A couple hours later and the sense of being dazed hasn’t abated.
The ball is held in a high-rise hotel downtown and it’s clear no expense was spared. The crystal chandeliers are part of the hotel, but each table drips with huge, exotic flower arrangements. The tableware is all exquisite, the band fantastic.
I’ve lost count of the times Dad has introduced me as, “my beautiful daughter.” He’s recounted the story of his lonely existence before marrying my mother and how he never expected to inherit the amazing gift of a ready-made family.
You’d never know Mom’s not part of the picture with the happy-family portrait he paints. But really, apart from her fictional presence, I have to admit that everything he says feels completely true.
I was so achingly lonely before they moved in. And now everything is rich and full because of them. I have family now. The fact that I get an entire glamorous evening out with them just seems like icing on the cake.
And seriously—the cake is crazy delicious. The entire meal is gourmet. Seared salmon with asparagus, peppers and baby potatoes. Then the most amazing and gorgeous little individual chocolate cakes.
Dominick could see how absolutely enthralled I was by mine and he gave me his. I know, Dominick, he of the hollow leg, actually sacrificing a scrumptious dessert? If that doesn’t say love, I don’t know what does. But by now, I know that that’s just who he is—always taking care of me in every way he can.
And if I didn’t already suspect that tonight was the night, he confirmed when he texted me that when I went to the bathroom, I should also stretch out my pussy with several fingers so that I’d be completely comfortable later.
I’d never even considered that, but what a good idea. Pre-stretching. Just like for the gym. But for, you know, other very athletic activities. I snickered to myself even as I secreted away to the bathroom, lifted my beautiful, dainty pink dress, and fingered myself. Such a dirty and delicious little secret.
I washed my hands twice afterwards, but swore I could still smell myself when I sipped at my sparkling cider while Dad was up at the podium making a speech about how the expansion of the oncology ward would never have been possible without the gracious donors present tonight.
They just found out yesterday right before he came home the hospital met their fundraising goal. Tonight really is a celebration in every meaning of the word.
“And now,” Dad announces from the podium, “Let the dancing begin. I invite all fathers and daughters to the dance floor. I myself am so excited to welcome my newest addition to the family—my lovely daughter Sarah—to dance with me tonight.” He holds out a hand in the direction of our table. “Sarah?”
Heads swing in my direction and I feel my stupid cheeks heat. But I hate the idea of disappointing Dad, so I hurry to my feet.
Please don’t trip. Oh God, please don’t let me trip.
Squaring my shoulders, I smile as brightly as possible and walk toward Dad where he’s moved to the center of the dance floor.
Dad beams at me, white teeth on display, green eyes flashing brilliantly under the chandelier. He looks more handsome than ever.
When he raises one arm and rests his other hand at my waist, I’m so glad that I’m not the ignorant little girl I was all those months ago who didn’t even know how to dance. If life is all about discovering who you are, then the last six months have been one helluva crash course.
I grin at the thought as I confidently lift one hand to his and put the other on his shoulder. The music starts and he begins rocking me back and forth as a sweet, sentimental song plays through the speakers.
The dance floor fills up with other father-daughter couples and we’re soon lost in the crowd. Dad pulls me tighter against him and as the song progresses, I lay my head against his chest.
I feel the déjà vu of the first time we danced like this. When this man entered my life and I got just an inkling of how important he was going to be to me. I hadn’t even realized about Dominick yet. I had no clue just how deep the intimacies would go. Maybe I still don’t.
Tonight.
I squirm against the fullness in my backside. Part of me thought there was no way I should keep the plug in for such a fancy occasion as tonight.
But a little devil inside wondered—how deliciously naughty would it be to be dressed up so innocently in this perfect pink dress, all the while having a toy buried inside my ass, reminding me of exactly what Dominick wants to do to me later? The devil won.
Imagining Dominick’s constant state of arousal has kept me in a state of near permanent stimulation all week. I haven’t done anything about it either. That felt like cheating. And knowing that tonight is coming…whatever tonight might be…