Limey

You’ve tried on dress after dress. Yet you’ve only noticed the worst in every one. Dresses hugging the uncomfortable dip on your hips, the way your stomach sticks out slightly. Every one would leave you with more and more tears building up in your eyes.

You try on another dress. It hugs your upper body tightly. The lower half is more loose and flows down. Giving it a high-low look. Iridescent ruffles on the hem of the skirt.

You shift your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror. Your heart jumps to your throat yet again. I just never look good in anything it seems like.

You open the dressing room door to meet Crewel sitting in a chair small wine glass in his hand. You take a sigh and look to the ground.

“What’s wrong puppy? You look wonderful.” Crewel smiles while taking you in, his eyes gazing from top to bottom.

You clutch the fabric in your hands nervously, not regarding any of his words and your mind continues to eat at you. “I just.. I feel like nothing looks good on me. I just give up at this point.” Breathing out a sigh.

Some of the employees around the large clothing shop glance at you slightly. But it only seems like they’re giving looks of judgement or remorse. Tearing at your heart even more.

“You’ll find something you like! I promise puppy, we’re not leaving until we find something you like.” Crewel assures, the wine glass making a small clink as he sets it on the table next to him.

You purse your lips in uncertainty and walk back into the dressing room. You slip off the dress and hang it on the ‘no’ pile, which has been racking up as you’ve tried on piece after piece.

You take the next dress off the hanger. Similar to the last one, it’s black and the top half is snug fitting, making your chest stick out. The bottom half is a small mini skirt that barely covers your ass. As you’re about to zip it up, you realize that you have to tie up the back, meaning you’ll have to call Crewel to come help

You turn to the door and peek your head out, “Crewel, could you help with tying this up?”

He smirks and gets up, walking inside so it’s just the two of you in the dressing room. He examines the back and ties it up, it crosses several times. You slightly tremble as you can feel his fingers brush against your shoulder blades.

He finishes and takes a small step back, “you look perfect pup, don’t you think?” He grins, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror.

“I’m not sure..” you falter slightly. You feel his hands slip around your waist, tracing small circles against the tight fabric. “I just feel like I look too.. big.. in all of these” you sniff slightly.

“My sweet little puppy..” he coos, his mouth near your ear. “I wish you could see how perfect you look in my eyes. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

He takes a hand and leads it down near your inner thigh, tracing small shapes against your skin, causing your knees to buckle slightly. He takes his other hand and grabs your jaw gently, “I’ll show you how pretty you look.”

Your back presses against his chest, moving slightly up and down. You feel his fingers slowly work their way up your thighs. You breathe shakily as he drags his fingers up. You bite back a small whine, not wanting to draw attention to the workers.

“Just breathe puppy, getting so worked up hm?” He says in a hushed voice, his fingers finally getting to where you’ve waited for. He interlocks his hand with yours, giving it a small squeeze before letting go.

You can hear the small click and hear him fumbling to get his belt off. The only thing you’re able to do is look in the mirror, watching yourself be toyed with.

He hikes up your skirt slightly and you finally feel him push against you, earning a small whimper sneak out of your mouth. Although you get cut off when you feel him finally slowly push into you, although he stops, making sure that you adjust before anything.

After he’s given you a minute to get used to the pressure and feeling he bottoms out. He lets out a small hiss. He places one hand on your hip and wraps the other around your waist.

He continues to thrust into you. Not fast, but a slow rhythm to make sure you relish in the moment. He takes a hand and grabs your chin gently and lifts it up, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “See how pretty you look puppy? So pretty..” he whispers, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder, “and it’s all for me..”

You can feel the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, he increases his pace just a bit, most likely about to finish. You feel his grip on you tighten slightly as he shoves his face in the crook of your neck.

You let out a small moan as you feel yourself release, your hands gripping his, knees buckling slightly. He thrusts a few more times before he bottoms out and releases. The both of you breathing heavily.