‘I don’t suppose you can try before you buy,’ said Jason regretfully.
The assistant coughed gently then, when Jenna looked over, said, ‘We do have a fitting room, and some samples you can try on in various sizes.’
‘Thank you,’ said Jenna, turning abruptly back to the rail.
‘Not tempted?’ Jason smirked, then coughed himself when he caught sight of a tiny little price tag attached to the bra strap with silk ribbon. ‘Fuck me,’ he whispered loudly. ‘How much?’
‘This is high end designer stuff,’ Jenna whispered back. ‘Look at the brand.’
The label of a well-known fashion house was sewn – exquisitely – into one of the shoulder straps.
‘Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them,’ said Jason.
‘And the quality – I mean, just feel it. Like gossamer.’
‘It’s nice, but . . .’
‘And I’ve got money,’ she said. ‘So . . .’
He turned to her and unleashed the full bright force of his teeth.
‘You want these, don’t you?’
Jenna had just seen an accessory that went with the set – a pair of beautiful, elegant, ribbon-laced cuffs. Perfect for aesthetically-pleasing bondage with a touch of luxury. The thought of Jason tying those ribbons together to keep her hands restrained while he did whatever he wanted to her . . .
‘I think I do,’ she said.
‘Don’t just go for the first thing you see,’ he chided. ‘There’s a shop full of this stuff. Take a good look around.’
‘But I’ve fallen in love with these already,’ she said. ‘I definitely want them. I’m going to try them on, but I might try some other things too.’
‘OK, well, how about you choose one set and I choose another?’
‘Deal.’
They browsed through more racks of the frilly and flirtatious before arriving at a section that seemed to enliven Jason’s interest. The lingerie in this area was black and sinful-looking with all kinds of bits missing or added on.
He picked a bra that was hardly worthy of the name off a hanger. It was made of black PVC, less shiny than latex but with a subtle kind of sparkle that added a touch of class. The cups soon made it clear that that was an illusion, though. They were barely there – quarter cups that would expose the nipples. There were straps above to create the frame of a full-cupped bra, with strips of gauzy lace travelling up either side of the nipples, but these would act not as skin-coverers but as borders to enhance the display. In short, it was one very rude garment and Jenna blushed just to look at it.
‘What do you think of this?’ he said, in a very low voice, since they were now quite near the assistant.
‘Doesn’t leave much to the imagination,’ she breathed.
‘Yeah, well, I use my imagination every day when I paint,’ he said. ‘I might want to give it a rest in the bedroom.’ He looked from the bra to Jenna’s chest. ‘Mind you, my imagination’s working pretty hard right now. Picturing you in this.’
The quiet depth of his voice, coupled with the implication of his words, sent a shot straight through her. How could he talk like this in public? Well, in front of a third party, anyway. It was designed to confuse and humiliate her. And to arouse her.
He fingered the matching knickers, brief enough from the front view, with a triangular PVC panel in the centre, bordered by an elasticated lace detail. The sides were of fine black mesh, but when Jason looked at the back, it was almost non-existent. The wearer’s bottom would be almost completely bare, save for a little gathered mesh frame around the cheeks.
‘Oh, yes, these would work,’ he said, with a snuffle of amusement. ‘They’d work very well.’
Jenna felt a dampness in her own, less exotic, knickers, and she squirmed to think of how this daring pair would feel on and around her skin.
‘Work for what?’ she whispered. ‘Not for sensible every day wear, that’s for sure.’
‘Yeah, this isn’t M&S, in case you hadn’t noticed. Sensible knickers aren’t what we’re after here.’
‘So are those your favourites? Are they going in the basket?’