Somewhere local; it feels almost like a date; until he watches her change.

James drives them to the store, and Kendall watches him on the way. He is imperfect, obese and heavy-featured. Sometimes, when looking at him, she sees a neanderthal. He is all primality, just rage and instinct, and yet that arouses her. She eyes his crotch, his manhood densely packed into his pants, and imagines him hard. Only minutes ago he was inside of her, flooding her, filling her, and already she wants him again.

He leads her again at the store, walking with his hand around her waist. She never let him walk with her like this when they were dating. Now, he holds her like he owns her and, after two days of rough sex with him, Kendall has come to believe that he might. She still loves Jackson, but she knows that James’ possession of her is absolute. Her inability to refuse him is reason enough, but the pleasure he offers for her obedience is nothing to ignore.

Her breasts ache from how hard he groped her, and so do her hips and ass. She is sure that his big, rough hands have bruised her all over. Her pussy begins to ache, too, as the numb fades. Her legs remain weak beneath her and, heart hammering in her chest, she worries that they might be seen. Jackson works at another store, but their town is small, and gossip spreads quickly.

Leading her by the waist, James walks her through the store, straight to women’s clothing. There, he stops and begins digging through the racks. No one interrupts them, no one meets them on the way. James is a big man and stands tall above the clothing racks, and Kendall feels small beside him and distinctly feminine.

James talks with her as he shops, and Kendall follows him like a ****. “If you’re gonna be my slut, then you gotta dress like a slut.” He picks out low-cut tops for her, most of them white and thin enough to show her nipples. He also grabs her the shortest shorts of her life, ones that ride so high that they will hardly hide her bubble butt from view. She had briefly entertained the idea that he would come seeking lingerie to dress her up, but staring at him, she realizes that James would never be so kind.

Once Kendall’s arms are full, James takes her by the hair and drags her to a dressing room. There, he shoves her inside before following her in. Kendall unloads what she has onto the seat inside before turning to face him. The dressing room is small, and she can smell James’ sweat thick in the air. Where it was once repulsed her, it now arouses her. She stammers as she stares up at him. “You can’t be here.”

James laughs and locks the door behind him. Turning to her, he swats her on the pussy, sending a shiver echoing through her body. “Shut up and show me what we got.”

Recognizing the futility of arguing, Kendall obeys. She strips naked and models each article for him, letting him narrow the choices. James favors cheap and revealing and touches her whenever he pleases. She picks out a number of low-cut tank tops too thin to be called clothes and a pair of booty-shorts to go with each. When finished, she has a week’s worth of slut wear and only a single camisole, and that only because it hangs so perfectly from her breasts.

Then, James makes her strip naked and sits staring at her while she stands before him fully exposed. He turns her, groping her ass and swatting it once while staring up her back at her. “Fucking thick,” he says, and he holds her ass cheeks apart. “But shaving won’t be enough. I don’t even want any fucking stubble, got it?” As he speaks, he thumbs the folds of her vagina, and Kendall has to brace against the changing room walls for support. “You’re gonna wax, all of it, including your asshole. Don’t want this nasty ass hair distracting me when you ride me.”

Just the teasing of his thumb has her on the edge of orgasm. Closing her eyes, Kendall imagines people listening outside. James speaks crudely and without room for argument. He has already paraded her around the store like his favorite pet. Now, he is demanding how she should groom for him. She really is his slut now, and she cannot ignore how much that turns her on.

James swats her ass, drawing her back to him. “I gave you orders.”

Kendall, breathing through a moan, answers, “Yes. Of course, James. I’ll get it waxed.”

“Legs, arms, and armpits, too.” James spanks her on each word and then squeezes her cheeks again, holding them apart to stare at her wet, pink flower, still stretched from his time inside of her. “I expect my bitches to be clean for me.”

Kendall, panting, nods. “Right. I’ll get it taken care of.”

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