Chapter Fifteen
“You’re going to frighten me looking like that,” Alex said.
Jocelyn was at the window in her bedroom adjusting the garter on the black corset, the lace stockings in place at last. A black lycra skirt fit snugly over her hips, defining her bottom and every curve. The cream colored blouse drooped low in front, showing the full cleavage the corset created. The black showed distinctly through the creamy fabric, testifying to the darker woman underneath the otherwise subdued attire.
“This frightening you?” Jocelyn asked innocently.
“Severe is a good word,” Alex retorted.
“Severe is a good look for my purposes,” Jocelyn said. “I only wear this outfit when I want to take control.”
“And the hair,” Alex went on, noting Jocelyn’s curls were swept up atop her head in a neat conf
