Amber pulled on her lacy thong, gliding her fingers over the sensitive skin of her thighs. She trailed them very close to the sides of her kitty. Her inner muscles twinged from the pleasure. She pushed her hand between her legs and rubbed herself over top of the lace material. She felt so sexy, she couldn’t resist touching herself like this. Even though she knew Daddy wouldn’t like it.
“What are you doing there, Amber?” His deep voice came from her bedroom doorway.
Amber pulled her hand away from herself, her cheeks flushing. She hadn’t even heard him open the door. “Just getting dressed for your event tonight!”
Daddy entered and pulled the door shut behind him. He already had his tuxedo on, the crisp black and white material and straight lines giving him a refined, regal edge. He came over to her and placed his hand on her thigh. Her leg jumped and trembled under his touch. He ran his hand up higher between her legs, to her panties, and slid one finger over the lace between her lips. “I think you were doing something else when you thought you could get away with it, weren’t you?”
She drew in a sharp breath and nodded, guilt and desire mingling inside her. “Are you going to punish me?”
His lips curved. “I think I am going to need to. You have to behave at the gala tonight.”
She trembled, excited to find out in what way he would punish her. She looked forward to having him correct her bad behavior, so much so that sometimes she acted out on purpose. He owned her body so completely. He could do whatever he wanted to her, whenever he wanted, and she always loved it because she wanted to prove she could be his good girl.
This gala dinner tonight would be the ultimate chance to show she had what it took to be the famous Kristoff’s girlfriend. He would be receiving an award and she would be able to stand up on the stage with him as he gave his speech. He’d claim her as his lover, not merely his assistant, as he presented her during the trip to Berlin. There would be a lot of scrutiny coming his way as a result of the announcement, a lot of controversy because she was half his age. She needed to behave.
He would make her behave.
Amber spread her legs for her Daddy, her breath coming fast as she imagined what he would do to her. Sometimes he tied her up or gagged and blindfolded her. When she was deprived of her senses in that manner, he’d do things to her, letting her really focus on the sensations. He would put cold or very warm things in her pussy, spank her, make her wear clothes pegs on her nipples, or use toys on her but not allow her cummies. He never hurt her and she trusted him not to. This was different. It wasn’t pain, it was punishment.
Daddy looked down at her for a long moment and shook his head. “We don’t have all day to make you learn to behave, teacup. I think I’m going to have to give you some punishments that will last all night.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, lowering her head submissively, letting him know she would do whatever he wanted.
Daddy left the room for a moment. He came back quickly, carrying a tube of toothpaste and a bullet vibrator. The front of his pants had also been undone, his underwear moved out of the way. His erection stuck out, the swollen red tip oozing droplets of pre-cum.
“Lean back.”
Amber obeyed, leaning back and bracing herself on her hands. Daddy straddled her body and took his organ in his hand. He stroked himself in a quick and even rhythm, his breathing coming in rapid grunts. Before long, his white essence splashed across her breasts.
Daddy drew back, panting. “There. Rub that in your breasts. You’ll feel me on you the whole night.”
A little confused as to how this was a punishment, she nevertheless obeyed. It was very warm and almost like lotion, and made her nipples and boobies very slippery.
“Now let’s take those panties of yours off,” he instructed.
Amber once again obeyed, lifting up her butt and wriggling her panties down to expose her kitty. She spread her legs to allow him to do whatever he wanted.
He brought the bullet vibrator to her sensitive lips and pushed it inside her without warning. She gasped, her kitty clamping down around the unusual shape of it. Her inner muscles fluttered, flexing, struggling to adjust to the foreign object.
Daddy said, “I am going to have the controller to this on me at all times tonight. I’ll be using it on you whenever I want.”
Amber was even more confused than before. “Daddy, did you forget what a punishment is?”
He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “It will feel very good but you are not going to touch yourself tonight. You are not going to orgasm. You will act normally and be my perfect little lady.”
“Oh!” she cried, dismayed, finally understanding what all of this was about. He was going to make her think of him, want him, need him, and deprive herself of him at the same time.
“You need to learn to wait and listen to me,” he said sternly. “You’re leaving me with no other choice. Either control yourself or embarrass us both. But if you embarrass us, it affects my image more than yours. Remember that whenever you feel like playing with yourself, you naughty girl.”
“Yes,” she said timidly. “I will. What about the toothpaste?”
Rather than answer her Daddy squeezed a dollop of the minty blue paste on his fingertip and then swiped it over her clitty. A fierce tingle took hold of the sensitive nub, rocking her hips. “Daddy! That’s not fair!”
“No touching yourself!” he reprimanded. “Now get your dress on. I won’t be late because of you.”
She whimpered. He frowned. Left with no choice, she picked up her dress and pulled it on. The strapless pink maxi dress hugged the shape of her body. It revealed nothing from the front, not even cleavage, but was backless, the line plunging so far down to show the top of her perky buttcheeks and the strap of her thong.
Daddy stood behind her as she looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. He curled his hand around her butt and gave her a gentle pat. He could have spanked her, and she wanted to be spanked, but he clearly thought she was being punished enough.
