255. Tell Me What You Want

Are all your dresses this tight?" Jael asked directly into her ear. Mauve gripped her hair tighter, his hoarse voice echoing in her ear canal.

Jael was no longer sitting on the bed, he was standing behind her with his fingers lightly resting on her shoulders.

He pulled her head back as she managed a feeble head shake in response to his question.

"Hmm," he replied, moving his fingers across her shoulders.

He drew two lines with his fingers, tracing where the dress clung to her shoulders. Mauve tried to stay still, gripping her hair as she felt his cold hands against her skin.

He carefully pull the dress downwards on both sides, slowly letting it go done her arms and Mauve was forced to let go of her hair so the dress could easily slide down.