Bright and early the next morning, Rosa allowed Cristiano to accompany her to a high-end adult boutique in the Retiro district. The boutique was named Afrodita after the Goddess of Love. Rosa's steps felt infinitely lighter as she strolled the charming, bustling streets of Madrid alongside Cristiano. It almost felt like they were embarking on a date of sorts. Much of darkness from the night before was chased away by the golden Spanish sunshine, and it wasn't too difficult to ignore all of her unhappy, complicated thoughts for the time being. 

There was work to be done, after all.

The moment they stepped through the doors of Afrodita, sex was everywhere. An enticing display of designer lingerie greeted them in various shades of silk and lace. Pearly ivories, petal pinks, sinful blacks, and serpentine greens colored the boutique like a sensual rainbow. Toys, toys, and more toys of all shapes and sizes also lined the shelves and walls. It was a well-curated selection meant to satisfy even the pickiest of pleasure seekers.

To Rosa, it felt as though she had stepped away from reality into a world of fantasy. All of sudden, she was free to simply enjoy Cristiano's company and give into her attraction to him.

If only for a short while.

Rosa stole a wry glance at Cristiano. In return, a lazy, knowing smile spread across his face as their eyes locked. Already, tensions began to rise. Her skin grew warm and tight with anticipation. Desire sang between them like a song only they could hear.

She started wandering around the boutique to peruse the array of bras and panties and corsets and bodysuits. He followed closely behind her but didn't say a word or offer any opinions as she picked out some pieces and put back others. She could feel Cristiano's gaze boring into her, though, the whole time. The man was clearly very invested in each and every one of her choices.

Probably because, soon, he would get to ogle her body in each and every one of these little scraps of silk and lace.

Last night, Cristiano said that he wanted to see her in a 'lacy black number.' Rosa kept this thought in mind as she settled on her three final options. All of them were black. The first was a bra and panty set made of barely there lace. The second choice was a leather bodysuit. The final one was a silk and lace corset with a matching panty.

Rosa requested a private dressing room. An attractive, dark-haired saleswoman led them to the back of the boutique.

In Spanish-tinged English, the saleswoman asked Rosa, "Do you require any more assistance?"

Rosa shook her head. "No, thank you."

"Bien," the saleswoman replied, casting a flirtatious look in Cristiano's direction. "Let me know if you need anything, señor."

Cristiano kept his eyes on Rosa even while he replied to the saleswoman, "I have everything I want in front of me. You can go now."

A wicked sense of glee bubbled in Rosa's chest at the clear message he had sent to the other female, but she took care not to let her smugness show. Not too much, at least.

Giving both Rosa and Cristiano a curt nod, the saleswoman excused herself and left them to it.

Rosa stepped inside the dressing room and held the door open for him. "Are you coming in... or not?"

He arched an eyebrow. "I did not know I was invited?"

She laughed and started to shut the door. "Suit yourself, mon beau."

Smirking, his hand shot out, catching the door before it closed. He strode into the dressing room with quick, sure footsteps.

The door closed behind him with a 'click.'

Immediately, Cristiano's height and mass ate up most of the space. The dressing room wasn't very large at all. At most, an arm's width gap separated them. As Rosa lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, the enclosed walls around them felt slightly too close for comfort.

Almost too intimate.

Rosa hadn't felt so very drawn to a man, physically or emotionally, in years. Again, it made her feel alive. It made her crave things she shouldn't crave.

Without removing his devil-black eyes from her, Cristiano leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

In low tones, he drawled, "Why are you just standing there, Rosa? Don't you have something to try on for me?"

"Someone is a bit," she remarked, "impatient."

Cristiano grinned shamelessly. "Can you blame me? Look at you."

His words charmed her as a look of boyish mischief flashed across his face. For a moment, it made him appear younger. More carefree. Playful. Far less burdened. She vowed to tease him as much as possible. She liked this look on him. Very much. Too much.

A second later, Rosa's slender fingers began to unbutton her blouse at an unhurried pace. His eyes followed her every movement. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. The fabric puddled at her feet. Then, in a provocative, stripper-like manner, she unhooked her bra and stepped out of her underwear.

