Kira Dress Novels & Stories

“So, who is this friend? If it’s Gia, I wish we would have gone someplace else–” I laugh, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Someone who made me the person I am today. I can’t wait for you to meet him.” At the mention of our guest being male, his eyes narrow. “Oh relax–Kira, don’t you look nice!” Kira shuffled out from behind Perrin, and I can’t help but admire her style. She’s wearing gray dress pants, a black t-shirt, and a black blazer. The tips of black, heeled boots poke out the bottom of her pant leg. It’s definitely not her usual style–but somehow, it still suits her. “Thanks.”

Her eyes glazed as she eyeballed me, “Xander, did I just get tricked by you?” I spread out my hands, “I can't say, but you tell me.” Kira glared at me, “this isn't funny.” “How is it my fault right now? I only asked you to get dressed for a ride. Not pull up like a princess, that you literally are. But, come on.” The laughter rumbled out of my throat thus time and I couldn't do anything to stop it. “You know what, you can go on your own. I will return to my room.” She mumbled in anger.

Kira came out of her car which was opened wide for her, her black boot heels hitting the wet asphalt before standing upright. She looked around the quiet area as she stood beneath the open twilight sky, her hips jutted out in a sexy, seductive pose, looking so high and mighty with her slim, hourglass figure which she was proud of. It was gloomy. She breathed in as the crisp night air passed by her which she felt due to the light cloth she was wearing. A black crop top, a black leather skirt, and knee-length boots.

Back in the hallway, I let Caroline flop to the floor like a used rag, my eyes locked on the only person that matters in the whole world. Caroline was wheezing, crying, clutching her throat, mascara running in black rivers. I didn’t even look at her again. My legs were already moving. Kira stood ten feet away, flanked by two nervous maids who looked ready to faint. She was wearing a simple silver dress…nothing flashy, just soft fabric that hugged her waist in a way that had me salivating. They’d pulled half her hair up in a messy twist, the rest falling in thick waves around her face. She looked classy, expensive, and still a little dangerous.

I was literally dressed to kill and my mother really out did herself. I sat in front of the dressing mirror in me and my mate’s room trying to calm my raging nerves. I had just finished applying mascara on my eye lid and a rouge red lipstick when Kiara walked in with a small smile on her face. She was dressed in a sheer crème dress that flowed from under her breast to her feet. With slits at each side and her hair in bouncy curls. Her dress though was sleeveless which put the tattoos on her arms out on display too. We had a few matching tattoos. I got the view of the back of her dress when she turned to close and lock the door behind.

Kiera finalized after some seconds. “Yay!” Iris managed to exclaim before pushing Kiera towards the bathroom. “Go wash up while I pick out something lovely for you to wear.” Saying this, she was already diving into Kiera's closet. After some moments of rummaging, she pulled out a pink and blue sequined dress, her grin widening. "Perfect! You're wearing this!" Kiera hesitated, memories associated with the dress flooding back. "Iris, that's the same dress I used to have. I... I don’t feel comfortable."

Had it been anyone else, the person would’ve gotten his fit of warning. I looked at Arda to find him nodding at the door for me making me frown in confusion. Following his gaze, my eyes widened when I saw Kiara walking out of the house wearing a short black dress. It was tight around her body, hugging it perfectly. The dress was strapped, however, it exposed just enough of her chest to make any man drool at her feet. Her hair was pulled into neater curls, and she wore light makeup which made her skin glow. She smiled at me and nodded at my siblings who smiled. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I needed to add a few touch ups”

Lucky for him, I’m too focused on the type of dress I should buy to care. After an evening of shopping in the women’s section long enough for the saleswoman to give me questioning looks, I finally find the best dress for Kira. Deep blue with a plunging back and spaghetti straps. She would look perfect in this, of course she would. But again, Kira would wear a sack and still look phenomenal. I send the dress to her apartment with an invitation to the banquet and let out a breath of relief. Finally, after a week of restlessness, I will be able to catch adequate sleep.

Kira had spent hours convincing me to wear that dress and another hour meticulously getting me ready. The satin hugged every curve of my body down to my hips, where a slit opened in the middle of my thigh, revealing my leg. The deep neckline revealed only what was necessary, while my back was covered by delicate lace in floral patterns. Kira thought it would be better to leave my hair loose, pinning only the side as if I'd casually tucked it behind my ear. The look was completed with long platinum earrings and shiny black high-heeled shoes. Nothing about that outfit was comfortable, but every detail had been thought out with a purpose. To draw attention.

Ten hours earlier: Kira: I've gone out for drinks with my four friends. I’m wearing a very short, black and tight dress, I didn't even bothered to put on abra. Under the dress I wear a red thong. I also wear hyper high redheels. I haven't fucked someone in weeks. Withdrawal is taking its toll on me. My libido is out of control, so much so that I'm hallucinating with Patrick Amíntoros