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I wasn’t sure if it was the oysters, the martini or daddy’s perfectly cut fingernails tickling my neck, but I was in a daze of arousal. Everyone at the table decides to head to a bar close by and I want to scream in frustration.

“Come on, Lilly.” Lilly… I go by Lillian, but for daddy he can call me Lilly. He’s standing up with his long arm held out to me. I grab his hand and he pulls me close and embraces me for a moment in the middle of the restaurant while kissing my head.

“I will meet you all there,” Damian told the group as they head to catch their Uber. He places my head in between his hands and tilts my head up not breaking eye contact for a long minute.

DING. Damian’s phone goes off. “Our ride is here,” he says smoothly as he grabs my waist leading us outside. Damien opens the car door for me. It’s a large SUV, he does this when he wants privacy in the back. I know him too well. What is he gonna do to me. I don’t know if I can handle much more teasing for the night. Damien sits me down in the last row with him and covers me with his jacket so the driver doesn’t have a show. He pulls me down so my head is resting on his lap. I look up at him, admiring his dark hair, beautiful jawline and delicious lips. He smiles softly at me holding me tighter as he’s lifting my head up for a deep, sensual kiss. He’s slow with me as he runs his finger up and down my dress.

“You were a bad fucking girl at the restaurant,” he growls with a smile on his face. My body is now covered in goosebumps and his large hands discover their way underneath my dress. Daddy gropes my pussy with one hand and my tits in the other, his jacket still covering me, flinging circles around my tits and clit. “You’re so sexy when you’re begging me to fuck you in the middle of dinner. Behind the restaurant, that was naughty baby.” Daddy covers my mouth and quickly slides two fingers into my pussy, moving them back and forth. “You’re a good little slut staying wet for me all night.” He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and places them inside my mouth. He wants me to taste myself, but I suck to taste him. I turn onto my side facing him and reach for his cock, but before I can touch it he grabs my wrist. “I don’t think so,” he chuckles.

“I need to taste you. You’ve tasted me all night, it’s only fair,” I say innocently. But he calls my bluff. “That’s because I can’t trust you to control yourself. The car ride, the stunt behind the restaurant and almost showing your pussy to the valet driver, our waiter and my friends.” He says with more of a stone voice his eyes glazed with frustration.

We arrive and as we get out of the Uber, daddy puts his jacket on me. “You need to wear this until we get home. The last thing I need is drunk people looking at you.” We head down to the bar. It’s a flight of stairs down to the rose room. The bar was an old art gallery and had an alternative yet swanky energy with dark and red lighting. People were sitting, drinking and dancing along the room. Daddy leads me to our table where his friends have already gotten comfortable with drinks in their hands. Everyone besides him and I are visually drunk. Daddy sits down and as I begin to sit next to him he pulls on my waist and sets me on his thigh. I feel my wet pussy on top of his pants. He places his hands at the edge of my dress and pulls it down to further cover me and keeps his hands gripping me thighs overpowering me. I can hardly move and this is where I know things are starting to take a turn. When daddy starts getting territorial, even my tricks and teases, don’t stop him from doing what he wants.

NSFW: yes

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