Veil Of Pleasure (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

Daddy was seated at the head of the table, with mom on his right hand. Brian was seated next to mom, and I was given the honorary seat on his left. During dinner, I felt him looking, staring at me even, and I was scared that someone else would notice. I had to control my gaze as I saw Brian closely monitoring what I was doing and simply sitting there and starring at his father.

Daddy on the other hand, behaved as if there was nothing happening. He drank, he offered a toast, and he laughed, talked, made small talk to everyone and was simply the star of the night. Mom was so bewitched by him, she didn’t notice anything. Brian on the other hand, either knew or had a feeling about us and it gave me a feeling of unease. I didn’t want mom to find out, especially since there really was nothing to be found out about. I was guilty about being so intensely attracted to Daddy but except for that, there was nothing going on.

As dessert was served, I felt Daddy’s hand on my right knee. He wasn’t looking at me though, he was talking to mom. His hand went up my thigh and on to my panties. He was so smooth, so gentle, I had to grab a glass in front of me and pretend I was drinking to try to hide what was going on under the table. I saw mom, talking to him, so normally. She had no idea Daddy was touching me under the table.

I leaned in and spread my legs. His hand slowly moved my panties aside and he was touching my pussy. I was getting wet and hot, I was already breathing heavily and I was terrified of someone actually finding out. As I looked at Brian, he was the only person from the whole table, staring at me. I realized he knew what was happening under the table, although I had no idea how.

Daddy continued talking to mom, he even leaned in to kiss her a few times. As he leaned in to her, he took his hand away from me which gave me a moment to pull myself together. As I thought it was all done, Daddy leaned in towards me, making small talk, asking silly questions while completely stuffing his fingers into me.

I was staring into his eyes, breathless, simply nodding and saying “yes” to everything he asked. His questions were referred to the dinner itself, was everything in order, did I like the house, would I mind living here, and so on and so forth.

His questions were not important, what mattered was what was happening under the table. I saw the hunger in his eyes and I saw he wanted to go rough and hard with me, but given the circumstances, he had to be gentle. My panties were pushed aside as I felt his hand gliding, up and down, slowly pressing that sweet spot before going down and pushing a finger inside me. I almost screamed and he pulled out his hand. He smiled, leaning in and whispering: “You are a good girl, Beth.”

I sat there, breathless, not knowing how to pull myself together. I was very aware of Brian’s look – he was gazing at me this whole time. I was avoiding his eyes intentionally, scared of being judged, scared of being found out. There was no escaping him, however hard I tried, I had to accept this family was soon to be mine and I’ll have to live with them. With that, I looked straight into Brian’s eyes, waiting for his reaction.

He sat across me. I could tell he was surprised by my look but he pulled himself together and smiled.

Right after this, Daddy stood up and asked everyone to get outside on the balcony, where he said he had a special surprise awaiting.

As all the guests got up and walked outside the huge terrace, I saw the decorations and the chairs all lined up. Huge bouquets of roses were everywhere, making the terrace look like a fairytale venue. The chairs were lined up from both sides of the balcony, as the middle was decorated with a very romantic carpet made out of rose petals. The carpet was leading to the very end of the balcony where the biggest wreath of flowers stood, tall enough for two people to stand below it. And then, it dawned on me: Daddy had prepared this whole thing so they can get married that same night.

As guests stepped out and all of them where taken aback by the view, Daddy came forth and asked all of them to be seated. He took my mom’s hand and it the most romantic gesture I’ve ever seen, he kneeled in front of everybody, looking into her eyes, asking her to marry him, right there and then.

I saw my mom tear up as she nodded her head in approval and the applause exploded around them.

The registrar soon showed up, clearing his throat and asking everyone to

take their seats. As we did, Daddy took my mom’s hand and led her right below the huge wreath of flowers. A photographer soon appeared, snapping photos of everyone present, while all the guests were swelling up, obviously touched by his gesture.

I took my seat next to Brian and was completely immersed in the event, looking at my mom, realizing how happy she finally was. I glared at Brian and smiled at him, wanting to acknowledge how beautiful this night turned out to be. Brian leaned in and whispered:

“Now we are officially a fa

mily. How much do you love your daddy?”

I felt sarcasm in his voice and decided to ignore it. I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin this beautiful moment. I leaned in and whispered: “Very much.”

The second I turned to watch the event, I saw Daddy grab my mom’s hand, while she adoringly gazed into his eyes. For a split second, I was jealous as I felt I was the one that was supposed to be up there with him. I tried to chase away those evil thoughts, as I saw a trio of violinists show up. They started playing and their music only enhanced the romantic atmosphere around us.

“We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman…” – The registrar started as I relaxed and decided to enjoy in the moment.

“Do you, Michael Jones, take Emma Hughes to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in heath, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

After a moment of silence, Daddy looked towards my mom and whispered:

“I do.”

The crowed started cheering but decided to wait until the bride said “I do.”

The registrar, pleased with the answer, turned to my mom, asking the same question:

“Do you, Emma Hughes, take this man, Michael Jones, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” – Whispered my mom, glaring at him adoringly.

“If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.” – The registrar announced and for a split second, I though he was looking straight at me. The question made me feel uncomfortable, and with Brian leaning in and whispering: “Don’t you want to say something?” it made me even more uncomfortable.

After a minute, they exchanged the rings. I barely remember the last part of the event as my head was already buzzing. I do remember everyone stood up and applauded for a very long time.