Chapter 11 | Dress Up

Raya

These men are infuriating.

I spent an hour trying on dresses for them and having to model it for them. They wanted to ensure it was the perfect fit and according to them I was ‘too skinny’ since I can’t fit a lot of the clothes they have available.

Each time that I walked out they would tell me to walk towards them and then do a spin. I tried to refuse but Adam caged me against the wall with his arms as he reminded me that I am theirs. And I am his ‘doll’ so I have to do what he tells me.

I want to smack the smug smirk off of his face, but I can’t deny that the way these men make me feel bothered. The arousal between my legs makes my knees almost buckle under their intense gazes.

I walk out to show off one of the dresses they gave me, after the third dress I stopped seeing what it looked like because it didn’t matter if I thought it looked nice. All that mattered was if they thought it was a proper fit. So when Luther says in a proud voice, “Now, that’s the dress.”

I have no ide