The Exhibition: DARK EROTICA SERIES

by Lucy Lixx

  “You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good?”

  As I was staring into his eyes, feeling the wetness, I thought there was no way to escape him now. Until:

  “Beth! Please come over, I want you to meet everyone!”

  I looked up and I saw Daddy, facing me with his arms outstretched. I confidently smiled, glaring at Brian: “It really doesn’t.” - With this, I walked towards Daddy, hugging him while the guests were applauding once again.

  In the midst of the applause, what no one was able to hear, was Daddy’s words to me:

  “Be a good girl don’t let him touch you. Save yourself for Daddy.”

  I nodded and went to take my seat.

  Chapter 5

  I soon realized that in between the guests were a lot of people from our family. Namely, my grandparents, cousins, mom’s relatives which I didn’t know were going to be here tonight. We met Daddy’s family and it turned all of them were really nice people. His friends were high-class but they were also kind and good-spirited. The conversation at the table simply flowed and it felt good to be there that night.

  Dinner was spectacular, there were so many courses and plates I stopped counting. But, everything was delicious.

  Daddy was seated at the head of the table, with mom on his right hand. Brian was seated next to mom, and I was given the honorary seat on his left. During dinner, I felt him looking, staring at me even, and I was scared that someone else would notice. I had to control my gaze as I saw Brian closely monitoring what I was doing and simply sitting there and starring at his father.

  Daddy on the other hand, behaved as if there was nothing happening. He drank, he offered a toast, and he laughed, talked, made small talk to everyone and was simply the star of the night. Mom was so bewitched by him, she didn’t notice anything. Brian on the other hand, either knew or had a feeling about us and it gave me a feeling of unease. I didn’t want mom to find out, especially since there really was nothing to be found out about. I was guilty about being so intensely attracted to Daddy but except for that, there was nothing going on.

  As dessert was served, I felt Daddy’s hand on my right knee. He wasn’t looking at me though, he was talking to mom. His hand went up my thigh and on to my panties. He was so smooth, so gentle, I had to grab a glass in front of me and pretend I was drinking to try to hide what was going on under the table. I saw mom, talking to him, so normally. She had no idea Daddy was touching me under the table.

  I leaned in and spread my legs. His hand slowly moved my panties aside and he was touching my pussy. I was getting wet and hot, I was already breathing heavily and I was terrified of someone actually finding out. As I looked at Brian, he was the only person from the whole table, staring at me. I realized he knew what was happening under the table, although I had no idea how.

  Daddy continued talking to mom, he even leaned in to kiss her a few times. As he leaned in to her, he took his hand away from me which gave me a moment to pull myself together. As I thought it was all done, Daddy leaned in towards me, making small talk, asking silly questions while completely stuffing his fingers into me.

  I was staring into his eyes, breathless, simply nodding and saying “yes” to everything he asked. His questions were referred to the dinner itself, was everything in order, did I like the house, would I mind living here, and so on and so forth.

  His questions were not important, what mattered was what was happening under the table. I saw the hunger in his eyes and I saw he wanted to go rough and hard with me, but given the circumstances, he had to be gentle. My panties were pushed aside as I felt his hand gliding, up and down, slowly pressing that sweet spot before going down and pushing a finger inside me. I almost screamed and he pulled out his hand. He smiled, leaning in and whispering: “You are a good girl, Beth.”

  I sat there, breathless, not knowing how to pull myself together. I was very aware of Brian’s look – he was gazing at me this whole time. I was avoiding his eyes intentionally, scared of being judged, scared of being found out. There was no escaping him, however hard I tried, I had to accept this family was soon to be mine and I’ll have to live with them. With that, I looked straight into Brian’s eyes, waiting for his reaction.

  He sat across me. I could tell he was surprised by my look but he pulled himself together and smiled.

  Right after this, Daddy stood up and asked everyone to get outside on the balcony, where he said he had a special surprise awaiting.

  As all the guests got up and walked outside the huge terrace, I saw the decorations and the chairs all lined up. Huge bouquets of roses were everywhere, making the terrace look like a fairytale venue. The chairs were lined up from both sides of the balcony, as the middle was decorated with a very romantic carpet made out of rose petals. The carpet was leading to the very end of the balcony where the biggest wreath of flowers stood, tall enough for two people to stand below it. And then, it dawned on me: Daddy had prepared this whole thing so they can get married that same night.

  As guests stepped out and all of them where taken aback by the view, Daddy came forth and asked all of them to be seated. He took my mom’s hand and it the most romantic gesture I’ve ever seen, he kneeled in front of everybody, looking into her eyes, asking her to marry him, right there and then.

