Call Me Daddy

Stretch

Amelia's POV

My father loves an excuse to throw a party, all the time. He's leaving in the morning with Brittany for their honey moon by the way, to another f*****g country!

So he's throwing a party to celebrate getting a second marriage. How nice. How great. Unfortunately, I had to attend because well, what choice do I have?

Brittany looked pretty in her white dress and she genuinely looked happy, so it was a great motivation for me to get ready in happy spirits as well.

It was too sudden, but I had a mildly decent dress for the occasion. I wore my hair down, applied just about enough makeup to amplify my face because why not? I should at least look like a goddess if I have to attend.

Of course I have to talk about my dress. It's a dark purple, sparkly sequin dress, one handed with a high slit. I could brag about my beauty all day. Mom and dad definitely did their big one, and as the only child, I got it all, their best features!

Dad made me meet all his friends as usual. So exhausting. I don't know why I was hoping a certain person would be in attendance but I didn't seem to see him anywhere, which was a teeny bit disappointing for reasons I couldn't explain.

Then I heard his voice from behind me. I was standing beside my dad so when I turned around, both men were already exchanging pleasantries.

He didn't even look at me. A smile formed on my face anyway, disrespectfully I might add. He was wearing a well tailored suit, and his well ripped muscles were barely hidden. He looked all man, all dangerous sin. He even smelled great from afar. Sometimes I feel so honored that I've seen this glorious man naked.

I wished I could open his shirt and run my tongue through his chest. f**k.

“How is she at work?” Dad suddenly asked, pulling me to their midst all of a sudden. My lungs almost fell because it was all too sudden and my crush was becoming too embarrassing, I doubted I could even look him in the eye.

He nodded like he was a decent, professional man.The whole time he's been promising to sexually traumatize me.

“She's doing such a great job. I'm proud of her. She's not the best graduating student for nothing, you know?”

He finally locked eyes with me, and he looked nothing short of the devil. This man makes me so hungry, how annoying.

I was burning with the need to satisfy him in every way. He had that aura to him.

I forced a smile as expected of me as my dad showered me with praises and told me how proud he was of me.

“I'm guessing you didn't come with a date?” Dad asked.

“Oh she's here.” Dane looked ahead like he was actually expecting someone. It stung.

“I'm just kidding. No date. I'm a busy man, no time for that.” He said right after, letting out an awkward laugh with dad.

Tell me why I felt like I could finally breathe better though? No dates, good.

“Well, Amelia would be delighted.” Dad said, smiling at me, expecting me to agree.

Of course I shook my head. Dad still thinks I don't like Dane, and it should stay that way. He shouldn't know his business partner has stuffed his face in between my legs and he's fed me his unbelievable huge c**k to suck like a needy w***e until my jaw dislocated.

“No dad, I absolutely wouldn't be delighted–”

“Be a good girl! At least try to be cordial with your boss. Get over it!”

He literally pushed me to Dane’s arms and went straight to meet his wife. Nice to see though.

Dane wasted no time in taking me straight into the dance floor crowded with people where we still mingled perfectly at a good distance from others.

“I love your dress.” He complimented and I blushed hard. I couldn't even hide it.

“Thank you.” Then he reached for my face like we weren't in public. He ran his finger through it.

“Look at your pretty face. What do you say to getting your eyes all teary, your mascara running down your cheeks and you ruining your makeup?”

I swallowed. That sounded like a plan, I guess?

“I have no reason to cry. Why? Is it tonight? You want to make me cry?”

He just looked away but he didn't respond. He placed a hand on my hips and pulled me closer, looking right into my eyes.

I placed both of my hands on his shoulders and we started moving about, dancing slowly like he wasn't intoxicating me.

We were so close, and that's when I felt his hands leave my waist, heading straight for the slit of my dress, then he parted it and let his hand rest on my thighs. I made a hopeless noise as I felt the cool contact.

He proceeded to run his hands all over my thighs, pressing and squeezing sensually, all while looking me dead in the eyes. At a point I looked away to catch my breath but when I looked back, his soulless eyes were back to being trained on me, taunting me.

I shook slightly when his hands travelled higher and a gasp escaped me. I clenched my thighs in need but he slapped them, causing me to stretch them apart. I wanted to start crying.

“You can't…we can't…” Oh God, as delicious as this was, we were in public. Is he crazy?

He didn't share the same sentiment. Sometimes I wondered where he got his audacity from.

“Stop being a baby. We can. I can. I can do anything I f*****g want to you like you've been wanting.” His voice reached the depths of my soul as he spoke.

I couldn't breathe.

“Okay, wait for a sec–”

He tugged at the waistline of my thong, then immediately cupped my mound right there…from the inside. My breath hitched. I was too overstimulated, too overwhelmed. He pressed my p***y and I wanted to tighten my legs in desire but he didn't let me.

“Stretch. Let me feel your f*****g cunt. Stop behaving like a damn child.” He was yelling at me in a way that drove me insane because he was also whispering ever so sensually. He looked so scary.

“Don't dare look away from my eyes.” I couldn't help but listen, even though it was killing me, then all of a sudden, I didn't know where my fear ended and where my excitement began.

I was just…transformed. My adrenaline pumped and pumped. All I could think about was no longer fear, but the thrill of getting caught. There's a difference.

Even though we were surrounded by people, what he was doing to me tricked me into believing that we were alone because no way that was happening in front of others, so I relaxed my shoulders and started to really enjoy it.

I felt his finger slide through my very wet folds and I let out a greedy moan. He was rubbing aggressively. I had this insane, lust-fueled feeling that if this crazy man decided to take me right here in front of everyone in this hall, I would so spread my legs.

He was just getting started.