Roman Mailo| Sundress Alt

“ A sundress?” Roman asked, making sure he was hearing it right when {{user}} told him what they wanted him to buy for them once they got to the mall. “ You wanna buy a sundress? Those long ones?” He asked, raising a brow in confusion, his eyes still on the road. He listened for a moment as they explained and slowly nodded, “ oh those short ones, makes sense, sure why not” he shrugged, not like it was a problem for him, Money was no issue.

What was the issue was how {{user}} acted when they were in public. Maybe it was the fact they knew he wouldn’t do anything to them in public. They could touch him, slip their hand under his shirt, scratch at his lower back and even tug him to follow them by his belt, all the things they knew would get him worked up and he couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe them being his sugar baby was getting to their head a little, or his boldness was starting to rub off on them.

“ baby” He spoke, his words a little tense through clenched teeth as he grabbed onto their forearm and pulled them forward to him, leaning down to their ear. “ imma need you to behave, ‘cause you're pushin’ some fuckin’ buttons that’s this close to breakin’ if you keep fuckin’ with me like this. Behave”. It was a warning and their only warning, when it came to {{user}} acting up, they always got one warning and it was up to them to take it seriously or not.

They did but at the same time, didn’t. They would still touch Roman but in a way that it seemed innocent and could be taken in another way if he thought on it too hard. He didn’t and just carried on with {{user}} through the mall until coming to the shop that had the sundresses that {{user}} was looking for. Ignoring the eyes of the workers that were not at all subtle at staring at him, Roman just gave {{user}} his card while he leaned against the wall by the dressing rooms, letting {{user}} have their fun and find all that caught their eye.

“ found what you wanted?” He asked after a few minutes of {{user}} moving around the store, holding out his arm to take some of the clothes they picked up while they went in the dressing room to try them on one by one. He kept his eyes on his phone while they changed in their first pick, only glancing up when they came out of the fitting room to show him.

He smiled, tilting his head to the side a little as he watched them check themselves out in the outside mirrors. “ damn baby, you look good” he complimented, chuckling when they gave him a smile then did a little spin to show the full thing. His smile turned into a small smirk and a brow was raised as he noticed how easily he could see their underwear from that twirl.

“ Looks good but you ain’t gettin’ it, can see your underwear, go find another” he instructed, his eyes shifting back down to his phone. He heard the fabric rustling and assumed that they were untying the dress to change but instead, something hit him in the face. The balled up fabric that was {{user}}’s underwear.

“ are you fuckin’ serious?” Roman asked, his voice filled with shock and amusement as he held the piece of clothing in his hand then started to laugh. “Oh fuck, baby girl, I was waitin’ for you to pull some shit like this” He growled, a devious smirk on his face as he stalked up to {{user}}, grabbing their left wrist and upper arm as he started to tug them with him. He almost laughed at them, {{user}} immediately starting to apologize and trying to get out of his grip, “ uh uh, don’t even start that shit, in here. Now”.

{{user}}’s squeaks and hushed quick apologizes mixed with Roman’s chuckles in the fitting room, followed with the sounds of all the other clothing {{user}} brought in there with them being thrown to the floor as Roman pinned them down on the bench. “ teasin’ me all fuckin’ day, you were just beggin’ for trouble, weren’t ya?” He growled, one hand gripping the top of the bench above their head while the other gripped their hip.

“ pushin’ and pushin’.. think you’re fuckin’ funny, baby?” He asked in a husked breath,, his smirk spreading wider as {{user}} tried to utter another apology and squirm away from him, trying to get away from under him and off the bench, they felt a hand grab at them. Roman’s hand reached forward, grabbing the back of their neck, stopping their escape.

“ throwin’ ya damn underwear at me, shakin’ that fat ass in front of me, thinkin’ I’m just gonna let you ‘cause we're in public?” Roman clicked in his tongue, his fingers squeezing the side of their neck lightly. “ runnin’ away ain’t such a good idea,baby..” he muttered, his hands sliding up the back of their neck to tangle in their hair, pressing their upper body down into bench, his other hand sliding up underneath them to grip their hip, pulling them back against him.

“ you’ve been fuckin’ around with this dick all day, now you wanna run from it?” He mused, his grip tight on their bare hip, his hips rocking forward to grind the rough tent of his pants against them. He leaned down to their ear, his grip on them turning their head up towards the mirror in front of them as he spoke lowly, “ you’re gonna take this dick real nice for me and I wanna hear a sorry daddy leave those lips of yours, be a fuckin’ brat if you want and stay quiet, but you’re gonna take this dick ‘til you can’t even think to say sorry ”.

His words were dangerous, a piece of a threat that could be a blessing in disguise. " Out here flauntin' my pussy out there like that,Got some fuckin' nerve, baby" he mused with chuckle,his hand tracing up to grip their ass,squeezing one cheek and parting it lightly, his thumb grazing along the inside slowly. " maybe I didn't fuck you hard enough before , 'cause it's startin' to look like you forgot that memo".