#riding up your butt

She dressed for him, even when he didn’t tell her what to wear.

She hadn’t realised she was doing it at first, hadn’t realised that as each piece of clothing slipped through her mind she was dismissing it not because of her own inclinations, but because she knew how he’d react to it, and she was going after a very specific reaction. 

She wanted to excite him. She wanted to catch his eye, even when he wasn’t deliberately looking out for her.  Especially when he wasn’t deliberately looking out for her. She wanted to make him notice, when he wasn’t especially trying to. 

Even when he did tell her what to wear, there was something about the way she wore it that made it her own, forced his eyes to revel in the sight of her. But it was those times that he didn’t, when he gave her free reign, that his power over her was felt the hardest.