She stops when her hem hits mid-thigh.
“Keep going, baby.”My voice is guttural, strangled.It doesn’t sound like my own.“Let Daddy see.”
She lifts her hips and hikes her dress up the rest of the way, bunching it around her waist.She’s wearing a lacy thong, the fabric barely there, temptingly transparent.
Without a word, I drop to the floorboards in front of her.I spread her knees apart.Leaving her thong in place, I lick over and around the fabric.She tastes so fucking sweet.
“Dmitri—Daddy—fuck, oh—” She threads her fingers through my hair, gripping my head.
I use two fingers to move her panties aside, sliding them through her wetness.
She clenches around me and lifts her hips.“Daddy…more.”
The car stops.I glance out the window to see the creamy stone facade of Hotel Rosa Roja, a glorious old hotel in the Salding district.
“We’re here.”I get back on the seat and start tugging Leah’s dress down.
She tries to push me back to the floorboards.“Noooo.I was almost there.”
“Sorry, baby.We have a party to go to.”I lick my fingers and find a cleaning wipe in a door compartment.Wiping away the evidence, I say, “Small talk with strangers.”
“Making friends.”Her voice is mock stern.“And it could wait ten seconds.”
“Ten seconds, huh?That was all you needed to come?”
She glares at me.
“Aw, so sad.”I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the privacy glass.My eyes are glazed with lust, but my smile is calculating.Evil.“We’ve arrived, baby.Time to get out of the car and make small talk with strangers.”
* * *
Leah
We walk into the hotel, where a woman at the door checks our tickets.My legs are shaking with repressed lust.Friction builds with every step I take.
Dmitri gives me a knowing smile.“Sorry about those ten seconds.”
I brush a hand over his shoulder.“You’re a cruel, cruel man, you know that?”
“I try.”
When we step into the dining area, I can almost—almost—forget the crazy arousal Dmitri caused in me.The place is beautiful in a palette of gray, pink, and silver.At least two hundred people dressed in tuxes and beautiful gowns mingle at the tables and the edges of the room.A classical ensemble plays in the corner.The music is a gentle background to the conversation and laughter.
It's hard to believe that I, a nobody who was barely scraping by, am wearing a fabulous gown and taking part in an event of this caliber.I half expect the woman who checked my ticket to rush after us and tell me there’s been a mistake.
“Incoming brunette who looks like she’s going to hug you.”Dmitri subtly nods to our left.
Sure enough, Olivia, decked in a gorgeous magenta gown, is hurrying toward us.She throws her arms around me.“Leah, you made it!”
“Of course.”I hug her back.Her enthusiasm is contagious.“There are so many people here!”
She glances around and smiles broadly.“There are a fair few.I’m so lucky to have the support of my friends—and my husbands’ friends.”
“Do you three know everyone in San Esteban?”I ask.
She laughs.“Not a chance.Half the people here bought tickets with business names, anyway.It makes it hard to track who our friends are—which is why I’m so grateful you came.You look amazing, by the way!”
“You too!”I step back so I can better admire her.The strapless gown flatters her curves, and her lipstick and shoes match the deep pink.“The pic of your dress didn’t do it justice.It looks even better on you.”
