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exclusive shopping heart of Knightsbridge until we reached a very posh and frankly scary-looking shop.
    “Darren, I don’t know if they’ll have anything—”
    “Oh, trust me, they will.” He smiled.
    Hesitantly, I followed him in. If the models in the window were anything to go by I’d not get my left pinkie into any of the lingerie within, let alone the rest of my body.
    “Good afternoon, Margaret.” Darren greeted the shop owner with warmth in his gaze. “My friend is looking for a corset and matching items, what do you suggest?”
    I came under the probing gaze of the stern-looking older woman. My curves were assessed in short shrift.
    “Yes, I think she’d look good in the new style that’s just come in. Red, dark and sumptuous.” She walked out from behind her counter and over to one of the sparse displays. She pulled out a hanger and passed it to Darren.
    “Looks good. She’ll need to try it on,” he said turning the corset in his hands.
    Margaret nodded towards the cubicle at the back of the store. “Let me get the matching knickers and a nice pair of stockings for you to try on too.” She strode confidently to her stock and pulled out a few items. I didn’t think she looked at any labels before passing them over to Darren. “I’m out here if you need any help or a second opinion.”
    “Thanks, Margaret.” Darren grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the changing room. It was a large cubicle, the walls covered in sumptuous gold fabric. I felt like I’d entered a harem. A classy, scroll-framed mirror stood in one corner and a seat was placed diagonally opposite it. Darren sat down.
    “You’ll have to take all your clothes off,” he said with a smirk, “to try these on properly.”
    “Oh, I will, will I?” I shook my head teasingly. “Dirty old perv.”
    “Less of the old,” he crowed. “Now get your clothes off. I can’t wait to see you in this.”
    Funnily, I didn’t even think to disobey his command, because I wanted to do it. Teasing Darren with my nakedness in semi-public thrilled me.
    Eagerly I pulled off my T-shirt and my shoes and jeans followed suit. My cheeks filled with heat as I stood before him in just my underwear but his appreciative nod urged me on. I could feel the lust building in him, I could see it in how tensely he sat in the chair.
    I removed my bra, slipping the straps from my shoulders at the same time that I unfastened the back latch. I felt the cool air on my skin as I rolled down my knickers. I was completely naked with nothing more than a curtain or two separating me from a very public shop.
    “Stunning,” he gasped.
    “I’ve not put it on yet,” I giggled, wiggling from side to side and sliding my hands across my body to shield it.
    “I know.” He stood and whisked me into his arms to kiss me. I was very aware of our surroundings at first but soon I melted into the passion of his kiss. He could have fucked me right then and there and I would have let him but he pulled back and let out a shuddering breath.
    “The corset,” he said and turned to pull it down from its hanger. He worked diligently with competent fingers to press me into the garment and fasten it. I was stunned at how well it fitted. I hadn’t told Margaret my size, she’d only looked at me. I also wondered how many other women Darren had cinched into such garments—he certainly seemed well practised at it.
    “Stunning.” He stood back and admired me. My breasts stood up proud and boiled over the top of the soft silk that covered my waist and pulled attention to my ample hips. I gripped my fingers around my waist, amazed by how slim it seemed. The garment held me in tightly but not uncomfortably. I could get used to wearing it, I was sure.
    Once again Darren pushed himself up against me. His mouth ravaged mine and his hands ran freely up and down my body. I responded with gusto at first. I felt sexy and was incredibly turned on but when I felt the silken wall behind me and I