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proud of me and happy he purchased me.
    “Come, bella ,” Matteo said, holding out a hand to me. He threaded his fingers with mine and led me from the room, then down the stairs. There was a black car waiting for us. Once again he helped me into the car and slid in next to me. It reminded me of the trip from the airport, only he didn’t raise the barrier between us and the driver. Without a single word, the driver seemed to know where we were headed.
    We pulled to a stop outside of a long row of stores, all of which appeared to be women’s boutiques. Matteo flashed a smile at me while he waited for the driver to open his door. He stood and offered me his palm. Sliding my hand into his, I tried to return his smile. I wasn’t used to smiling so it was difficult. I wanted to show him I was as happy as he was, even if I was unsure of what was happening or where we were. Not to mention the plug still shifting and moving with each step I took, keeping me off-balance.
    Once again, he threaded his fingers with mine and led me to the first shop. Over the next few hours I was subjected to trying on nearly every piece of clothing in every store in the area. At each stop Matteo sat patiently, waiting for me to show him every item, then purchased those which he liked. Not once was I asked what I liked or wanted to wear, but I didn’t care. Anything was better than the dress that Madam had given me. Plus, everything was soft and caressed my skin as I pulled it on or walked around for Matteo to view. All very different from the rough material of the dress I was used to.
    Finally we made it to the last shop in the strip, and my heart rate tripled when I saw it was for lingerie and underthings that were smaller than I’d ever worn before.
    Sensing my hesitation, Matteo pulled me to a stop before we entered. He’d handed off every purchase to the waiting driver so both his arms were free to wrap around my waist and pull me firmly against him.
    “My favorite place. Only thing you need to remember is that no one here matters. You only need to worry about me and my opinion of what you are trying on. Plus, if you please me here, there is a reward in it for you,” he breathed against my throat. He dropped soft, sucking kisses against my sensitive skin and I softened in his arms. “Maybe I’ll join you in the fitting room and lick your pussy until you explode over my tongue or dick. Or perhaps I’ll fuck you in the stall and let everyone know how much I like what you had on. Would you like that? Me sneaking past the employees so I can fill you with my big, hard cock? Make you scream so loud everyone in the shop has no doubt about what we’re doing? Or would you rather I ram my dick down your throat until I explode and fill your mouth with my come because I’m too turned on to wait until we’re somewhere private?”
    “Anything you want, Matteo,” I moaned as he rocked his hips against mine, shoving his erection against me. Oddly, I meant it. Knowing he was so excited and turned on by simply the thought of what I could be trying on made my pussy dampen and the rest of my body jitter with nerves, hoping I could hold up to the images he had in his mind of how everything would fit.
    He swore in Italian as he thrust against my belly once more before pulling back and ushering me into the shop. Before long the woman helping us had an armful of tiny pieces of fabric and was showing me to a private area to try them all on. Matteo was instructed to wait out by the racks of clothing where a few chairs were located, but he simply laughed at the woman and followed me to wait right outside the door of my room.
    “Sir, I’m sorry, but you can not be back here,” the woman insisted once I was locked away.
    “Find your manager and bring her to me,” Matteo answered her, loudly enough that I heard it through the door.
    I heard her huff and the sounds of her retreating footsteps. Ripping my old dress over my head, I pulled on a pair of lacy