You’ll see.”
I give him a look, but I take the bag. As I’m walking away he catches me by the elbow and pulls me back to whisper in my ear. “I don’t want you wearing any panties tonight.”
It’s my turn to smirk. “Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of dress where you can.”
I have the satisfaction of watching his eyes go dark with lust before walking away. Serves him right. He can deal with the hard-on I just gave him while thinking about me without any panties.
Fresh out of the shower, freshly shaved and shampooed, I’m looking at the box that’s on my bed, having just pulled it out of the bag that Tristan gave me. I grab my phone and text him.
Are you kidding me?
His response only takes a couple of seconds.
No, I am not kidding.
It’s another butt plug. Bigger than the last one. He texts again.
It’s one size bigger.
I can’t wear that to the gala, I protest.
Why not?
I try to think of a good argument, but I don’t have one. All I can come up with is,
I can’t be around my family in a dress that doesn’t let me wear underwear and wear a butt plug.
Nicola, I fully intend on fucking you behind the scenes at this gala. So not only will you be without panties and wearing a butt plug, you’ll have my cum running down your legs. Or possibly on your tongue.
Warm heat settles in my stomach. We both know that I’m going to wear it. It turns me on too much not to, but I still feel like I have to make a token protest.
You’re lucky you’re my fiancé.
I am lucky about that, you are correct.
I throw my phone on the bed, and toss my head back. I cannot believe that I’m actually going to do this, but I am. It takes me longer than it would if Tristan were here, because he’s better at it than I am and it feels fucking weird to be doing it myself. He’s had me wear the smaller plug several time over the last week, and so this one doesn’t cause a problem. But just like when I wear the other one, everything seems to get more sensitive. I’m more aware of my body, especially my pussy and ass, and that’s only going to cause problems tonight.
Delicious problems.
The other thing I do it put little stickers over my nipples. Not the sexiest, but the dress I’m wearing more than makes up for it. It’s a red silk number featuring thin straps and a back that drops almost to my waist. The material is thin enough that any underwear would ruin the line of it. Pair it with a gorgeous pair of red high heels that I bought for it and I look hot as fuck.
And hopefully hot enough to fuck.
I do my hair and make-up, soft waves and a bold red lipstick that matches the rest of my ensemble. And finally, I’m ready. Looking in the mirror, I have both nerves and excitement in the pit of my stomach. I feel sexy with the plug in and the smooth brush of silk against my skin.
Now I’m just delaying the inevitable.
My parents have already left the house and people are already arriving to the ballroom when I get there. In fact, more people than I thought the room could accommodate. I love this event. The men in tuxedos and the women in gorgeous gowns. There’s not a lot of opportunity for this kind of thing in Leighton City, so I soak in every moment.
I hope that this year is the one that I remember forever though.
My parents are right inside the door to the ballroom greeting all the guests, and Mom wraps me in a hug. “You look beautiful, darling.”
“Thank you.” I hug her back. I hope that she’s okay with me and Tristan.
Dad hugs me too. “You ready for everyone to be awed by your new flavor?”
“I don’t need awe, I’ll settle for enjoyment.”
He grins. “It will be awe.”
They need to move on to the next people in line, and I need to see Tristan’s face once he gets a load of me in this dress. A few people here and there talk to me. Old friends and people who have been invited to the gala as long as I can remember. I’ve been coming to this thing long before I ever worked at Thompson’s.
Snagging a glass of champagne, I look around for my fiancé. God, I love