His Slave

Chapter 18

A few hours later we were walking through the shopping centre, Michael having decided to join us as well. I pretended not to notice but he seemed to be walking very closely to Gemma, the two of them having exchanged more than a few smiles and jokes we weren't included in.

Gemma had first dragged us into a shop called Primark where she filled two baskets with tops, skirts, jeans, leggings and socks. We were walking over to the counters when a leather jacket caught my eye. I gasped and walked over, picking it up and turning back to see Harry looking at me amused.

"Please can I have it?" I gave him my best puppy dog eyes as Harry stepped forward. He took the jacket off me and inspected it before rolling his eyes.

"No." I pouted as he put it back before he turned to me, rolling his eyes again when he saw my face. "You can have one but you're not allowed a fake one. We'll go somewhere else after this to get you a proper leather one." He winked and pulled me under his arm. I grinned up at him and nodded.

"Okay Sir."

We got everything we needed there fairly quickly and then Gemma pulled us into Ann Summers. I blushed hard as Harry started flicking through the pairs of panties, picking out loads of pairs and throwing them in the basket Gemma had forced into my hands. He then moved onto the bras, picking out matching bras for the panties.

"I have no idea how you know my bra size but part of me really doesn't want to ask." Harry laughed and pulled me over to more of the lingerie. He picked out some baby dolls, throwing them into the basket as well before his gaze was caught by the wall of sex toys. I blushed as Harry pulled me along with him.

"Please can we go somewhere else?" I asked, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor, my cheeks burning.

"In a minute Princess, what do you think of this?" I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my head as Harry held up a buttplug with a sparkling blue gem on the base.

"Harry no!" I squealed, trying to grab it out of his hand only for him to give me a warning look.

"Just for that I'm buying one of every size and we are going to use them." I flinched at Harry's smirk and nodded, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else and watching as he did as he said he would. Once Harry decided he had finished loading up the basket we made our way over to the counter and paid for everything.

Harry put all the bags in one hand and grabbed my hand in his free one and tugged me out of the shop to where Michael was waiting.

"You okay Kiddo?" He grinned, putting an arm round my shoulders and pulling me into his side for a quick hug as we began walking. I nodded and smiled, looking for Gemma. "Gemma's meeting us in the restaurant." Michael answered my unasked question and I nodded, linking my arm with his. Within a few seconds Harry tugged me away and tucked me under his arm.

"Is someone jealous?" I giggled, looking up at Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow and looked down at me, not answering my question.

"Michael do you mind taking all of this to the car while we go to another shop?" Harry asked, handing the bags to my brother when the latter nodded in agreement. "This way." He pulled us into a designer store and I gasped at the price tag on the things we walked past. "How do you like this one Princess?" I saw him holding up a soft black leather jacket. I bit my lip and reached out, stroking the soft supple leather.

"Can I try it on?" I asked, looking up at Harry pleadingly. He smiled and helped me put it on. The jacket clung to me perfectly and I loved the look of it when I checked myself out in the mirror.

"You look hot." I made eye contact with Harry in the mirror to see him practically drooling over me. "Come on, we're getting you that." I squealed and spun round.