Teaching His Virgin

I hold my head higher, taking pleasure out of the way a lot of the clubgoers are looking at me. Especially the women. I see jealousy and pride among them.

As Kace and I step out into the chilly night, I’m feeling freer than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m feeling more aligned with my purpose than I’ve ever felt as well.

His car waits for us by the curb, but it’s him who opens my door and who gets in back with me. I don’t notice he has a driver until the driver asks us where we are headed now.

“To my shop, Daniel. If you please,” Kace says, and that’s all that’s required.

With that, we are coasting through the quiet city streets in his fancy car.

The heater is on to keep me warm, but I don’t need it. He’s keeping me warm enough. Kace fondles and kisses me on the ride over.

He’s dipping his hands down my corset top and up my skirt past my thighs. I’m ready to have him again as it is. But with him caressing and fondling me, flicking my clit, I would offer myself up immediately once we get to the shop.

****

We are outside of his boutique, and I can hardly believe my eyes. Kace has suits and ballgowns on mannequins right next to many of the outfits that were parading around the club on various bodies. I even see an outfit identical to mine in the window.

As he walks me up to the door, I’m still feeling warm and happy from his attentions in the car, and at the club. But now that is at odds with how much I want to look around his shop. How much I want to see what all he has and what all he might be working on.

As I step inside and he turns on the lights, I see that this isn’t just his boutique. It also doubles as his design studio. On a far end, I see designs pinned up to the wall. I see version after version, some of them colored, some of them in pieces, where he’s trying to work on various elements. There are shoes in one area and skirts in another.

I leave him to wander the racks and mannequins full of his designs. I quickly start finding things I want to put together into something new. I start grabbing skirts and shirts, putting them together. Harnesses and pants are next. Leather thongs and sashes go together after that.

I’m on autopilot, following some inner voice of mine and not stopping to think about how I’m in someone else’s shop. I just work as if I’m answering to a higher power.

I’m working so diligently I don’t even notice how Kace is watching me. I don’t even notice the smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes.

I lay various designs out on the tables then finishing putting them together. It’s only when Kace chuckles at me and comes to wrap his arms around my hips that I realize what I’m doing. That I’m touching his clothes and putting them in combinations without his consent.

I blush, quickly dropping my work.

“Am I doing too much? You can punish me again if I am,” I whisper, wanting another round.

“No, you’re not doing too much. Watching you is something magical. Something beyond anything I’ve experienced with anyone else I’ve ever tried to have come work for me. I’d love for you to join me in my shop, Britney.”

He turns me around fully to face him. As he does, I adjust my glasses.

“You can still attend the University, but I’d like you to be in my shop with me. I’d like you to help me with my designs. You truly have a unique touch, a unique sense for my work, and I’m going to need that as I move forward. I’ve been trying to take my business to the next level, but it’s been a struggle. With you, I’m hoping things will start flowing again.”

He grinds himself against me a little bit. I feel his cock through his slacks. He’s hard again, just like I’m wet again.

“Yes, of course… I’d love to come work in your shop,” I say. “I’d love to work with you on your fashions. Learn and grow with you. I might not go back to the University. I feel like I would learn more from you. I already have learned more from you in one night about fashion and people that I’ve learned at the university in close to four years.”

Kace smacks my ass, not hard, but playfully.

“While I am flattered that you say that, I want you to finish out your degree.”

“Then, I want to wear your clothes and only your clothes from now until I fully graduate.”

As I’m talking, he’s leading me over to a back room. This place is filled with yet more designs and more worktables. He guides me over to one.