Wild night

(Fiona’s POV)

“I hate to break your fun time princess but we gotta go,”

“Princess?” My eyes widened, this was the second time he had called me that name and I hated that I loved it.

“I wanna show you something,” he disclosed.

“Aw, a little bit longer, pleaseeee…” I pleaded with kitten eyes but it didn’t work. He leaned closer and swiftly lifted me onto his shoulder, then clicked me into place with the seatbelt.

Leaving the park felt like stepping out of a dream I’d missed so much. My laughter still lingered in the air as we drove off, the taste of strawberry ice cream sweet on my tongue. Jalen stole a glance at me, his eyes holding a softness that made my stomach flutter. His silence was oddly comforting, and protective.

“Can I at least know where we are going?” I asked.

He glanced at me before parting his lips. “A clothing store. I noticed you’ve been wearing the same sets for a while now,” he muttered bluntly. But that ain't my fault, my parents ain't so caring to think I need a change of clothes.

Heat rose to my cheeks. “Are you saying I dress badly?”

“No,” he denied, and a small smirk formed on the side of his cheek. “I’m saying you deserve better.”

My heart drummed lightly against my ribs.

“Okay,” I said quietly.

The ride was calm, and the late afternoon sun painted the sky in soft golden streaks. When we pulled into the parking lot of an upscale boutique, I gasped lightly.

“Did we take the wrong turn? This place is expensive,” I whispered.

“Good,” he replied simply, getting the door for me as I stepped out of the car.

The store glittered with bright lights and elegant displays. Properly arranged fabrics gleamed. I scanned through the store, it felt new like I had never been in the outside world before. My mouth refused to close as I took in the beauty I was in.

The place smelled of perfume and polished wood. I wandered through the racks, eyes wide, fingers brushing against the silks, and satin dresses.

“You can pick anything you want,” Jalen said behind me.

“That’s dangerous,” I teased.

“I trust your taste,” he added.

The store attendant walked up to me with a smile on her face.

“I'll help you with whatever you want miss,” she offered and I smiled, choosing a few outfits before she led me to the fitting room.

I pulled the curtains behind me, and a dangerous smirk tugged on my face. I had plans.

I slipped into the first outfit—a short floral dress that hugged my curves softly—and stepped out slowly. Jalen sat majestically near a shelf of shoes, scrolling on his phone. He caught my gaze and froze.

“What do you think?” I asked innocently, spinning around for him to get a closer look and I could feel my ass wiggling as I spun.

His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his composure. “It looks good.”

“Just good?”

“Great,” he corrected, clearing his throat.

I hid a smile and returned to try another.

Next was a black bodycon dress with thin straps. When I stepped out, his eyes dragged over me before he forced them away.

“Too much?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Too… distracting,” he replied, choosing his words carefully.

I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. Teasing him was too easy and I enjoyed all his facial expressions.

I went back to try on the last cutest outfit. A soft, creamy satin dinner dress that opened the whole of my back and exposed a bit of my perky boobs. I went extra, packing my hair in a bun so I look like a snack. I didn't want him to focus.

Jalen’s fingers balled into a fist slightly at his sides the moment he saw me. A flicker passed through his eyes, it was raw, and hungry—but he swallowed it down, refusing to let it surface. I could see his gritted teeth flexing his chin. A sense of fulfillment engulfed me as I bit down my smile.

“That one,” he said. “Definitely that one.”

“You like it?”

“More than I should.”

“Do you want to help me unzip it?” I asked, turning my gaze to the ground immediately. My face burned. But before I knew it, he was already standing in front of me.

My breath hitched as he lifted my face to meet his gaze with his finger.

“Can daddy join?” he asked. His voice came out authoritative and dangerous. It was like I turned something on inside him.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Can you handle whatever happens in there?” he asked, his fingers tracing my lips, pushing them to the side. His stare got deeper, unreadable but I could tell it was dangerous.

My pussy twitched as I turned on my heels back to the fitting room and he followed behind me making sure the attendant wasn't looking—we might get in trouble if we were caught.

He pulled the curtains close and pinned my face to the wall, holding my hands tightly to my back.

I gasped, a moan slipping out of my mouth.

“Shhhh, no noise,” he ordered and I nodded, obeying him like a good girl. His fingers graced my body slowly and I arched to every touch. But I tried to suppress any sound I could make. I could feel my entrance wet and squeezing as he rubbed his finger on my clit.

“Fuck,” I moaned silently, but I could hold it when he pressed them into my tight entrance, pushing them deep inside me.

“Ohh….”

He quickly placed my hands on the wall, covering my mouth so I wouldn't scream. My body betrayed me as I leaned into his touch wanting more. He leaned closer to my ears, fingering me faster and harder.

“Hmmm you're so wet,” he groaned and I nodded. My eyes rolled over like they were going to be plucked out. It was too good.

“You're taking my fingers so well,”

“You're doing a good job,” his words were piercing, sending excitement down my spine. I could feel my orgasm rushing through my limbs. I wanted to scream but his hand remained glued to my mouth. He went faster and I lost it.

“Cum for me now princess,” he whispered again. As soft as his words hit, I obeyed his command like a slut. My body trembled as my juice dripped down my lap.

