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“Mr. Levin, while all of that is very beautiful. Please do not take offense. None of it matters, unless your wife is the one who tells me why she's here and what she hopes to get out of this. I understand that you probably did list every one of her fears and why she's here. But if she is not willing to do the work, then nothing that we do will give her the results she's looking for.”
“Are you saying you are not able to help my wife?” Daddy is icy.
I stroke his cheek and nuzzle his neck. “Daddy,” I whisper. Daddy is upset, I don’t like it.
“No sir. What I am saying is that your wife has to want to help herself. You cannot speak for her. You cannot do this work for her.”
“It's my responsibility to give my wife everything she needs. And I'm going to do that. Whatever it takes.”
“Daddy.” I squeeze him tight. “I can do this. For me and for us.” I look to her. “I want to be here.”
“Why are you here?” The question is gentle.
“Because I don't want to be afraid anymore,” I tell her, but I’m staring at Daddy.
* * *
Phoenix
The wedding is a lot. A lot of people, a lot of flowers, just a lot. I worried about sitting in the crowd, only to find the wedding planner took the chair on the other side of me away. His brother Vasily stares at me, he isn’t cold—he isn’t warm either. Nikita has finally lost his pout. It’s been replaced by adoration for his wife. She’s younger than me but she seems much older. And I don’t know how, but she clearly doesn’t think Nikita loves her when it couldn’t be more obvious.
Maxim and Damien are both cranky. I was worried Celia was here by force when I saw how her father practically dragged her down the aisle. Until she stood in front of him, glowing as she stared at Milos. I’m worried Milos is annoyed—Damien muttered Vasily was standing in for Daddy, who backed out of being best man so he didn’t have to leave my side.
Daddy chuckled and said, “Milos doesn’t care who is at his side, all he cares about is that his woman is his before all of us here today. Everything else is extra.”
“Like you?” I wonder.
“Just like me, baby girl. You’re already mine. It’s only about making sure everyone else knows it,” he growls into my ear.
“Daddy.” I giggle. Then go still. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud here.
“Call me anything else, baby girl, and Daddy will spank your ass raw.” It’s a promise.
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“If we make it home without my cock inside you again, it will be a miracle.” He nips at the soft skin of my ear.
“Yes, please.” I sigh. Daddy woke me up the way he knew I loved, inside me, fucking me awake. After we made love he carried me in to take a shower. As badly as I pleaded, he denied us making love again—Amaya would be there soon to do my hair for the wedding. He spanked me for being greedy, after we’d spent all of yesterday in bed. Daddy warned me yesterday would be the last day we could hide away in the condo. Milos would be away for a week for his honeymoon, so he and Nikita would be taking over the running of things while he was gone. They would also be planning how to take more off Milo’s plate so he could spend more time with his wife.
Daddy was right, my cunt was sore. I could never tell him though. He would be upset he thought he hurt me. He still wasn’t comfortable with hurting me—spanking was the most he could do without holding me tight for a very long time after we were done. So I’m naughty and don’t tell him when things hurt. That way, I could get as much pain as I needed as often as I wanted it.
Also I’m almost certain my period is coming, either tonight or tomorrow. I wanted him as often as I could take him to hold me over for the long week without him.
I’m pressed down into a folding chair by rough hands. “Behave, dirty sluts with hungry cunts get spanked. You want Daddy to fuck you? If I do everyone will know I fucked you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want people to watch me fuck you but since I won’t allow that, you want them to know I did. It’s almost better, they’ll wonder did I bend you over the sink in the bathroom, or did I have you on your knees?”
His words go straight to my needy cunt. A glance around confirms what I hoped, since he’s speaking in a regular tone. Almost everyone is on the other side of the tent. Pictures are being taken. The service was at noon, they are taking pictures and in two hours lunch would be served. For now, most everyone is mingling, drinking champagne and the kind of hors d’oeuvres I thought were only in the movies. Caviar is everywhere.
The table we’re at is set for eight with a white tablecloth. I slide off my chair with my hand already inside Daddy’s pants. “Yes, Daddy. I want them to know I belong to you. Please let me suck your cock.”
He curses but he helps me take him out. I hum happily as I lick him. Suddenly the chair behind me moves. Russian is hissed. I’m almost positive it’s Maxim. Daddy replies in Russian. I sigh at not understanding them. I’ve been practicing with Daddy but it’s not an easy language.
I relax as I realize he doesn’t know I’m down here with Daddy’s cock in my mouth. I was sure he was hissing at Daddy for me doing this. But every few words he says something in English about weddings and marriage. I’d heard him complaining already about marrying anyone. Sounds like he’s still complaining about it.
Daddy’s hand goes to the back of my head as his hips move ever so slightly. I smile around his cock and suck him deeper into my mouth. His hand tightens. I hum again with pure pleasure. Sucking him deep, I stroke him the way he taught me. Only minutes later he comes inside my mouth.
He zips himself up, then his hands reach for me. One hand is around my wrist, the other around my waist as he helps me out from under the table. I assume his brother is gone. So I’m surprised to see Maxim when I sit down on the chair Daddy settles me on.
A dark eyebrow goes up, just like Daddy. I blush, he looks to Daddy and shakes his head. “You’re such an asshole sometimes.” Before pushing off the table and going to the other end of the tent.
