Chelsea isa vision in her stunning red dress that hugs every curve. Chestnut locks lay about her shoulder with just a hint of a wave giving it body. She stands in front of the mirror, shuffling about as she stares at herself. Every other moment, she's tugging at something - her low-cut collar, her hem, her hair. Just fidgeting.
"Be still, Lastachka. You'll ruin your outfit."
Her nerves are strung so high, I can feel it coming off of her in waves. Though she places her hands by her side, her fingers still twitch about as if she wants to fix something but not incur my wrath by doing so. Easing over to her, slowly so as to not startle the fluttering bird, I slide my hand under her hair and grip the back of her neck and start to tap. She sinks into my touch, her breathing slowing down to something more manageable.
"We've trained for this. You know how to behave at a fancy party."
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror.
"I just don't want to disappoint you."
Smiling, I brush my lips across the back of her head and pull her into me.
"What happened to the little hellcat that defied me at every turn. Have I really broken you?"
Her face scrunches up into a scowl as she contemplates my words.
"You haven't broken me," she hisses, pulling out of my grasp.
I regain my grip and slide my arm about her waist to hold her next to me.
"This will be the first time since you've dragged me here that I get to see other people. You think I'm going to fuck that up?"
Frowning, I step away and smooth out her dress, making sure I didn't crumple anything on her.
"Remember what we talked about. No vulgar language at that party. My uncle is very traditional and doesn't like a mouth on pretty, young girls."
She rolls her eyes and leans forward, smirking at me in the mirror as she adjusts her lipstick with her middle finger. My cock shoots up, tenting the front of my pants. It's been a few days since I've had her. Thoughts of the party and the repercussions of it weighed too heavily in my mind to partake of her body. That was an oversight on my part. It seems my little bird has felt neglected. Fuck leaving her pristine. She'll wear my cum on her thighs as an unexpected accessory. I crowd in on her, giving her a small, noncommittal smile before pushing her down onto the counter. Snaking my hand back up to the back of her neck, I bypass her hair; no need to mess everything up. I just need to remind her who owns her. I must have been getting lax for her to be so bold with me. Pinning her in place, I let her squirm and writhe against me, her hips brushing over the front of my pants, making my dick ache with need.
"Settle," I whisper against her ear, palming her ass.
She jerks up against my touch, her moans already at a keening pitch. Oh yes, way too long for my insatiable minx. Hauling her back up against me, I turn her around, navigating the part of the dress that flutters about her ankles and pools onto the floor. In one swift jerk, I set her up on the counter and begin fisting the material in my hands as I bring it up the length of her body. So what if she looks rumpled? That will just sell it all the more to my uncle that we're a couple. Shoving that out of my mind, I concentrate on Chelsea - her breathing, her whimpering, her blatant need. As the fabric skims up her thighs, I see her arousal glisten on her skin. God, she's so wet and needy for me.
I slide my palms up, looking for the skimpy straps of her thong, pulling it down to hang off of one ankle. Holding the fabric out of the way, I unbutton my pants and reach into the fly of my underwear, pulling it out of the fabric. Chelsea looks down at my shaft, a hungry look flitting through her eyes. Not to make her wait any longer, I pull her hips towards me, praying to any diety that I don't rip the dress as I slide it up her ass. Once I sink into her wet heat, nothing else matters. Holding myself deep inside her, it feels like home. My balls tighten, tingling at that first stroke. I know I'm not going to last long. Lucky for me, I don't have to. I'll take care of Chelsea later tonight, but right now, it's all about me marking my territory.
I grin as I grip her ass, pounding into her, owning her. If my uncle tries anything, he'll see that she's mine. I glance down at the piercing poking up over her engorged clit. It glints in the light as I jostle her body with each punishing stroke. Her whimpers and moans reach a fevered pitch as I bring my fingers down in between us to rub her clit. Now that her piercing is healed, I can be a little rougher with her. Chelsea's head falls back, arching her upper body towards me. The soft, exposed skin taunts me, gives me just a hint of cleavage with promising more.
Tonight, when everything is done, I'm going to rip that dress from her body and feast on her - every inch of her. Awareness tingles down my spine as my orgasm looms up ahead. I pull her close to me, guiding her legs around my hips to free up my hands to fully grip her ass. Everything in me tightens as I come, my body bowing up against hers. Jet after jet spurts into her fluttering sheath. I know she didn't get off, but that will make tonight extra fun. While I'm having to hobnob, she'll be thrumming with unexpended arousal.
Pulling back, I ease the errant locks of hair away from her face and tuck them back into place. Her eyes are glassy with need as she stares up at me, but we've taken too much time as it is. Reaching around her, I grab a few tissues and hold them under us as I pull out, letting the main flow come out onto the tissue. I want her to be uncomfortable but not obscene. I'd never let her walk around an event like this with my cum staining the back of her dress. Pulling it away, I dab a few times and throw the whole wad into the trash. Before she can even think to put her underwear back on, I unhook it from her ankle and pocket them, sending a flush across her face.
"We don't want to be late."
I pull her off the counter and put her back to rights. The fabric is very forgiving, leaving no major evidence that I just defiled my brat before showing her off. At the most, they may chalk it up to wrinkles from where she sat in my limo. Tucking my cock back into my pants, I button them up before bringing my suspenders up around my shoulders. Chelsea looks at my pants for a moment, then back up at me.
"No belt?"
Chuckling, I reach for my jacket and slip my arms through it.
"Do I need it?"
"No, Master."
"Pity," I murmur, once again running my lips over the satin sheet of her hair. "I do love belting wayward submissives at fancy dinner parties. Make no mistake, Lastachka, if you give me a reason to belt you, I'll do much worse in front of so many people. You should know by now that I love marking my territory. I don't care who's watching when I do it."
Her face pales, and I can imagine she's thinking I'm going to pee on her. I resist the urge to laugh. Even I was shocked I did that to her. It's not something I want to make a repeat performance of. As she walks after me, I watch her pause and squirm a bit. Ahh. Gravity is starting to take its toll.