  I saw my mom tear up as she nodded her head in approval and the applause exploded around them.

  The registrar soon showed up, clearing his throat and asking everyone to

  take their seats. As we did, Daddy took my mom’s hand and led her right below the huge wreath of flowers. A photographer soon appeared, snapping photos of everyone present, while all the guests were swelling up, obviously touched by his gesture.

  I took my seat next to Brian and was completely immersed in the event, looking at my mom, realizing how happy she finally was. I glared at Brian and smiled at him, wanting to acknowledge how beautiful this night turned out to be. Brian leaned in and whispered:

  “Now we are officially a family. How much do you love your daddy?”

  I felt sarcasm in his voice and decided to ignore it. I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin this beautiful moment. I leaned in and whispered: “Very much.”

  The second I turned to watch the event, I saw Daddy grab my mom’s hand, while she adoringly gazed into his eyes. For a split second, I was jealous as I felt I was the one that was supposed to be up there with him. I tried to chase away those evil thoughts, as I saw a trio of violinists show up. They started playing and their music only enhanced the romantic atmosphere around us.

  “We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman…” – The registrar started as I relaxed and decided to enjoy in the moment.

  “Do you, Michael Jones, take Emma Hughes to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in heath, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

  After a moment of silence, Daddy looked towards my mom and whispered:

  “I do.”

  The crowed started cheering but decided to wait until the bride said “I do.”

  The registrar, pleased with the answer, turned to my mom, asking the same question:

  “Do you, Emma Hughes, take this man, Michael Jones, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

  “I do.” – Whispered my mom, glaring at him adoringly.

  “If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.” – The registrar announced and for a split second, I though he was looking straight at me. The question made me feel uncomfortable, and with Brian leaning in and whispering: “Don’t you want to say something?” it made me even more uncomfortable.

  After a minute, they exchanged the rings. I
barely remember the last part of the event as my head was already buzzing. I do remember everyone stood up and applauded for a very long time.

  Chapter 6

  After the ceremony, I stood by at the side watching mom dancing with my new Daddy. Actually, I was staring at him, not able to look away. The charisma of power and success combined with experience and physical beauty was making me droll. Just by looking at him, I was wet. I was imagining his hands up my skirt, his touch on my skin, his prickly beard on my face when Brian came and stood right next to me.

  “I see you watching. I just don’t know why you stare at him that way.”

  I was dragged away from my fantasy, painfully aware Brian was talking to me.

  “What way? I wasn’t staring.”

  Brian leaned in on me even more. I could smell his perfume, I felt his body weight on mine.

  “Doesn’t matter little sis. As long as you pick me.” – He whispered, lowering his right hand on my ass, grabbing it with full force. No one that was in front of us knew what was happening. I wanted to move away and leave but I caught Daddy looking at us. From his look, I knew he was aware of what was happening and I knew he wasn’t pleased. I decided to play along, I wanted to make him jealous. So, I leaned in even more on Brian’s hand, looking up and flirting with him.

  “What do you want Brian?”

  “You. Isn’t it obvious?” – He gushed, surprised by my reaction. With his other hand he was holding a glass of wine: “You want some?”

  “I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

  “You’re not legally allowed to be this hot either.”

  I smiled and took the glass from him. As I was sipping, I saw Daddy staring at me. I knew he wasn’t happy by what he was seeing. I knew he was jealous. And, it made me feel good.

  “Shall we dance?” – I asked as Brian took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He held me real tight as we danced and I was aware at the glances we got from the people around us. I was aware they were already whispering how the step-brother and sister got too close. But, I didn’t care.

  I relished his look. Daddy was staring at me with such intensity that made my toes curl again. I knew I was going to be punished for my actions as I just disobeyed him: I was not behaving as a good girl anymore.

  As the party came to an end, it was mom, Brian, Daddy and I that were left on the balcony. Brian was clearly tipsy and I let him kiss me, without mom seeing us.

  Daddy was staring at us: “Brian behave. Go to bed. Now.”

  His voice was stern, stable and low, more like a growl than speech. It looked as if Brian sobered up the minute he heard his father talk and without saying a word, he left.

  “I’m going to change.” – Mom said, kissing Daddy and hugging me.

  It was just the two of us outside, standing one across the other. The night was calm and warm but I had goose bumps all over. As soon as he was sure mom was not coming back, he slowly walked up to me. The way he walked made my heart race and took my breath away. I was left speechless and helpless.

  “So, you let Brian touch you?”

  I nodded. I couldn’t utter a single word.

  He came face to face with me and put his right index finger on my lips. He was massaging them, touching them, rubbing my lips with his finger as he was staring into my eyes.

