He gripped his wallet tight the second before he put it on the counter. The cashier looked at him inquisitively as he placed a box with an insipid price plastered across the top. The cashier opened the box, checking to make sure both of the red heels were the same size, and closed the box once more. “That’ll be $235.” His gut sank. He unwillingly paid for the shoes and tried avoiding eye contact with the cashier as he left the store, carrying the bag with the far too expensive, albeit extremely sexy, high heels in tow.

As he exited the store, he looked around and saw her. The girl whose feet would undoubtedly fit the shoes, considering she had pressed her old shoes against his face long enough for him to read the size while she demanded he remember the numbers, even as that smell entered his nose. Admittedly, he had had to write the size down on his wrist, but it was a necessity considering the risk associated with getting the wrong size or, God forbid, not getting a pricey enough pair. He had already let her see his cock, which wouldn’t be as much of a problem if she wasn’t so much younger than he. Couldn’t afford to piss her off or disobey her in any way. He got in his car and eyed her from across the parking lot and she finally made eye contact as she sat atop the hood of her car and dangled her old shoes, just as she had done above his face mere hours before. He was her slut, he’d have to buy her what she wanted for as long as she wanted to hold this over his head… Who knows how long that could be.

He sat in her empty drive way out of sight of any neighbors. Her parents had decided to take a long trip, leaving her in charge. Even at her age, her parents trusted her to be able to handle herself. Boy, if they only knew the half of it. Finally, he heard her old flats tapping against the sidewalk. He shook his head to try and physically scramble up the memories of those flats pressed against his nose, to no avail. She turned up the driveway and he made eye contact, it was all he could do not to drop his eyes to the floor. That would put him in trouble. She turned and went in the back door, leaving it slightly ajar for him to follow. At her age, there was no reason her ass should be shaped like that, which was one of the fucking reasons he was in this situation to begin with. He stood and grabbed the bag of shoes and followed her into the house.

As he entered the house and continued into its depths, he saw the only light in the house and approached it. Fuck. Her bedroom. He vividly remembered his only time entering that room, the time he was tutoring her in there with the door wide open and her parents in the kitchen, the time she demanded to see his cock or she would claim he had tried molesting her. She’d simply spit on his cock and rubbed it until he was hard as a rock, then pushed his cock away and went back to her book. He barely got his cock put away before her mother came in, smiling, for a progress check. She had him hooked.

He shook his head, again trying to remove the thoughts from his mind. He eyed the $235 heels in the bag, knowing that if he had just pushed her away that once, he would never be in this predicament. But she was irresistible. He turned the corner to her room, and saw her lying on her bed, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed, her flats balancing on her toes.

“Knees.” That was all she said.