Cristiano's jaw ticked. His nostril flared. But he said nothing. He simply stared. And stared. And stared. Drinking in the sight of her like a man high on lust.

A powerful, fervent need thrummed between them.

Goosebumps prickled Rosa's bare skin. Cool air brushed against the folds of her naked sex. The dark tips of her full breasts pebbled under his hungry gaze.

She reached for the lacy bra and panty set first.

After Rosa finished putting it on, she gave him a demonstrative twirl and glanced over her shoulder to ask, "What do you think about this one for tonight, mon beau? Do we like it?"

The lace was very sheer. All of her nudity was pretty much on full display.

Cristiano reached over to grasp her hip, pulling her towards him. "Let me take a closer look."

His hand slid up the side of her waist to palm one of her breasts. Over the thin lace barrier of her bra, his thumb began to draw light circles around her nipples. Rosa released a soft gasp of pleasure. She shivered at his touch.

"Yes," he whispered in hoarse tones, "I like this one. I want to buy it for you."

"Are we done, then?" she asked softly. "You have made your choice?"

"No," Cristiano growled, "this one is not suitable for tonight."

Rosa frowned. "Non?"

"No," he confirmed. "Show me another."

The corners of her frown turned up in a sly curve. "May I ask, why this one is not... suitable?"

"I want you to wear this one," he explained with a possessive gleam in his eyes, "only around me. No one else."

She rose on her toes to press a light kiss upon his neck, whispering against his skin, "That—can be arranged."

Cristiano released a happy grunt of approval.

He helped her into the leather bodysuit next. Drawstrings along either side of Rosa's waist held the suit in place. The leather clung to her curves like a second skin, and the crotch of the suit rose high on her hips. Half of her derrière was pretty much hanging out. A large diamond-shaped cutout adorned the chest area, providing onlookers a generous snapshot of the deep, swelling V of her cleavage.

"What do you think?" Rosa asked.

"I like it. I will buy this, too," he murmured in distracted tones. "But I want to see the last one before we leave."

It seemed the man's iron-willed self-control was beginning to crumble. His hands kept roaming up and down her back, drifting lower every now and then to give her bare ass cheeks an appreciative squeeze.

Once Rosa peeled off the bodysuit and pulled on the corset and panties, she could already tell from Cristiano's shrewd and mesmerized expression that—

"Wear this one," he commanded.

Rosa hummed, "Is this the winner?"

Cristiano nodded. "It's perfect for what we must achieve at the Pigmalión."

He wasn't wrong.

The corset was surprisingly comfortable as far as corsets went. Even though it fit her like a glove, the boning didn't dig into her flesh at all. The alternating panels on the corset, some solid silk and some see-through lace, showed enough to tantalize but not enough to scandalize. The corset pushed up her tits until they looked twice their usual size. Her waist looked tinier than ever, flaring out like an hourglass to showcase the curves of her hips and ass.

As Rosa admired her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. Not because of how good she looked in the fucking corset. But because of the intent, adoring way Cristiano kept looking at her while he stood behind her.

As though she was beautiful.

Desirable.

Perfect.

After Rosa changed back into her own clothes, they stepped out of the dressing room together to pay for all three of her lingerie picks.

As they walked towards the front end of the boutique, Cristiano placed a gentle hand on Rosa's lower back and murmured into her ear, "Wait for me at the register. I need to grab something real quick."

She glanced up at him questioningly. Her brow furrowed by a fraction. "What else do you need?"

Not surprisingly, his handsome face remained inscrutable. "You will see."

Rosa went to the register first. Cristiano reappeared at her side a few minutes later. He placed a small, discreet black box beside their other purchases.

"Please ring this one up as well," he told the saleswoman.

"What is it?" Rosa inquired, eyeing the box with unmasked curiosity and concern.

The saleswoman gave Rosa a small smile. "Do not worry, señorita. This model is one of my favorites. It can be controlled through a phone. You are a lucky woman. I believe your man is about to show you a very good time..."