrielle was pleased with her remark, a hint of color rising on her cheeks. "It is perfect for you. Do you have heels?"
Abby nodded.
"Good, and you must wear your hair up on the crown, spilling down."
"I should be thinner," Abby said, looking at her breasts squeezing up between the flame tips with a sense of misgiving.
Gabrielle's slim eyebrows lifted in alarm. "Oh no, a corset looks best on a woman who is shapely." She began to tug in the laces, her arms flying, her concentration fully on the job.
Abby's breath caught in her throat as the leather tightened into a vice-like grip. She breathed high and shallow, then got used to the strange tightness and breathed easier.
"You are just right," she added, as she tied the laces. "As the leather warms it will fit closer s
till, like a second skin. The corseting will apply pressure to your womb and to your breasts. It is very arousing, yes?"
"Yes," Abby murmured as she wavered slightly, heady from the odd but stimulating sensations the article had on her.
Gabrielle pulled the curtain fully aside and gestured for Abby to step out. As she did, she found that everything she needed to know was written on Zac's face. Awe, desire, love and pride.
"It was made for you," he murmured, eyes shining.
She nodded, noting the bulge in his jeans. She glanced at Gabrielle. "I've got one question."
"Yes?"
"How do I put it on, without you to assist me?"
Gabrielle glanced at Zac with amusement. "Your lover will be there to help you. I'm sure he can manage a few laces."
Zac smiled his wolf-smile. "We may never reach the party."