In a flash he had ripped off your pants, peeled your shirt off, and messed up your hair completely. He fumbled with your pant zipper, his hands shaking a bit which was totally unlike him. He must have been as worked up as you were, just not showing it. He was visibly shocked at the lacy outfit covering your body, and you knew he was pleased. You knew wearing this was a good idea. His facial expression turned into a grin and raised his eyebrow, tracing his hands over the silky material and giving your breasts a quick squeeze before moving down to your panties.
“Oh darling, you’ve gone and dressed up for me? How cute.. I must admit you look absolutely ravishing. This color looks fantastic on you!” He said excitedly. He was obviously pleased at your choice in fashion, as a man of fashion himself. You suddenly felt very confident in yourself and ran your hands down to his, pushing them down to your crotch and making his fingers rub you softly.
“Mmm, what’s this? You are truly a needy slut aren’t you.“ He removed your hands from his and pinned them over your head before moving to the side of your face. "Don’t move these, or there will be more consequences than you’re already getting.” he whispered into your ear with anger, and a hint of lust.