Adrianna's Undies by Lacey Alexander Page B

focused on that when she was angry, or worse, when she was trying to walk that fine line of pretending to submit while she kept her internal will strong. She needed some…guidance here. So she asked him an honest question. “What is it you want me to do exactly? I’ve never really done the submission thing before.”
    “I think you know,” he told her. “I want a pleasant attitude, I want you eager to please me, I want you docile and obedient.”
    Each word was like torture to her brain, and turned out he was right—she pretty much had known the answer. But maybe she’d hoped he’d reply in some other, easier-for-her-to-achieve way.
    “Now,” he said, a bit more forcefully, “do you like redheads?”
    Go along with this part , she commanded herself. You do like women, after all. And that’s all he wants to hear. So let him. Let him get turned-on by your attraction to girls. It doesn’t compromise your position here—it’s just being honest.
    “I’m not really picky about hair color,” she told him, doing her best to sound cordial, pleasant. “As long as they’re pretty and have nice bodies, I can enjoy them.”
    “Do you like big tits on a girl?”
    “Yes. Doesn’t everybody?” An honest answer. To which he responded with his usual devilish smile.
    “Do you like to kiss other girls’ breasts?”
    “Of course.” But saying it, right now, was making her still more excited, which her body could ill afford.
    “Do you like to rub your big, beautiful tits against another girl’s?”
    Her pussy spasmed, and her answer came out more ragged, raspy, than intended. “Yes. Very much.”
    “What else do you like to do with girls, Adrianna? Paint a picture in my mind.”
    Adrianna drew in her breath and discovered it was challenging to breathe deeply. Because of the tight corset she wore—and because of the lust coursing through her so needfully right now. She was surely making a wet spot on the back of her dress.
    “Everything,” she told him truthfully. “I like to writhe against them on a dance floor and feel our curves moving together. I like to peel their clothes off, bit by bit. I like to massage their breasts in my hands and twirl their nipples between my fingers. I like to lick their pussies, and sometimes I like to just rub our cunts together until we both come. Sometimes we use toys on each other, and I have a wide array of them. I’m particularly fond of fucking other girls with my strap-on.”
    She’d watched the redheaded devil the entire time she’d spoken, the girl still using the stripper pole with great skill to allow glimpses of her body from every sumptuous angle, but now she brought her gaze back down to Tristan. His eyes glazed with a hard lust that only heightened her sensual suffering.
    “I would love to watch you fuck another girl sometime, Adrianna.”
    Hmm, Tristan watching her with another woman? Now that she could get into. “We have all night,” she reminded him.
    “ Sometime ,” he reiterated. “Not tonight.”
    “The offer expires at sunrise.”
    Given the nonsubmissive nature of the comment, she was surprised when he grinned. “My loss then,” he assured her. “But not tonight. Tonight is for other things.”
    Then let’s get to them already , she wanted to say—but managed to hold it in.
    Just then a pretty twenty-something blonde with fairly large, perky breasts strolled past in nothing but a pair of silver heels, her cunt shaved, her body flawless. Neither Tristan nor Adrianna acknowledged her, but when a young waitress in sparkly short shorts and a skimpy bikini top arrived to ask if they wanted drinks, Tristan instead asked her to fetch the blonde for a lap dance.
    Adrianna’s breath hitched. He didn’t want to see her fuck another girl tonight, but maybe he wanted to see her get a lap dance. And God knew she needed one by now. If Tristan wasn’t going to touch her, she’d be more than happy for someone else to ease her suffering. And given the