by Lucy Lixx
As his fingers trailed around my waist, I shivered. This was incredibly naughty as we could get caught at any moment. Each lace came undone slowly, tickling the space between my thighs with anticipation. I bit my lower lip while watching his eyes dance over my body. Once he untied the strings, he eased the dress down and knelt on the ground before me. I watched with wonder as his tongue traced the outline of my vulva through my panties, gasping when he bit the fabric to pull it off.
The spell he had over me was tantalizing. I didn’t want to say no, but I also didn’t want to get caught. Regardless of that initial guilt, I was dying to feel his tongue on my sweet flower. He slid between my petals, the warmth from his lips causing me to cover my mouth to stifle a moan. Spreading my legs apart, he lapped at my juicy nectar, savoring the taste quietly as I fell into a state of utter bliss. Another knock came at the door which frightened me, but Dallas didn’t stop.
“Are you alright in there?” asked the clerk.
“Yes, I’m fine!” I replied, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
“Let me know if you need anything,” she said.
“I will. Thank you!” I said through a smile.
I looked down at Dallas who was staring right back, conveying a mischievous grin with his eyes. Another lick sent me spiraling into a fit of shivers. There was nothing to grip around me. My hands searched in a panic for something to hang on to as I fell deeper into the rabbit hole. This would be the point where I would stop caring, where getting caught wasn’t so much a threat as it was an enticing fetish. As he dove down beneath the folds of my petals and sucked slowly on my engorged rose bud, I grabbed his hair.
One more lick sent me into a frenzy, my head moving side to side as I reached climax. Every stroke caused my hips to lunge forward and my heart to race harder. I couldn’t keep quiet for much longer. This was far more exciting than simply stroking myself in my room where I could easily use the pillows as a way to silence my moans. I grabbed my blouse that was sitting on the chair and nearly tumbled over as I squealed into the fabric, biting down on the cotton as my orgasm came in waves.
Dallas smiled when he pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I panted against the wall, trying hard to catch my breath while remaining quiet. I smirked.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Seemed like a good idea,” he replied with a chuckle. “Now try on the purple dress. I do want to see how it looks.”
I picked up the gown that he had dropped and pulled it over my head, Dallas helping me with the zipper. He admired my reflection while pulling my hair up into a bun.
“This is perfect,” he whispered. “We’re getting this one.”
The dazzling sparkles around the edges of the gown were remarkable. I couldn’t imagine wearing anything less gorgeous than this. I hoped my mother would like it, too. The thought of my mother made me cringe, my eyes darting down to the ground out of fear. I almost didn’t want to face her later, but I knew it was important to go to the premiere. I put on a smile and pushed through the rest of the day, focusing on the joy that would be on her face when she sees my new gown.
After grabbing a bite to eat, we returned to the mansion where time seemed to zip right past me. My mother came home around 6:00 PM and sent us into a frenzy of getting ready, saying she had the limo on the way and that we needed to be ready within thirty minutes. I pulled on my new gown, made up my face, and put on a pair of sparkling heels that we had purchased along with the dress. I wasn’t sure how to do my hair, so I went out to ask my mother if she would do it.
“Oh, Maddy!” she cried in the hallway. “You look so beautiful!”
I thanked her for the compliment and she pulled me down the hall to her room where she sat me in front of her vanity and started pulling my hair up into a stylish bun.
“How was your day with Dallas?” she asked.
Ravishing, I thought with a hint of guilt.
“It was wonderful. He helped me pick this dress,” I replied.
“That’s lovely. It’s such a good shade for your skin and we’ll have your hair done in no time. Are you excited?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. I can’t wait to see one of your creations,” I responded, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
My mother waved her hand, blushing a bit.
“It’s not even the best one, but I’m excited, too. These premieres always make me a bit nervous. I’m being judged for so much,” she explained.
