"Where are we going?" she asked him doubtfully, he had asked her to dress properly, making her question his motives.
He had always dressed her improperly, that is the nicest word she have for the way he asked her to dress. Even the thought of his endless requests makes her cheeks automatically burn.
"Outside," he said simply, not wishing to expound on what he meant.
She tried to clasp her bra before she felt his fingers doing the job for her. He cupped her bosoms and squeezed them, the fabric of the bra adding to the sensation instead of protecting her.
"What are you doing?" she asked him as his eyes stared at her from the mirror. She was facing a full-length mirror, trying to dress up according to what he wanted.
"Sorry darling, I could not stop myself," his eyes lacked apology and his voice was low with lust.
