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My heart skips a beat as he lifts my gown and crouches. He taps my inner ankles. I widen my stance as commanded. His fingers trail up my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as I mewl softly. My knees wobble. I grip the edge of the console for stability, then cry out as his mouth covers my pussy lips.
His tongue darts in and out to lap at my core. My juices flow, triggered by his hungry mouth. Warmth fills my lower belly as the tingles of an orgasm spread. His lips tug at my clit. Probing the sensitive bud with absolute pleasure. Then I squeal.
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I smirk as Ma Petite Fille dances on her toes.
The diamond-encrusted platinum clit clamp sparkles as she moves. I press a soft kiss to her clit before I reach into the bag for the matching anal plug and lubricant.
“Breathe with the erotic pain, Ma Petite Fille. I have more gifts for you.”
She slows her pants and whispers her assent.
I focus on her bottom hole and squirt lube on it. Then press the tip of an anal plug covered with more lube to the puckered hole.
“Take it, Ma Petite Fille. Breathe in and out, then open for me.”
“Oooh… D—D—Daddy… It’s bigger…” she wails.
Over the past few days, we’ve increased the size of the anal plug to prepare her to take my cock. This is the last training one. I rub her ass as I apply more pressure until her ring of muscles gives way. The diamond-encrusted platinum rose base rests against her skin. She pants through her mouth as she squirms. Another few strokes, and she whimpers as she stills.
I stand and turn her around. She stares up at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. I kiss her lips as my fingers lower the straps of her gown. The fabric catches on the tips of her pebbled nipples. I tug it down to expose her tits. My mouth descends to suckle one as my fingers toy with the other. She mewls and arches her back.
The sound of pleasure cuts off as a clamp replaces my mouth. I kiss the swollen tip and clamp the other. I tug the slim chain connecting the nipple clamps to the clit clamp. Her eyes flutter closed as a moan seeps from her parted lips.
I lift her gown in place and loop the chain around her neck, then clip one end to the other. I survey Ma Petite Fille.
No one would know the delicate bejeweled platinum chain around her neck leads to nipple and clit clamps. They would assume it’s a necklace. The plug, not visible. But certainly felt by Ma Petite Fille, who shifts on her feet.
“You know the rules. Do not allow the plug to fall. If you need to stop, safeword. Do you understand?”
Her hooded eyes find mine, and she agrees.
I place her bag in her hand. My palm on her lower back guides her from the suite and to the Cullinan at the curb. She only squirms a little on the ride to the heliport, then during the twelve minutes to Greenwich.
We arrive at the event venue. A valet opens her door while I step out from the one held by the Connecticut driver I hired. As I round the back of the Maybach, I offer Ma Petite Fille my elbow and escort her up the red carpet and through the brass and glass doors to the lobby. We make our way to the cocktail hour.
“Remember the rules,” I murmur in her ear as her hand touches the delicate chain around her neck and peeks at her décolletage. “No one will know about your special accessories if you don’t allow the plug to fall.”
“The clamps, fine. But I still cannot believe you have me wearing a butt plug in public!” She hisses from the corner of her mouth. Then she gives me what she calls the stink eye and adds, “Daddy!”
I cough to cover up a chuckle at her feisty behavior. Sub or no, Ma Petite Fille can be a brat. However, she’s still adorable. I smirk and snag two Champagne flutes from a tray and hand one to her. She nods her thanks and takes a generous sip. My smirk widens.
We mingle with the other guests. I introduce her to those she doesn’t know as Roderick’s daughter. It doesn’t settle right with me. But we have no other choice. Word could easily get back to my best friend, and the results could prove devastating.
I notice the light dim from her eyes when I make such introductions. But I’ll make it up to her later when I take her virgin hole. My cock throbs in anticipation.
Soon they announce for the guests to move to the ballroom for dinner.
I shake the hand of a business associate with whom we chat and tell him to excuse us. Then I turn to Ma Petite Fille.
“Blair, a word.”
She swallows and inclines her head. I place her flute on the tray of a passing server and take Blair’s hand. We pass guests as they head towards the ballroom. I only nod so as not to get into lengthy conversations. She plasters a smile on her face as she walks carefully.
I stride down a side hall to a conference room and guide her inside. Once the door locks behind us, she sags against the table. Cheeks flushed crimson. Beads of sweat dot her hairline.
“No more, Daddy… I’m so horny… Please!”