As she went on, I watched her hands move with my hair, expertly pulling it into place with a bobby pin. She sprayed a little hairspray and then took my shoulders, leaning forward to ask how she did.
“It wonderful, mom,” I said. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Let’s go! We need to get there before 7:00 PM,” she said, hustling me from the chair and out the door.
We ran through the parlor and hopped into the limo, my mother and Dallas sitting on either side of me. When we arrived at the theater, the area was packed with people taking photos and fans waving. I didn’t realize my mother had such celebrity status.
“Just smile,” said my mother. “And follow my lead.”
She exited the car first, waving to the crowd before holding her hand out to me to pull me out of the car. I stepped out on the red carpet. This would be my first time in front of the media. Cameras flashed in every direction as photographers yelled my mother’s name. Dallas came out of the car behind us and joined my mother, our arms interlocking as we walked up the carpet. We stopped once to take photos for a man dressed in a black suit, posing elegantly in front of the movie poster that my mother had designed.
I followed her into the theater which was already crowded with other celebrities, flushing as I watched them chatting politely. Did I look alright? My mother took my hand, assuring me that everything was fine. I felt a little faint. We sat in the front row and I played with a loose strand of hair, feeling incredibly out of place even though I looked the part. Although Dallas had turned me into a Hollywood woman, I still felt like the dull country bumpkin from the east coast who knew nothing about the LA lifestyle and how to act.
This was going to be a long night.
Chapter Six
The premiere was a huge success. My mother was incredibly proud of her creation and I would have been happy had her and Dallas not been necking the entire time next to me. It was disgusting. I could hear their lips smacking together and it enraged me, the green monster returning in full force. All it did was inspire an attitude of revenge. Before the movie ended, I excused myself to the restroom and ran from the darkness of the theater. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom, feeling the anger fill me. I didn’t want to face them again, but I didn’t have a choice.
To calm myself, I ran cold water over my hands and gently patted my cheeks to make the red go away. I left the bathroom and promptly bumped into Dallas in the hall.
“Are you alright?” he asked, noticing my expression.
“I’m fine,” I lied as I headed back for my seat.
He stopped me.
“I want to take you out again,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“To celebrate. Your mother is attending a party somewhere else and I don’t want to go,” he explained.
“So, I’m your back up plan?” I snapped.
His face went dark.
“Really, Maddy?” he said sternly. “After all the things I’ve done for you?”
My anger deflating as the truth of his words cut deep, I looked at the ground, feeling ashamed. I should have known better than to say something so harsh. It wasn’t like he was trying to make me jealous. It simply came as a natural reaction to seeing them together. I tried to understand the feeling, but it only made me more frustrated.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Dallas sighed loudly, taking my arm to lead me back to our seats. After the movie had finished, the audience erupted with applause and my mother stood up front to bow and say her
thanks. The shining moment ended quickly and we retreated outside in the night air where my mother explained where she was going.
“I might be gone for most of the night. Dallas knows how these parties usually go. I wish he would come with me,” she said teasingly as she squeezed his cheek. “And I wish I could bring you, dear, but it’s a mature party.”
“I understand,” I said even though I didn’t. “Have fun and be safe, mom.”
“I will. You two get home safely. I’m riding with the director,” she said as she headed in the opposite direction.
Happy to have her gone, I started to reach for Dallas’s hand. My fingers brushed his and he shot me a firm glance as if to say, “Don’t you dare do that here.” We climbed into the limo and the driver took us to a different club than we’d gone to the previous night. I was elated to have the lights surrounding me, to get lost in my green drinks while trying to forget the awful sound of my mother kissing my sweet Daddy. When had I become to territorial of him? I hadn’t been in LA very long and was already growing attached.
I sipped my drink slowly as Dallas talked about the movie, highlighting my mother’s genius and how the audience had been receptive to the strong female lead. Part of me was proud of her, and yet another part of me was angry. I couldn’t get the image of them kissing out of my head, so I walked off towards the dance floor where I found a group of guys dancing. I twirled between them, showing off my curves in my gorgeous gown and giggling like a little girl when they would grab my waist. It was my great effort to make my Daddy jealous, who was watching from the table on the other side of the dance floor.
