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Even through his jeans and his coat, his hardness presses against my belly, and my lubrication station turns on full blast, drowning out any rational thought.
I’m sure some of the people milling around know he’s my grandfather. It’s a small town no matter how much we keep to ourselves. Our dance is a little too close, but I don’t care. And Grandpa doesn’t seem to, either.
He holds me over his heart, inhaling above my head. His hand drops to the small of my back, then lower, then into a full-on ass grab. And I love the feel of his fingers slipping into the crack of my rear, reminding me that he can take any hole he likes.
And he can. And he does.
Oh, how things change.
We dance to Santa Baby, then Silent Night and time speeds by, and my whole world is him. The feel of his warmth against me, the scent of his spicy cologne, the roughness of his massive hand enveloping my tiny one. I want to kiss him so badly. I want to feel his lips open to mine and taste his breath.
“What’s wrong, honeysuckle?”
I draw a shaking breath, realizing I was lost in my own little world. “I wish we could be together. Like,togethertogether. I wish I could tell the world.”
He replies with silence and that horrible sinking feeling returns when I think of what secrets he may have with Lucy.
As the song ends, he tugs me down the stairs of the gazebo and my heart sinks, knowing some things are not to be wished for.
Hand in hand, we make our way to The Black Swan Boutique, and he pulls me inside. Everything here is super expensive and high-end. I don’t have any money of my own and being over the top extravagant with Grandpa’s money never felt right.
Papa is pulling out dresses, holding them up against me and either nodding or shaking his head. Not one dress, not two, maybe ten. Hats, scarves, jewelry, bags. Jeans, t-shirts and anything I touch, it’s put into the arms of two employees who take it to a counter and start a pile. A woman dressed in all black with a Morticia vibe comes over and smiles when she sees me.
“Hello, I’m Nina. Can I help?”
“You work here?”
“I certainly do,” she says with a bob of her head. “And you are…?”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his large frame. My insides turn to mush at this open display of affection. “None of your business,” he grunts with a sniff.
“She’s just being nice,” I tell him. “There’s no need to be a grumpy Gus, Papa.”
Nina doesn’t seem to have taken offense. “Oh! Is this your father?”
“Grandfather,” I tell her.
Papa rumbles with a low growl. “Where is the lingerie?”
Nina pins her eyes on me as I shrug. She looks at me with mock horror. “Notthe sort of thing you want to discuss with your grandfather, right? I’ll take you and—”
Papa cuts her off. “I’lltake her. You just point.” He stares at her until she backs down and points us toward the left.
As Papa leads, I follow as two men with their wives or girlfriends watch me with heat in their eyes, leaning to whisper to each other as we pass.
I’m a plain cotton Hanes sorta girl, but still. I could be converted because the fancy, frilly things here are just beyond,beyondbeautiful. Papa has me picking out things I like, things he likes and imagining parading around showing off and teasing him until he turns me over his knee then puts me down onto mine for a good Papa-style throat fuck has my thighs slick and the needy tug in my core is getting desperate for relief.
I’m flushed and dripping, nipples on high alert as the two men step into the lingerie area, looking me up and down.
The soreness throbs as I imagine all the dirty things I’ve read that I want to do with my Papa, and I wonder if my newfound promiscuity is seeping from my pores, drawing feral looks from any men close enough to catch my frisky pheromones.
“What are you fucking looking at? You want to keep your eyes?” Gennero steps toward the two men, who sneer but wisely shrink back as I lay a hand on Papa’s arm. His jaw is hard, brow bunched with anger as he winds his fingers into the back of my hair and tugs me next to him.
“Papa, it’s okay,” I mumble and then the unthinkable happens.
He follows me into the changing room.
Or, to be more precise, he leads the way. He grabs a chair from nearby, ignores Nina’s polite protests that the changing rooms are for one person at a time, and locks the door behind me.
