Forbidden Bride

I was also here making sure everything was in place to unveil the new flavor. The focus group for orange basil went phenomenally well, and Dad decided to launch it here. We should be all set to go.

My ring catches the lights and blazes like fire out of the corner of my eye. I’m still not used to wearing it, but I’ve refused to take it off even with the potential for questions. I’ve just been more careful with my hands around people that might notice.

But tonight is the night. I’m going to tell my dad that I’m marrying Tristan. My stomach is filled with nerves, but it has to happen tonight. Neither of us want to wait anymore, and with the auction, they’re going to see it. Because as hard as we try, Tristan and I can’t hide our chemistry when we’re together anymore.

I finish arranging a bouquet of flowers on one of the side tables when Jill walks up to me. “You should really go, Nicola. Get ready.”

“What about you?”

She laughs. “My clothes are already here, I’ll be fine.”

“I should have done that,” I mutter and tweak one last flower in the arrangement. Too late, I realize that I reached for the flower with my left hand. I told Jill the truth about Tristan’s father, but not about the engagement. Not that I don’t think she’ll be fine with it, I just wanted to tell my family first. But the cat is out of the bag now as she grabs my hand and whispers. “Holy shit, Nicola.”

I smile. “I know.”

“When did that happen?”

“Last week.”

She shakes her head in disbelief but she’s beaming. “I mean, it’s kind of fast, right?”

“It is, but this has been a long time coming.” I’ve since explained our history and how we’ve both been waiting for this. “Hopefully we’ll get to tell my parents tonight.”

Jill flinches. “Good luck with that. I mean, I know that Tristan is a good guy, but that’s still not going to be an easy conversation.”

“Tell me about it.”

She grins. “Well go get beautiful so you can win your man at the auction.”

“He’s already mine anyway,” I say, sticking out my tongue.

The man in question catches me around the waist in the lobby and pulls me into a shadowed corner. “Hello beautiful.”

“Hi.” I let him kiss me, and melt a little into him as he does. “I’m going home to get ready.”

“I know, I wanted to give you this.” He hands me a red gift bag. “For tonight.”

“What is it?”

Tristan smirks. “Don’t open it until you get home. You’ll see.”

I give him a look, but I take the bag. As I’m walking away he catches me by the elbow and pulls me back to whisper in my ear. “I don’t want you wearing any panties tonight.”

It’s my turn to smirk. “Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of dress where you can.”

I have the satisfaction of watching his eyes go dark with lust before walking away. Serves him right. He can deal with the hard-on I just gave him while thinking about me without any panties.

* * *

Fresh out of the shower, freshly shaved and shampooed, I’m looking at the box that’s on my bed, having just pulled it out of the bag that Tristan gave me. I grab my phone and text him.

Are you kidding me?

His response only takes a couple of seconds.

No, I am not kidding.

It’s another butt plug. Bigger than the last one. He texts again.

It’s one size bigger.

I can’t wear that to the gala, I protest.

Why not?

I try to think of a good argument, but I don’t have one. All I can come up with is,

I can’t be around my family in a dress that doesn’t let me wear underwear and wear a butt plug.

Nicola, I fully intend on fucking you behind the scenes at this gala. So not only will you be without panties and wearing a butt plug, you’ll have my cum running down your legs. Or possibly on your tongue.

Warm heat settles in my stomach. We both know that I’m going to wear it. It turns me on too much not to, but I still feel like I have to make a token protest.

You’re lucky you’re my fiancé.

I am lucky about that, you are correct.

I throw my phone on the bed, and toss my head back. I cannot believe that I’m actually going to do this, but I am. It takes me longer than it would if Tristan were here, because he’s better at it than I am and it feels fucking weird to be doing it myself. He’s had me wear the smaller plug several time over the last week, and so this one doesn’t cause a problem. But just like when I wear the other one, everything seems to get more sensitive. I’m more aware of my body, especially my pussy and ass, and that’s only going to cause problems tonight.