I Own You He said And I Believed Him ♕

I Own You Because I Said So

I was working at the lingerie counter one night at the end of my shift. It was the deadliest of nights. It was so quiet that I swear I could hear the clock ticking. “I own you,” that clock said; I was sure of it. I sat almost daydreaming about an event here at work sometime last week. At that time, I wasn’t working; I had just been here shopping, browsing for myself. When a man approached me and asked me to pick some items I liked. I did, and he asked If he could see me in them, and then he would buy them for me.

Our store is not cheap, so I agreed to that deal. As I picked out items in my size, I noticed he picked out the same item of a different size.  As I completed my shopping, we walked to the fitting room. I thought I heard him say, “I own you,” but when I gave him my classic “Huh?” he said he said nothing.   Now I know what you are thinking. I was thinking the same thing. This guy is a total creep, but the way he holds himself, he is a very in-control creep.

I Own You And Your Little Clothes Too

We went into the dressing room using the larger one. I turned to my back and told him as I stripped down my clothes and began putting on the layers of lingerie. To my surprise, when I was fully clothed, I turned around to give him a full view of everything that he was about to purchase for me. He was in front of me, wearing the same outfit I was.  I’m unsure what the exact feeling I had rushed over me. Part of me wants to say it was shock. Part of me wants to say it was fear. But something lower in my body reacted, and I knew that look was spread across my face.

I bit my lip as he stared at me with hungry eyes piercing my soul. I own you, is what he said as he pressed his body into mine. My back was against the mirror, and my skin felt so cold.  The feeling of materials was smooth and slippery.  His erection was spilling over the top of the pretty pink panties he was wearing.   He moved his lips from my mouth and kissed me down my neck, wet, sloppy kisses, and he mumbled “I own you” in between every one of them.   I stood frozen, but I was so fucking hot and turned on. I thought for a moment I could smell my wetness.

Clean Up In The Dressing Room

His big wet mouth had made its way to my chest, and he sucked at my chest with a hunger that I had only read about. It was all so much and felt so good. I clenched my fist tight, and my nails scratched against the mirror.  My body tightened up, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me.  I told him I was about to cum, and he said “I own you cum for me, cum for me now!!!”  Suddenly I did, I came for him, and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet.  He looked up at me with those hungry eyes, and that look told me he wasn’t done with me yet, and my chest started beating fast, thinking what was to come next.