"no, you know i don't wear things like that."
i pout, laying flat on my back, as she got all up in my face with a brand new lingerie.
"why not?? it's gonna look so good on you, babee"
"I'm wearing boxers even now, that shit would be embarrassing" i tug on my shorts to show the boxer's waistband
"you can't say that if you haven't even tried it" she crawls closer, making puppy eyes that she knows get to me
"still no" and I feel her hands creeping up to my neck, squeezing it and leaning to my ear to whisper
"you are going wear it. for me. and you are going to be slutted out in it. by me. got it?"
and she lets go, shoving me into the bed.
"now, go get changed and don't be a brat about it" my lip quivers, as I refrain myself from commenting anything. but i can't lie about the anticipation now growing low in my stomach.
i get the set and get up from the bed, going to the bathroom, changing into it. i shoot myself a look in the mirror and yeah, she was right. she even got my size right...
as i come out, she's sprawled on the bed, waiting for me. i can't help but cover myself shyly.
"get your hands out of the way and come here" she's practically devouring me with her eyes, on a feral level.
"look at you, being pretty and femme for me" as i straddle her.
"one more word and you'll get punished for bickering with me" i swallow hard after her hands settle on my hips, toying with the waistband of my brand new G-string, her eyes never leaving mine.
"tell me you love seing yourself like this"
a subtle shake as a no from me
"i don't believe you" she starts tugging my panties higher, a thin strip of clothing getting deeper between my folds.
i bite my lip, still taking it, but that doesn't make her happy. she continues until i let out a painful whimper. painful but so in pleasure.
"yes, yes i love seeing myself in what you bought me"
"you appreciate me playing little dress-up with you?" she adds her knee, pressing to my center, making me weaker
"then, you'll get your reward, dear"