Her Secret Betrayal by Jordan Bell

The
bustier was black and pink with boning to support my large breasts.
It laced in the back like a corset, but buttoned in the front. It
would have been pretty if I wasn’t filled with such dread.
    The panties, though. Oh, my god.
    Keyhole style panties that didn’t so much
cover anything but wrapped me like a very pretty present. A little
heart shape of fabric covered the middle of my bottom, barely hid
my most forbidden opening. From the heart stretched black silk
cords to my hips, draped prettily but completely revealing of my
large globed cheeks. The cords were decorated in tiny pink beads
which dug into my soft flesh when I moved and sat down. A thin
strip of silk covered the space between my legs and up over the
front, but none of it covered very well at all.
    Putting on the dress was difficult. It
halted at my breasts and the widest part of my hips. I shimmied and
adjusted until the beautiful fabric hung right across my plump
body. I’d never have considered wearing something like this, but I
was stunned by the beauty in the full length mirror of my bedroom.
It didn’t hide my imperfections, but the expensive dress didn’t
make they look so imperfect after all. I looked curvy and feminine.
Gazing at myself, I was shamefully impressed with Marcus’s taste
even if I hated him with my whole heart.
    I waited at my kitchen counter for the car
to pick me up. I went through my mail and discovered something I
hadn’t been expecting.
    An invitation to the Wonderland opening.
    I dropped the rest of my mail and held the
invitation between my fingers, purple, like the one I’d received
more than a week ago.
    The invitations had not been sent out.
They’d been stolen the day they were made. And, what as more
surprising, was that I hadn’t been on the guest list, according to
Taylor.
    But here was my invitation, despite all the
impossibilities of it.
    I slid the invite out, and a small receipt
fell out with it. I picked it up, turned over. A pick-up ticket for
a costume at a shop on Beltham Drive I’d never been to. Black
marker at the bottom left a single command.
    Wear this.
    A knock on my front door startled me and I
dropped the receipt and the invitation on the counter. A second
knock encouraged swiftness. I teetered in my silver heels and
hurried to open the door for Marcus’s driver.
    “Miss.” He nodded and I nodded and neither
of us said anything about how weird it was that Marcus didn’t
bother to come get me or that I was going out with him instead of
staying in. I grabbed my jacket and locked the door behind me. The
driver offered his arm which I accepted in case I went spilling
down the stairs in my impossible shoes.
    He opened the back door for me and I found
Marcus sitting stoically, staring out the passenger window opposite
me. My heart thudded heavy in my chest as I slid in beside him. He
turned his eyes to me, and down me, a look of approval sweeping
away the apathy.
    “You look gorgeous, darling.”
    I shifted, unable to get comfortable on the
beads on my underwear. I looked out the window and clasped my hands
over my clutch in my lap. “Don’t.”
    He slid closer, wrapped one arm around my
shoulders, the other he used to grasp my chin and yank my attention
back to him. Not hard, but firm, and he held me there like he was
chastising an obstinate child.
    “Remember your place, pet. Tonight who do
you belong to?”
    Sean. Always Sean.
    “You,” I replied flatly.
    He smiled, but the smile didn’t quite meet
his eyes. “We’ll see.”
    We drove the rest of the way in silence. He
offered no hint at where we were going, but we left the city night
life behind us and drove into a neighborhood I wasn’t familiar
with. Large, mostly empty industrial buildings loomed on both sides
and blocked out the sky. I stared at the unsavory feel of the
neighborhood. There were a lot of homeless hiding in the shadows of
the alleys.
    “Where are we going?” I asked, apprehension
working its way into my