They headed to the venue together in a limousine that arrived specifically just for them.
The parking lot outside the building was packed with luxury vehicles Amber didn’t dare breathe on, they were so shiny and polished and perfect. She stuck close to Daddy’s back while navigating through the maze behind him. More cars arrived all the time, interspersed with limousines both long and short, dropping off well-dressed men and women on the front marble stares. Everyone they passed seemed to know Daddy and greeted him with reverence.
Before they even reached the steps at the front of the venue, Amber came to a dreadful realization. She had no idea how to navigate in this new world. She was so shy that she struggled to get along with her peers and was always making mistakes and misreading signals. How was she ever going to last the night? Why had she been so naughty before? The added distractions of Daddy’s cum on her breasts and the toothpaste and vibrator would make everything so much harder.
Daddy wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a warning look, telling her she had better behave. She pressed close to his side. He took that as a sign of her acquiesce and led her inside.
The venue was a vast and intimidating place with ceilings so tall the rooms resembled caverns. Every doorway arched to a grand height, twice as tall as the tallest man in the world, while rippling gold and red patterns covered the walls. Amber was reminded of Middle Eastern architecture, all the graceful lines and curved edges and conical ceilings.
Daddy merged into the crowd right away, approaching a group of ten men, each with a beautiful woman to accompany them. All of the women were much older than Amber and looked so dignified, so queenly, she had to look down at herself to remind herself she was no maid or servant. Daddy had her dressed like royalty, too. She shouldn’t show her fears or else these women would never respect her.
As it was, no one paid any attention to her at all until Daddy paused the conversation long enough to introduce her. “This is my date
for the night, Amber. Amber, these are my friends and their own dates.’
He gave her their names, not that she could recall a single one at the end of the introductions. She swallowed hard and clung to Daddy’s arm, uncertain of what she should do as they all stared at her. A sudden vibration in her kitty made her gasp, soundless. Her lips pulled apart. She struggled to focus, squeezing her thighs together. She forced words through her parted lips, not knowing what would come out but knowing that saying anything was better than standing there catching flies.
“It’s nice to meet you all. Does… Do you all work with Kristoff?”
I have to be careful not to call him Daddy out loud!
Luckily, the men took this as an invitation to start talking about their work. They drifted as a group out of the entryway and to a ballroom, where waiters and waitresses in black tie formal wear roamed about with flutes of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. The process took a very long while, as Daddy and his senior executive friends constantly stopped to speak with others. The process of being introduced occurred again and again.
Slowly, by way of some miracle, Amber felt herself starting to relax. Maybe it was the adrenaline that went shooting through her body every time Daddy tweaked the vibrator remote in his pocket, or the sheer repetition of the proceedings. Maybe it was that no one really seemed to expect much from her. Either way, she spoke a little louder and stood a little taller when meeting new people. She complimented the other women on what they wore. And most of all, she did her best to make Daddy proud.
Daddy curled his hand around her wrist and drew her to the side of the ballroom, next to a table covered in an array of bite-sized desserts. “Before long, we’ll be moving to the dining hall where I’ll get my award,” he said, very conversationally, in a way that had her anticipating something very serious. He leaned over her and whispered into her ear. “You’re going to stand up on the stage with me, little girl. Better be good.”
“Daddy…”
Before she could say anything, another vibration began in her kitty. She bit her tongue to restrain a moan, shifting on her feet and fighting the urge to plunge her hand between her legs. The vibration ramped up another level. Her pulse pounded in her veins. Her toothpaste-covered button tingled, trembled. She was very aware of Daddy’s cum on her breasts, the musky scent of her own desire lingering in the air around her like a fine perfume.
The vibration increased. Her kitty pulsed around the vibrator buried inside her, her inner muscles clenching inward. A prickly wash of heat swept over her body. She didn’t know whether she would faint or cum.
Something cool touched her hand.
Amber blinked and saw a flute of champagne in her hand, her fingers coiled tight around the slender stem. The vibrating inside her had stopped. For now.
“You should drink a little,” Daddy said, voice low and husky. “You look a little flushed.”
Amber forced herself to stop holding the glass so hard, not wanting to break it. “I’m just so excited for you,” she managed, mouth dry. She took a drink of the crisp, light champagne and felt a tiny bit better.
He brushed his lips over her ear. “Very good.” Leaning back, he spoke more naturally, so anyone overhearing wouldn’t suspect a thing. “Let’s go find the others and make our way to the dining hall.”
Once more, the process of moving from one location to the next took far longer than it should have. It took them almost an hour to get into the dining hall, even though it was only just across the way. Amber loosened up even more, no doubt thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol she’d consumed during the journey.
Everything seemed to blur around her, the moments passing in skips and lurches, like a stone over the surface of a lake. She found herself at the table with Daddy and his friends. Then, she was telling a funny story to a few of the other women, recounting an incident during a hiking trip when she’d been scared by a rabbit she mistook for a mountain lion. And then she was on her own and everything was quiet, except for a silver-haired man standing up on the stage beside Daddy. The older man spoke on the reason for Daddy’s award that night, rambling on and on, almost as if he wanted to recount every moment of Daddy’s adult life.
