NoEasyWayOut

NoEasyWayOut by Tara Tennyson Read Free Book Online

Book: NoEasyWayOut by Tara Tennyson Read Free Book Online
Authors: Tara Tennyson
at the top of her thighs and she noticed in
horror it had holes cut out for her breasts.
    She looked down. She looked so naked, so wrong with her
breasts spilling out pale and soft against the tight black latex. It was
embarrassing, obscene. She finished doing it up, pulling the zipper all the way
to the top so the high neckband with a clip on the back fitted snugly around
her throat. It wasn’t what she had hoped for at all.
    Then there was a pair of crotchless panties. Pointless, she
told herself but put them on anyway. And a pair of thigh-high fishnet
stockings, the sort she always associated with prostitutes.
    She put that thought out of her mind and concentrated on the
buckled straps, putting one on each wrist and one on each ankle, hoping she’d
gotten it right. Each had a clip on them, like at the neck of her corset. Would
he be tying her up somehow? Restraining her?
    She felt the nerves set in—nerves and a flutter of
excitement. What would he do to her? Would she like it? Would she want him to
do it? She put her shoes back on and looked at herself in the mirror.
    It wasn’t her. It was a tiny-waisted, big-breasted sex
object staring back at her, the latex gleaming softly, the fishnets finishing
two inches below the bottom of the corset, her pale thighs curving out over the
thigh-highs. Her thighs, her breasts looked so naked, so pale and so soft
against the blackness of everything else.
    She couldn’t wear this. She couldn’t let Daniel or anyone
see her like this. She thought about taking it all off but the diamond bracelet
was sparkling on her wrist. She wanted it. She’d never get another one. And
what was so bad about wearing these clothes? Lots of people wore stuff like
this, she told herself. It was really nothing unusual, nothing to get worried
about. But this would be their first time, their first time properly and she
was dressed like a fetishistic hooker.
    She glanced in the mirror again. Katie would never believe
it. Suddenly Ruthanne felt determined to go through with it, diamonds or no
diamonds. To do what Daniel wanted, to be the kind of girl who would do
anything and not be boring, sensible Ruthanne anymore. For once she’d do something
even Katie had never done.
    She rearranged her hair and put more lipstick on, choosing a
deeper shade of red that seemed to go with the black clothes. She took a deep
breath. Did she look ridiculous? Would Daniel like what he saw? She opened the
door.
    Daniel was lounging on the sofa, champagne glass in hand.
    He stared at her as she opened the door.
    She folded her arms over her naked breasts as she walked toward
him.
    “You look amazing. Amazing. I think we’ve finally found your
style.” He chuckled to himself.
    She went to sit next to him, anxious for him to stop staring
at her.
    “No. Walk around the room. I like watching you. And put your
arms down or I’ll have to tie them down.”
    So she walked slowly to the bed, to the window and back,
aware of her breasts jiggling, of her naked thighs and the crotchless panties.
    “You really do look good. Have some more champagne. Drink it
standing up.”
    She stood in front of him, holding the glass and aware of
his eyes on her.
    He reached out and gripped one of her nipples.
    “Ouch!” She pulled away.
    “Naughty.” He slapped her breast. “Let me touch you. You can’t
dress like that and then not let me touch you.”
    Her breast still stinging, she stood still while he gripped
her nipple again between his thumb and finger and rolled it firmly, then pulled
it away from her body, pulling her whole breast away. He let her breast fall
and looked at it. “You see, you squeal but you like it. Look at your nipple.”
    She looked down. It was tight and hard.
    “Now make the other one the same.”
    She hesitated, not sure what to do. He slapped her breast
then grinned at her.
    “Just playing. Come on, use this.”
    He handed her an ice cube from the bucket. Feeling
self-conscious, she rubbed it over her

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