  “I asked you to be a good girl, Beth. And it seems you have disobeyed me.”

  I lost control over my knees and body. I was shaking. Not from fear but from anticipation, from attraction, from how drunk this man made me feel. I wanted him.

  He slowly opened my mouth and put his right index finger inside.

  “Lick. Gently.” – He whispered as he stood there, watching. I was looking directly into his eyes while I took his finger and licked it slowly before I started sucking on it. I saw him open his mouth in pleasure then close it again. Daddy leaned in even more, using his left hand to glide it inside my skirt from behind and spank my bottom.

  He wasn’t being gentle. The spanking hurt. I was surprised and humbled at the same time. He saw my expression and smiled: “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Beth. And I have to discipline you.”

  With this, I felt his left hand struggle through my panties and opening my ass. He was gliding his hand up and down before pushing one of his fingers inside. It hurt like hell and I almost screamed.

  “I’m finger-fucking your asshole, Beth. This is what happens to bad girls. Don’t you dare make a sound.”

  I completely fell onto him. The pain burst throughout me, I felt tears streaming down my face and I was biting on his shirt to contain my screams. As I leaned in, I felt a huge bulge in front of his pants and I knew he was hard for me. Despite the pain, knowing that I was able to turn Daddy on, turned me on even more and I lifted my head and kissed his neck.

  “So much for the pain, huh? You are such a little slut, Beth.” – He whispered, removing his hand, grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me away.

  “We are not done though. You will be disciplined.”

  I nodded, looking down. Part of me was scared as I didn’t know how severe my punishment will be, but the other part of me was looking forward to it.

  Right when I thought it was all over, Daddy leaned in and whispered:

  “Punishment number 1 was this. Punishment number 2: I’m going to fuck your mom with the hard-on you gave me. Think about it.”

  With this, he left the balcony and went upstairs. I exhaled deeply before leaning on the fence, trying to pull myself together. I looked up and my heart stopped: Brian was on one of the windows right above the terrace.

  Chapter 7

  This was my first night in the enormous mansion. I got my own room, beautifully decorated, with a walk-in closet and a marble bathroom. I was exhausted from the whole night and was able to take off my clothes and go to sleep.

  The next morning, I woke up feeling someone’s hand on my forehead. I thought it was Daddy and opened my eyes to see mom seating on the brink of the bed, gazing at me adoringly. She had a distinctive shine about her, something I knew she got from having sex last night. Sex she should be thanking me for.

  “Good morning sweetie. You don’t have to get up now. I just wanted to tell you I have to run to the office and I’ll be back. Mike and I decided it was for the best for you and me to live here from now on. So, later today maybe we can go pack?”

  “Sure mom. Anything for you.”

  She smiled, leaned in and kissed my forehead: “See you later baby.”

  As she walked out of the room, I turned and laid on my stomach with the pillow below my head, thinking about everything. I heard footsteps coming through the door: “Mom, did you forget something?”

  “It’s not mom.”

  Daddy’s voice made me tremble. Immediately, although still half-asleep, I was shaking and I got the goose bumps again. I tried to get out of bed only to be stopped: “Don’t get out. Get in bed. And lay face down.”

  As I laid down, I took the courage to tell him: “Brian saw us last night.”

  “Oh? What did he see?” – Daddy was speaking, as I heard a noise: sounded as if he was taking off his belt.

  “He was on the window atop the balcony. He saw us…”

  “He saw us what, m?” – As he spoke, he lifted the sheet off me, only to reveal my complete nakedness.

  “He saw you…touching me.”

  He hit me with his belt on the ass real hard. It hurt, I screamed. Daddy kept talking in his stern, stabile voice as if nothing happened:

  “I was touching you? Where?”

  I kept quiet for a second, thinking about what I should say. He started spanking me, harder and harder: “I asked you a question, didn’t I? I expect an answer!”

  Although I knew what we were doing last night, I felt too embarrassed to say it. Daddy kept using his belt and his palms to spank me and I kept screaming in both pain and arousal. I felt him getting on the bed, mounting me. I was layi
ng head down with his legs holding me tightly underneath him.

  “Should I repeat myself?” – Daddy leaned in and whispered on my ear.

  “No daddy. I will behave.” – I whispered back as I felt him petting me on the head.

  “So, what did I do to you last night?”

  “You put your finger in my mouth…and you stuck your finger in my ass.” – I whispered.

  “Good girl. And, did you like it?”

  I tried to nod in agreement, but I couldn’t as he had me face down, locked in, completely unable to move.

  “Yes…”

  “Yes what?”

  I didn’t know what to say and I went with: “Yes, daddy.”