Page 24 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
“This is Ella Lorde, by the way. Her husband, Theias, has been an acquaintance of our men for many years, it seems. Ella is also the one who owns 1990, the Italian joint you love so much.” Piper grins from ear to ear.
“I love that place!” I gush, while she offers a hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ella. I may be from Vegas, but I feel like I know hardly anyone.”
“You’re in luck then, because once we knew you guys were getting married and how much you enjoyed the restaurant, we offered up catering.” Ella’s eyes wander around the room before landing on the dress now hanging from the bed. “He’s going to eat you up in that.”
Turning around to get a look at the garment, a gasp escapes me as I see the blood-red dress for the first time. The lace appears sheer, embroidered with floral motifs and abstract beading that glistens in the light as the seamstress turns it for me to catch every angle. The asymmetrical hem is short, starting just below one hip and cutting across the front and back to land at mid-thigh on the opposite leg. It’s quite short, and very sexy, and I’m not at all surprised this is what Daddy chose for me.
No sleeves, no straps, sweetheart neckline. It shows more than it covers. The train is detachable, and the tiny pearl buttons only clip up to mid-back.
“We’ll be lucky to get you two through the ceremony,” Ella whispers. “Now, let’s get you ready.”
The girls spend the afternoon being pampered with me. Our nails get done, our hair expertly styled, and the makeup is applied by a showgirl artist in town. We’re fitted for shoes, jewelry, and lingerie, and while I had believed this was supposed to be aHalloween party, Piper assures me it was always meant to be a wedding with Halloween elements.
“Do you know if he invited my father?” I can’t meet Piper’s eyes because I already know the answer. Dad ditched dinner last weekend, so I doubt he’ll be here tonight.
“He’s here,” Piper says, but there’s something in her tone.
“But…”
She sighs, and she and Ella share another look. “He doesn’t know it’s you who’s being married. There are things your husband needs to explain to you, and I had hoped he would have by now.”
“Like what?” Whatever it is doesn’t sound good.
“You have to tell her.” Ella plants her hands on her hips.
Piper plops down on a settee. “You remember my wedding night, right? Galen was Marcus’ brother; I had no idea. It was all a whirlwind.” I nod. That was one hell of a shocker. But I don’t have any exes for something like that. “Do you remember you told me that if I loved him and could see a future with him, then the rest could be talked out after?”
“It was the happiest I’d ever seen you.” I sit down next to her, while Ella takes the spot on her other side.
“Well, your father stole your mother from him.”Not what I was expecting Piper to say.“He could have been your father.”
My nose scrunches up, and I’m sure I’m making the weirdest face because Ella fights to hide a laugh. “Okay, wait…so he was in love with my mom?” The revenge he’d wanted against my father makes a sick sort of sense now. “He was with my mom.”
“Well, not technically…they were a couple, for a short time. He told Galen they’d never been intimate…in the bedroom.”
“I never loved her.” We all swivel at Daddy’s voice; he’s standing in the doorway. “Not the way I love you. I cared for her, I wanted her happy, and I thought I was in love.” Cautiously, he moves forward. “Could you all give us a minute, please?”
It’s not really posed as a question, and from the look in his eyes, he’s about to do anything necessary to prove his words are true. But I don’t need that; I believe him. I know this man so intimately that if he were to tell me the sky was green, I’d believe every word he said because there would be a reason behind it.
Springing to my feet when he’s an arm’s reach away, I jump into his arms and shock him with a ferocious kiss. Forcing my tongue into his mouth, I can say so much more this way than words ever could.
I hold his head tight while his hands grip mybare ass under the robe, devouring my man before drawing back slightly. “I’m yours, Daddy. Your girl, your lover, your submissive, your wife. Nothing will change that.” I’ve never felt so powerful in my life, and it’s all because of him. “You’re my Daddy, and I was born for you. I know that now.”
“Jesus Christ, sweet pea. Do you have any idea how hard that fucking hits me?” Giggling, my hair flutters around us as I shake my head, displacing some of the tightly pinned curls. “What I feel for you is much more than love, more than obsession or possession. My world starts and ends with you. If you tried to run today, I’d have chased you and locked you away because you are never leaving me. Are we clear?”
Sighing, I press my lips to his again. “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours.”
“Good, now get that fucking dress on because you’re about to be tied to me for life.”
Sliding down his body, I drop the robe and stand before him in nothing but a pure-white thong, with matching garter belts on each thigh, and leaking nipples.
He groans and cups each breast before bending to latch on and suck the dripping cream into his mouth. I had no idea how erotic this could be, but Daddy has mastered the art of making me come from sucking mynipples alone, so many times. It’s addictive and dirty and has become a deep, dark craving.
A knock on the door escapes us both until my eyes open to a man clearing his throat. His face is emotionless, but his eyes are glued to where Daddy suckles from me.
“Daddy,” I whisper, and the stranger's eyes dart to mine.
For a second, I recognize longing there before his mask falls back into place. Daddy doesn’t withdraw immediately, but takes his time, licking up the cream from my breasts before dropping a kiss on my lips and turning around.
