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"It's the dress you wanted," he tells me as I tear through the wrapping paper. "I know I shouldn't have, but... I knew how much you loved this one." I shriek once I get through the wrapping paper, and clutch the beautiful dress to my chest.
"Daddy! It's so pretty," I exclaim, my eyes sparkling with happiness. I knew he'd get me the dress. When we went shopping a few weeks ago, he refused to get it for me because of the hefty price tag, but I sulked so much I knew I'd won him over. Now, I embrace him in a tight hug and he holds me close to his heart.
However much of a spoiled brat I might be, I do love my father.
I also know exactly how to play my cards to get him to give me what I want. And there's one present I want even more than this dress... And I'm sure I'm going to get it tonight.
My eyes shine as we break apart and daddy gives me a happy smile. "I'll go change and be right down," I promise him. "Thank you again. I really love it."
"I know you do, darling," dad says with a sigh, and I turn on my heels and rush towards my room to get changed into the dress I'd wanted all along.
I put the dress on my beautiful four-poster bed, and quickly check my computer before I start taking my clothes off. And sure enough, I have a message from him...
Happy birthday, cara mia. You're going to make every man's mouth water at that party. Have fun.
I quickly type back a reply, my fingers shaking. We both know how important this birthday is. I've finally turned eighteen and if everything goes according to plan... tonight I'm going to get the most important gift of all.
Thank you! I'll think of you the whole time. Let you know when I know more :) x
I hit reply and turn back towards my bed with an exasperated smile. I strip off my clothes quickly until I'm only wearing nude, lacy lingerie, and then I pull the dress on. It's a pretty pink thing with a full, short skirt and a sweetheart neckline. Perfect for daddy's little girl, and I know I still look like his sweetheart in it.
See, I played my cards just right.
Of course, I prefer the other dress, the beaded one. It is sexy, tight and revealing whereas the pink one is sweet and understated. But I knew my father had to believe I was still his innocent baby, if I wanted to get the present I really wanted. And I think I managed to fool him.
I check myself out in the mirror. My blue eyes are wide and rimmed with thick, dark lashes. My hair is falling down my back in pretty blonde curls, and my body looks tiny in the dress. I look younger than I am, but tonight, that's what I'm going for.
I walk down the stairs and give a sign to our maid. She turns the lights down and everyone in the foyer gasps as I make my way downstairs. I know I look beautiful, and I grin with the pleasure of everyone's eyes on me as I finally arrive downstairs.
People rush to greet me, and I feel my father's proud eyes on me as I mingle and chat with everyone who came here today to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.
I play the good girl, declining the flute of champagne my father decided I could have today, and being as sweet and innocent as I can possibly manage. Several times throughout the evening, I catch daddy's approving eyes on mine and I beam with pride when I do. I know this night is important for him as well, with his new boss here and dad wanting to make an impression. If all goes according to plan, there's a big fat promotion for him too, as his boss loves seeing a family man in action.
There's just the two of us now - daddy and me. Since mom passed away when I was only seven, he never remarried or even dated another woman, and I am grateful for that. I couldn't bear to see him with anyone else. I know how much he loved my mom, and so did I, even though her memory is fading daily.
The evening passes quickly, and I'm the center of so much attention I can't stop smiling. Finally, my father clinks on his glass and we all turn to face him for the announcement he's about to make. My fingers shake and I dig them into the fabric of my dress when he speaks up.
"Friends, family. Thank you for celebrating my dear Cara's eighteenth birthday with us," he says with a smile in my direction. "Cara is the light of my life, and she makes every battle, every fight, worth it. I love you, darling."
I blink away the tears in my eyes and clap along with everyone else. I mouth the words 'I love you' to him and my dad smiles. But I am anxious... I need to know if I'm getting the gift I want so very badly.
"Cara asked for one thing only," my father continues, and my heartbeat quickens. "She wants to go to Italy this summer, spend some time getting to know the Italian art and architecture before she starts studying Art History in the fall."
Everyone claps again and I look down with feigned innocence, even though my heart is pounding so hard I'm sure I'm about to pass out.
"So, of course I couldn't deny my darling's biggest wish," dad smiles, and I let my face break into a smile. It's really happening! He's going to do it, he's going to let me leave!
"I've arranged for you, darling Cara, to stay with a good friend in Italy," he tells me proudly, and my smile freezes in place. "He's an artist himself, and he will make sure you're taken care of and don't get into any trouble. You're leaving for his estate in Tuscany in a week!"
I just stare at him, unable to believe his words.
Be careful what you wish for...
I do my best to clap along with everyone else, but my heart is breaking. I didn't want this. I wanted to get away, not go from one prison to the next. And I can't hide my broken heart any longer.
I break away from the crowd as soon as I can, and run out into our expansive gardens behind the house. I hide between the hydrangea bushes, my favorites, and pull out my phone. I quickly send a text, my fingers shaking as they hit the screen.
I'm going to Italy. Some old guy's mansion, my dad's friend. He wants me to stay there all summer.
I lean back against a tree trunk and wait for the reply, blinking back tears.
I can't believe this is happening. I tried so hard to be able to go to Italy. To see him... Luca. The man I fell in love with... The man whose face I've never seen, but I've touched myself to his words too many times to count, made my tight virgin pussy cum over and over again. The man I'm falling in love with... The man I wanted to go to Italy for. And now it's all over, because dad's making me stay with that old friend of his and I'll have no freedom there, I'm sure. I'm going to be a pretty bird in a golden cage, just like I am here at home.
My phone beeps with a reply and I look down through cloudy eyes.
We'll find a way, cara mia. I need to see you.
I type a reply.
I'm crying.
He pings back a moment later.
Good, I like that.
I blush and raise my phone in front of my face, snapping a quick picture and sending it to him. Next thing I know, my father approaches from behind the corner with a worried expression on his face.
"Darling, you alright?" he asks me with concern, and I can tell he's really worried.
"I guess," I say softly. "I just... I'm not sure I like the idea of staying with a friend of you
rs, dad."
"It's okay," he nods. "I understand. I told Mason to go easy on you, darling. Don't worry, you'll still have some time for yourself."
I sniffle and my phone pings, but I stuff it deeper into my purse so dad won't notice.
"Do I know him?" I ask softly, and dad looks at me thoughtfully.
"I'm not sure," he admits. "Last time he was here was two years ago. Not sure you remember him, dear, but he'll take good care of you."
"And I'll have my privacy?" I ask.
"Yes," dad nods. "He has a big estate. You'll have your own quarters, I made sure of it. It'll be grand, darling. The best way to be introduced to Italian art."
"Alright," I say softly, and let him hold me.
"Come on, let's head back inside. It's after midnight - you should get some rest."
I don't even protest because I'm really tired, and I want to get back to my messages and Luca. I say goodbye to our guests moodily and head to my bedroom. The maid has made my bed and cleaned the room, but I toss the expensive dress on the floor nonetheless and climb between the sheets with a sigh.
I pull out my phone and check my messages again. My eyes light up when I read Luca's.
So pretty when you cry, cara mia. I'm going to break you so good.
How good? I reply, needing to be comforted.
To pieces.
Put me back together, too?
Yes. Only to break you again.
I smile sleepily to myself as I write a last reply. Goodnight, Luca. I'll talk to you in the morning.
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I'm glad I did once I get his reply.
Sweet dreams, cara mia. And don't worry. When you come to Italy, I'm going to fucking steal you and make you my pretty toy.
I fall into a fitful sleep, and my dreams are filled with Luca's faceless image.
