Submissive Pleasures Ch 4

Larain stepped out of the shower completly clean walking naked to the garage. Knowing her cloths would be their when she got their. Walking through the kitchen, she heard the the chef chopping frantically on the butcher block. She looked up stopping momentarilyand saw he was looking at her with an exspression she couldn’t place. She wanted to test it, but after her little exploration with aaron this morning she wasn’t sure she would have the chance. She needed to get dressed and to Sears befor 12 and then back befor 330.

She walked into the garadge with a determained pace. Aaron had told her that she could buy whatever she needed, no limit, but it had to be approved by Mac. She walked into the garadge and put the towle on the table, the smooth mat under her feet a nice change from the cold marble in the kitchen.

She put on the old blue jeans and button down shirt with tennisues that had been washed at her arrivle. Aaron had told her that he threw out her cloths that were not sutabule for a heirs mistress. She needed a new wardrobe. She tried to argue her way out of it. But Aaron pointed out she didn’t have anyother option unless she wanted to appear befor the men in only thigh highs. Larain blushed at this and quickly dressed.

“Ready?”The question shook her out of her thoughts and she turned to see a well muscled Mac leaning up aganst the car in a black t-shirt and kakie pants. He looked handsome leaning against the car. But Aaron far out did him. She chuckled at the thought, and pulled on the last of her outfit, a fiber woven belt.


“Yes,” She bushed seeing Mac as she answered his question. She remembered this morning. The way Curtis had handled her so roughly and couldn’t help but get wet at the thought of what he did. Mac saw the blush and laughed to himself as they got into the car to go shopping.



She got in and buckled her belt. The car was smaller but nice. It was a mercadies, but she couldn’t tell you what kind. Though she was proud to be able to tell at least tell that much. Leaning forward when Mac started the car she turned on the radio and beoncey’s “Irriplaceabul” blarred through the speakers. Mac’s cheecks truned a bright red and he leaned forward fumbling over the radio to change the tape, only to turn to “If You Liked it You Shoulda’ Put A Ring on it”. He grummbled something uncomprehinsabul. Finally he turned the CD player to FM country.



Larain laughed at the reaction Mac had to the music. He glared at Larain and she stopped biteing her lip to keep the laugh inside. She still shook and this caused Mac to roll his eyes and a smile spread across his face as he watched her.

“Mmhm. Go ahead luv. Laugh all ya wants to, but keeps in mind I be the one that picks ya outfits out” Larain’s face went serious and shocked and it was Mac’s turn to smile and laugh. After a few moment’s of laughing Larain turned and joined in with him. She loved smileing and laughing. Mac seemed to be especially contagiouse to her. They rode to the mall talking happily of things. The pleasure she was reciveing and the person Aaron was. It made her happy to see one so light harted and she couldn’t help but be drawn to him. As though he were an old friend visiting after a long absence from each other.



They parked in the garadge mannageing to get a close spot to the door. Larain was happy with this. It would mean a short walk after they were done shopping. Walking though the doors they laughed and talked as Mac steered her toward the dress section and choose several different dresses for her, several sutes, heels of verieouse heel sizes and shapes, scarves and coats, then he started to lead to the undergarment section and stopped at the edge of the section, looking carefully.