As I moved, I beckoned the men with my hands and rubbed their shoulders sensually as they pressed against me. One of them trailed his fingers down my torso and tried to grab my flower. I whacked his hand away. Offended, he grabbed my arm and shouted into my ear that I was being a tease. My flight response took over and I tried to pull away, panic filling every part of my body. His grip was too strong on my arm. It caused me to tumble into a memory of when I had disobeyed my papa as a child, and him pulling me out of the car as I threw a tantrum.
That had been the first day away from my mother. I didn’t want to go inside the farm house, but instead return to my home in Charlotte. Papa said that my mother had other plans and she had already flown away, that I should get my sorry hide inside before he gave me a reason to cry. It was an overwhelming moment. As I watched the scene in my head unfold, Dallas intercepted the overly rambunctious man who still had a grip on me. I could hear him shouting, but I wasn’t sure what he said. The man looked flustered as if he were about to fight and Dallas waved to a bouncer on the other side of the room.
As the bouncer made his way over, the man fled the dance floor and his group of friends quickly followed. I giggled heartily. Mission accomplished I whispered triumphantly to myself, as I rubbed my sore wrist, wandering back to the table. Dallas spun me around and gripped my shoulders.
“I get you’re trying to have fun, Maddy, but those boys might have done something awful to you,” he said sternly. “Don’t you dare leave my side. Your mother would kill me if something happened to you, especially if she found out you were drinking at a club with me.”
I felt ashamed. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him in that very moment, but I knew we were in public. Lowering my eyes to the ground, I apologized quickly and sat at the table in silence. He ordered another round of drinks. As we waited, the bouncer came over to ask if everything was okay.
“We’re fine. Those jerks were bothering my daughter,” Dallas explained.
“Alright, Mr. Diamond. Let me know if you need anything else,” said the bouncer, shaking Dallas’s hand.
He really had connections around here. While that encounter had been frightening, I was admittedly somewhat aroused by the fact that he had come to my rescue. It showed how much he cared. Or how much he wanted to save face in front of my mother. Either way, I was happy to have him by my side and didn’t want to leave, even when I saw another group of young men having fun on the dance floor. As I watched them dance with a smile on my face, I felt a hand crawl over my thigh and lift the hem of my gown under the table. I turned to see Dallas smiling.
“What?” I asked, pretending like I didn’t feel anything.
“Nothing,” he replied coolly. “Are you alright?”
Fingers prodded at my thong.
“Of course,” I replied with a shaky voice. “Are you?”
He pulled the thong aside to slide his finger over my wet opening.
“Absolutely,” he responded.
Not once did he flinch or give any indication of what he was doing. It was difficult to concentrate as his fingers penetrated me, breaking through my barrier in order to explore the texture of my delectable insides. My peach was gushing juice all over his hand as my eyes fluttered. Another group of young party-goers walked by and I kept my smile over my face while nodding in their direction, excited that I was being fondled beneath the table right in front of an entire club. Could anyone tell what we were doing?
A stroke sent shivers down my spine, my body desperately fighting to buck against the hand that inspired goosebumps. This was even naughtier than the dressing room. How horrible it was to simply watch his face as he teased me, knowing that I would want to ravish him as soon as we left. I sipped the rest of my drink and looked into his eyes.
“Can we leave?” I asked.
“Why?” he asked in response. “I’m having so much fun.”
Two fingers pushed inside now and I was practically dying to get him alone.
“Because,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “I can’t control myself here.”
“What’s the matter?” he teased.
“You know I can’t be quiet for long,” I said, begging him with my eyes to stop.