Daddy looked so handsome up on that stage, all the lights trained on him highlighting his strong features. His suit fit exceedingly well, showing all his muscles and really hiding very little. Even the bulge between his legs was visible.
Amber’s kitty throbbed even though he hadn’t touched the vibrator remote. Both his hands were in view.
At long last, Daddy took the award and stepped up in front of the microphone. He held it up, grinning. “I want to thank all of you who are out here tonight,” he began, and then he proceeded to do so, or at least it seemed to Amber. “There’s one more person here tonight to whom I owe very much. She is the love of my life. Amber, please, join me.”
Those who had met Amber over the course of the past few hours turned in her direction, while the rest followed their lead. Hundreds of eyes burned into her. She ducked her head, trembling, all her prior bravery flying right out of her.
“Amber,” Daddy called to her.
She had to obey him. She couldn’t embarrass him.
She lifted her head and looked around until she saw him, gazing at her from the stage. She pushed herself away from the table and climbed to her feet, legs wobbling beneath her. She kept looking at Daddy as she walked to him, looked at his face and his warm expression, letting him fill her vision until he was all she could see. She came to stand at the stage in front of him, looking up at him.
Daddy leaned down and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up onto the stage at his side as if she weighed nothing. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to his side. “This beautiful woman is the best thing to ever happen to me. She makes everything in life seem worth it. I have no idea what I would do without her, and so I accept this award knowing that I would not have if it not for her.”
Her heart swelled with joy as he professed his love for her out loud where everyone could hear. Damn the consequences. Damn their opinions. She had done well, and he was rewarding her for it by claiming her in front of them all.
He kept her by his side while he gave his speech. She looked out at their audience without really seeing them, all her senses wrapped up in the man at her side. She hadn’t ever felt closer to him. He was part of her, belonged to her as she belonged to him. She didn’t know what she would do with her life but she knew whatever she did, she would owe it all to him.
Daddy shifted just the slightest. Amber sensed what was coming the instant before it happened, taking the opportunity to brace herself. The vibrator in her kitty turned on, ramping up through the levels in rapid succession until the maximum was reached. Hot waves rocked through her body, the pleasure reaching all the way deep inside of her. She could hardly keep still. She had no idea what expression was on her face, or what she looked like to any of the people watching her. Daddy’s colleagues, the media. She was losing touch with the outside world, losing touch with her common sense, falling into the flames as they reached for her.
Daddy squeezed her waist, digging his fingers into her soft skin.
She jolted from her fugue, mentally crying out. No! She couldn’t give in! She couldn’t give up. She had come so far.
She wrapped her arm around him and held onto him, squeezing tight, forcing as much of her attention into the simple act of holding onto him. Though the vibrations from between her legs continued uninterrupted, as long as she tried to focus on something else, she thought she would be fine.
Probably.
If only Daddy would shorten his speech. Her kitty was wet with her own arousal and her juices were soaking her panties. If he kept this up for much longer, it would be running down her inner thighs.
A spasm gripped her. She shifted on her feet. The movement tilted the vibrator, angled the egg inside her so the vibration hit directly against a new part of her. She bit her lip, struggled to hold
back a moan. Her inner muscles flexed and trembled, gripping at the egg. The movement was involuntary. Her body wanted to have cummies so bad, she wasn’t in control of herself any longer.
Then, suddenly, the vibrations stopped. Amber almost fell, too stunned by the abruptness to gain control over her body. Daddy pulled her close to him and whisked her off the stage, while all around them rang out cheers and applause. All of the praise was meant for Daddy, of course, though she couldn’t help but to feel as if she deserved a standing ovation of her own for holding off an orgasm for so long.
Other guests had their own speeches to give. While everyone was distracted, Daddy leaned over and whispered into Amber’s ear. “You did well. No more for tonight. You’ve learned your lesson.”
She smiled, beaming up at him, full of pride at her accomplishment.
When all the speeches had ran their course, droves of waiters brought out the first dish of what would be a four-course meal. Butternut squash ravioli, followed by a salad of bitter and spicy greens, topped with watermelon and feta cheese and drizzled with honey vinaigrette. The third course was an entrée of either duck or chicken, served with pomegranate plum sauce, and rice and broccolini. And lastly were three dessert options: espresso panna cotta, hand-churned vanilla ice cream with chocolate fudge sauce, or a cream puff and fresh berries.
Daddy opted for the panna cotta. Amber went for the ice cream. It was the silkiest and sweetest thing she had ever tasted. She turned to Daddy with her spoon raised up in the air, loaded with ice cream and swirls of fudge sauce. “You have to try this, Daddy.”
“Daddy?” someone muttered.
Oops.
Daddy didn’t seem to notice the slip. He opened his mouth for the ice cream. Amber guided the spoon to his lips. A huge dollop of sauce dropped off the side of the spoon and fell straight down, landing out of sight with a faint plop.
“Oops,” she said, this time out loud.
Daddy tilted his head to look under the table. “Amber,” he said warningly. “Clean that up.”
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