Last but not least; some lingerie

James slid a few more items through the changing room door, his voice a seductive murmur as he instructed her to try on the lingerie sets. "These are for our private moments," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to wear these just for me."

Felicity's heart raced as she took the first set from the small pile—a simple black lace bra and a minuscule matching thong. She had never felt so wanton before, but the thrill of it was undeniable. She stepped out of the bikini and pulled the thong up her legs, feeling the delicate material kiss her skin. The lace was so fine it was almost invisible, the thong barely covering her sex. The bra was equally as alluring, the cups made of the same sheer black lace that allowed her nipples to peek through.

With trembling hands, she took a selfie in the skimpy lingerie. Her hand was almost covering her mouth in a subconscious display of shyness, her eyes sparkling with nerves. She hit send, and the anticipation grew as she waited for James's reaction. The silence outside the changing room was deafening, and she could feel his eyes on her even though he wasn't there.

Her phone buzzed, and she grabbed it, her breath hitching in her chest as she read his message: "Fuck, you're so beautiful. That's what I want to see you in every night. You're mine, all mine. Show me the next one." The possessive undertone sent a thrill through her, and she felt herself growing wet with excitement.

Felicity picked up the next set, her trembling hands revealing a small red lace bra with equally tiny red thong, the delicate bows at the waist adding a playful touch to the otherwise seductive ensemble. She stepped into the thong, the fabric caressing her skin as she pulled it up. The bra was a masterpiece of seduction, the cups barely containing her breasts and leaving her erect nipples visible through the sheer fabric. She took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anxiety and exhilaration.

Holding her phone at an angle that highlighted her curves, she took a selfie with one hand resting gently on her breast. The red lingerie set her skin alight, making her feel like a fiery temptress. She sent the picture to James, her heart racing as she waited for his response.

Moments later, her phone buzzed. She read the message with a blush creeping up her neck. "Finally, you look like the slut I know you are," James wrote. Felicity felt a mix of shock and excitement at his words. The way he said it—like it was the most beautiful, desirable thing in the world—made her feel alive.

With trembling hands, she pulled out the next piece—a black lace bodysuit with stockings and suspenders. She had never worn anything so risqué, so overtly sexual before. But something about James’s dominance, the way he looked at her, made her want to please him, to be the woman he saw when he called her his slut.

Felicity stepped into the bodysuit, feeling the cool, delicate fabric slide up her legs and over her hips. She tugged it over her breasts, the lace cups offering a scandalous glimpse of her nipples. The suspenders attached to the stockings, which she rolled up her legs, feeling the smoothness of the nylon against her skin. It was like a second, sexier, layer of skin that made her legs look endless.

With a deep breath, she turned to face the mirror. The sight of herself in the risky attire was electrifying. The bodysuit hugged her in all the right places, showcasing her newfound confidence and the power of her submission. She took a selfie, the camera capturing the seductive arch of her back in the mirror behind her, the stockings framing her bare ass, and the suspenders highlighting her curves.

The phone buzzed with James's response before she could even put it down. "You're fucking perfection," it read, followed by a series of fire emojis. The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a rush of pleasure knowing she was satisfying his desires.

The final piece of lingerie was a stunning purple lace bra and thong set. The fabric was so delicate it was almost translucent, and the color was a deep, rich shade that made her green eyes pop. Felicity had never felt more nervous and excited to put on something so revealing. She knew James would love it, but the thought of his reaction made her cheeks burn.

With trembling hands, she slipped off the black lingerie and picked up the purple set. The thong was so tiny it was like holding a whisper of fabric, and the bra had intricate detailing that she knew would make her breasts look perfect. She stepped into the thong, feeling the coolness of the lace against her skin. The fabric was so thin she could feel the dampness between her legs. The bra cupped her breasts gently, lifting them up and pushing them together so that her small cleavage was on full display.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the mirror. The purple set was even more revealing than the black one. She could see the darkened tips of her nipples through the sheer fabric, and the thong barely covered her pussy. The lace trim around the edges was delicate and feminine, but the way it barely contained her made it feel anything but innocent.

Felicity held her phone out to take a picture, the camera capturing the way the bra pushed her breasts together and the thong barely covered her ass as it showed slightly in the mirror behind her. She sent the photo to James, her heart racing as she waited for his response.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately. "Show me the back you naughty slut," James's message read, his voice echoing in her head. "Let me see that perfect little ass of yours."

Felicity felt a thrill of excitement and fear mingle as she turned her back the mirror. She had never been so exposed, so **** before, but something about his command made her want to obey. She bent over slightly, pushing her ass out and took the picture over her shoulder, her cheeks flushing with the realisation of how much of herself she was showing him.

The phone vibrated with James's reply, his words a heady mix of desire and praise. "Fuck, you're perfect. That ass is mine." The words sent a bolt of pleasure through her, and she felt herself growing wetter, the fabric of the thong sticking to her folds. The power he had over her was intoxicating, and she craved more of it.

"Now, put your clothes back on and bring me all those outfits," James instructed, his voice firm. "Except for the black one-piece, that’s too conservative. I want to see you in all of those other sexy outfits on our honeymoon."

Felicity obeyed, her heart fluttering as she packed the clothes into the shopping bag. She felt a sense of accomplishment at having pushed her boundaries and a newfound excitement for their upcoming adventures. She stepped out of the changing room, the bag of dresses, lingerie and swimsuits in hand.