It was too much to take publicly. The dressing room was one thing, but I was far too nervous here. Being caught could mean a multitude of things, potentially being chastised by local law enforcement. I was sure this was forbidden even in the wildest parts of the LA lifestyle. Dallas finally pulled his hand away and I sighed with relief, looking around the room to see if anyone had noticed. No one seemed to mind us except for a curly-haired man in the corner smoking a cigarette wearing a suit and tie. He looked away when my eyes fell upon him.
“You ready to go?” asked Dallas before chugging the rest of his drink.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, standing from the table.
My gown was still tangled up in my lap and I embarrassingly pulled it back down to smooth it out. I looked around again. Still, no one was watching, not even the curly-haired man in the corner. I sighed. That was far too close for comfort, I thought nervously. This game has gotten dangerous and I’m not sure how much longer I want to play. We walked out, waving goodbye to the bouncers, and then hopped in the back of the limo where Dallas rolled the black window up between the driver and the cab of the car.
A hand fell into my lap and I stared at it, wondering if I even wanted to push forward. Making Dallas jealous had been a failed task as he was forced to rescue me from a group of goons. LA was filled with wonder as well as danger, filling me with mixed feelings about living here any longer. It made me miss the farm and the animals. I looked out the window during my contemplation and allowed the emotions to come in waves, nearly causing me to cry. The hand moved up my thigh and pulled my gown with it. I didn’t stop him.
“What’s the matter, baby doll?” Dallas asked, leaning over to kiss the nape of my neck.
This gesture caused me to sigh with pleasure. A mere kiss from him could do wonders to my body, especially my delicate peach that was still soaked from being teased in the club. I turned to look at him. He had such a handsome face, the masculine curve of his jaw making him look like a Hollywood hunk. His tie was loosened and his shirt was unbuttoned a bit, the jacket he was wearing tossed to the floor. The scent of whiskey filled the air between us.
Another kiss from those lips sent m
e spiraling. How could I deny myself such a pleasure? I had been fighting it this entire time, wondering whether I was even worthy of such affection and whether it was right. But who cares? This feels good. We’re both consenting adults. We’re not necessarily hurting anyone, at least not directly. I opened myself up to the feeling and succumbed to his gentle touch.
My gown was pulled up again and his hands wandered beneath the fabric, pulling my panties off carefully and tossing them aside. He unbuckled his belt and I exposed my breasts as he pressed his erect member into my sweet fruit. I moaned softly on the shiny leather while he stroked me. Hips rolled forward, my body aching for the sweet release that I knew he would deliver. He cupped my breasts as he slipped inside and watched my expression change as I accepted his girth. The limo lurched forward and caused us to giggle, my body trembling with every thrust that came after.
This would be another place where we had to remain intensely quiet. While I was sure the driver couldn’t hear us through the window, I didn’t want him to suspect that we were doing something other than talking. Neither of us said a word despite the danger of being caught. It was like my lips were frozen open in a state of pleasure, the girth of my Daddy filling me to the brim with joy. I could feel his muscles flex against my thighs as he pumped harder. Squeaks echoed from my lips and Daddy covered my mouth, leaning down in the cramped space to remind me to be quiet.
“Do you like having my cock inside you?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded against the weight of his hand, my eyes rolling up to the back of my head as his thrusts became longer and harder. His free hand shimmied down between us to coax my orgasm out of my exposed fruit and I begged for him to rub harder. Fingers gripped the skin around my mouth, my moans becoming more difficult to silence as he pounded. In an instant, my body was shaking violently beneath him, electrical currents shooting every way possible. Dallas held me in place as I came and smiled while still pumping his tool deep into my peach.
Once I had finished, he took the opportunity to slam harder, hips crowning my thighs as he ravished me. His body tensed against my skin, causing him to rattle and growl. I watched as his eyes rolled up and the smile grew wider on his face, relishing the moment of seeing him so pleased with my perfectly plump peach. He released his grip of my mouth.
