"Are you guys for real?" I ask.
She nods. "Yeah. He asked me already."
"You're really getting married?" I ask my dad and this woman I've just met.
He nods. "Yeah. You only live once."
"Did you seriously just YOLO me?" I ask him.
He smiles. "Sweetheart, I guess you're right. You got to do what you got to do. Though," he looks over at Cane, "I did not see this one coming."
Cane wraps an arm around my waist, taking this as our cue to go and leading me back to the bedroom. The party seems to have dispersed by now, and Fiona calls out as her father and I head back to the master suite.
"Daddy?"
Cane turns around. "Yes, Fiona?"
"I'll help clear out the party, if you like. I’ll even pass out the traditional holiday cookies."
Cane laughs. "Thanks, Fiona. I owe you one." With that, we're back in the bedroom, alone. This time when he locks it, we both exhale a sigh of relief.
"So apparently, everyone's okay with us," I tell him.
He smiles. "Did you really care what they thought?"
I nod. "Maybe? A little bit."
"Yeah? Me too," he says. "I love my family."
"I love mine," I say.
"And that's one of the reasons I love you."
My eyes widen. "You love me?"
He laughs. "Don't tell me you didn't know."
My eyes fill with hearts and my belly with butterflies. "Well, good, because I love you too."
9
Cane
Once we return to the bedroom, I call my housekeeper and ask for a bottle of champagne on ice along with a cup of milk and a plate of cookies for my Christmas wish.
Lucia is smiling the whole time. I find her a big, thick white bathrobe that is much too large for her, but she looks cute as a kitten wrapped up in it. She sits on my bathroom counter as I draw a warm bath for her, telling her she needs to soak in it to care for her body, to make sure every inch of her skin is attended to. I know my cock was a lot for her sweet cunt to take, and she needs some TLC.
I don't care about what my housekeeping staff thinks. I tell them I also need a bottle of bubble bath, and it's quickly acquired. I add some to the tub as my girl sips on a glass of champagne.
I light some candles and even toss in some rose petals for good measure.
"What do you think?" I ask once the tub is steaming and filled with bubbles and roses, the lights turned low. "Will this do to make you feel any better?"
I step toward her and take a drink of champagne from her flute. She smiles. "Why are you being so kind to me?"
"You mean, besides the fact that I'm fucking in love with you?"
She laughs, beautiful and glorious, my angel. "Yes. Besides that."
"Well, I honestly feel terrible."
"Terrible? For what?" she asks.
"For fucking you so hard," I tell her.
She unties the belt on the bathrobe and lets it fall away. Her body is so perfect, sitting there before me, naked and pure. Every curve, every inch of her is so beautiful, sensual, reflecting off the mirror in the bathroom, the glowing bathtub.
"I hate that I hurt you, that your sweet little pussy is tender, raw." I kneel before her and plant kisses on her inner thighs. She whimpers as I do, but I stand, not wanting to get her overly excited – she needs to rest her cunt for a bit.
"Don’t stop. I think I'm okay," she says. "It's been an hour or so since you took me and–"
"I know," I tell her. "I just, I don't want you to be hurt. So I think the bath will help you. And then afterwards, you can have some milk and cookies and I'll put you to bed."
She smiles. "Well, I'm not getting in that bathtub without you."
I chuckle. "You want us both to get in that bath? I can't even think of the last time I had a bath."
"Then why do you have this massive bathtub? I swear, four people could fit in it."
I lift my eyes. "You think?"
She nods. "Yes. This thing's huge. Your whole house is huge. I mean, I know we're all rich, but you have really good taste. Did you design this?"
I nod. "Yeah. I don't know why I made such a big master bath, but–"
She smiles. "I'm glad you did."
She wraps her arms around me. I pick her up. Her legs wrap around me too. I take her in through the mirror, her cute butt the only thing I see. Fuck, she looks good.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Because I'm thinking about all the ways I want to take you, all the ways I'm going to have you," I tell her. She laughs, her warm breath in my ear, and I squeeze her tighter, carrying her to the bathtub.