“Good girl,” he praised.

I just cummed on his fingers. He took them out, pressing them into my mouth.

“Clean up that mess you made princess,”

I licked off every single juice from his finger with my eyes closed, he caught my lips in and soft kiss before he pulled away.

“Get dressed princess, I'll be waiting,” he instructed and walked away.

I leaned against the wall, catching my breath as I replayed what just happened. It felt like I just unlocked something new. But I didn't want to keep him waiting so I slipped into my dress and rushed out.

We bought several bags of clothes, though I barely remembered choosing half of them. The moment we stepped back into the car, the air felt heavier, charged. Neither of us spoke on the ride home, but every silence felt like an unspoken sentence.

⸻

Back home, I went straight to my room, dropped the bags on the floor, and hurried into the bathroom, turning on the warm water. Thoughts raced through my mind as I washed away the long day, leaving my skin fresh and tingling.

I towel-dried quickly and stood before the mirror, my eyes caught the outfit I had purposely saved. A deep wine-colored satin dress, short, hugging, and impossibly soft against my skin.

Wearing it felt like stepping into another version of myself. A confident, and daring one.

I brushed my hair, letting it fall loosely over my shoulders. I was applying lip gloss when the door suddenly opened.

My breath stopped.

Jalen stood at the doorway.

He froze.

The shock on his face made the air between us crackle.

“Fiona…” he breathed.

His eyes traveled from my legs to the curve of my waist, to my lips. He didn’t hide it this time. The hunger was there—deep, scorching, and undeniable.

“You… you look beautiful,” he whispered.

My heart hammered as he stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. He walked closer until we were inches apart.

His hand rose to my cheek, fingers tracing my jaw with astonishing passion.

“Why are you wearing this?” he asked, his voice low, and strained.

“Do you like it?” I whispered.

He exhaled sharply. “More than I should.”

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was deep, desperate like something both of us had been holding back for far too long. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him. My fingers tangled into his hair, and everything else disappeared.

I was supposed to be tired from the one at the store, but I found myself wanting more.

“More, please,” I pleaded, and he hugged me tighter, it was magical, and for a moment we forgot everything else, focused on just the passion I felt smitten instead of guilt and I loved it.

When we finally parted, he rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard.

“You don't know what you're doing to me Fiona,” he whispered. “It takes a lot of principle for me not to press my length inside that wet little cunt right now,” he admitted, breathing heavily.

“I know,” I replied. “But you can take me,” I added, wrapping my fingers around his shaft.

“Hmm,” he groaned, biting down on his lips like he was holding back his moan. His eyes flickered at me. Thin and hungry.

But he stepped back slowly, forcing himself to gain control, then said, “You must be tired, it's been a long day,”

I nodded. “I want to show you something,” I said, picking up the canvas. I held it for him and he went hush.

“I wanted to give this to you earlier,” I said softly. “Before Marian came home.”

He took it gently, almost reverently, his thumb brushing over the edges.

His eyes softened to something warm and deep. “Thank you. This… means more than you know.”

My chest tightened.

We were still caught in that moment when a car door slammed outside.

Marian.

We exchanged a look—reality returning. We didn't realize it was dark outside already. Then, he stepped out of the room.

Dinner was painfully quiet. Marian sat stiffly, analyzing every silence, every glance, every breath. She sensed something but couldn’t place it.

When we finished, she left the table first.

I thought the night would end quietly without seeing him again. I greeted him and went to my room. I crashed on my bed, rubbing my swollen lips as thoughts of his soft kiss replayed in my head. Minutes later, a shriek echoed from their room. I jolted off the bed, quickly pressing my ears to the door but I could only hear their voices like they were faded.

“What is this?!” Marian’s scream got louder as she stormed down the hallway holding the canvas. Her face was twisted with fury.

“Give that back Marian,” Jalen snapped. But she ignored him before pushing my door open. Her eyes went straight to the shopping bags and her eyes went wide.

“You bought her clothes?!” she screamed at Jalen. “You’ve never even bought me clothes!”

Jalen stiffened, jaw clenched.

“I didn’t—” he began.

“Oh shut up!” she snapped, spinning toward me. My heart dropped as she approached, hoping for the worst.

She tossed me to the side, grabbed a blouse, and waved it wildly.

“You think wearing these will make him love you, hun? Stupid girl!”

She threw it to the floor and reached for the canvas, lifting it as if she intended to smash it.

“No!” I gasped.

Before she could move, Jalen grabbed her wrist.

His grip was firm, unshakable.

“That’s enough,” he said, his voice tremendous.

Marian struggled. “She’s ruining everything! Ain't you ashamed? She’s—”

“Stop,” he said sharply.

She tried pulling away but Jalen took the canvas from her hand and passed it to me.

Then, without another word, he dragged Marian out of the room. She screamed and kicked, cursing at him, but he didn’t budge.

He pushed her into their bedroom and locked the door behind her.

The keys jingled softly in his hand.

“Jalen,” I whispered, trembling.

He looked at me slowly, his expression still burning with protective anger.

“She won’t touch you,” he said quietly. “Not while I’m here.”

Then snap! A loud bang echoed through the hallway, and I jolted.