shoes, grateful for the easy snaps at my ankles.
When I'm finished, he turns me to face him, Griffin, and Soren. He pulls the front part of my dress back to reveal my thong—but only to the guys. My back is to our guests and the rest of the dress still shields me so no one else can see. He slides the panties down over my hips and orders me to step out when they reach the ground. Then he picks the thong up and tosses it out into the crowd.
I'm turned back around in time to see a man snatch it out of the air and put it into his pocket. He smiles, raises his glass, and nods at Dayne. I shiver at this, growing wetter between my legs thinking about my panties in that stranger's pocket, my panties that were already soaked with evidence of my arousal.
Dayne doesn't have to tell me what's about to happen. I know. At least I have some idea. He gently tugs the zipper down until the gown is fully unzipped, then he pushes the straps off my shoulders, and the dress falls to unveil me. I feel like a statue being revealed at an art opening.
I'm not sure how to feel about the fact that I had a spa day and got waxed a couple of days before the wedding. On the one hand I'm well-groomed, but on the other, there's nothing to hide behind. It's a far more intimate level of exposure than if I'd skipped that task.
Soren moves the dress out of our way as Dayne helps me step out of the gathered silk. Then he sits in the chair and points to a spot at his side in front of Soren.
“Kneel,” he says, “Facing that way.” He gestures out toward the assembled onlookers. I'm still wearing the opera gloves.
I take a deep breath but do as he says.
“Spread your legs. Let them see,” he says. He says it loud enough that many of the guests at the party can hear, judging by the anticipatory smirks that grace their faces.
But I comply. His order sends a flutter of excitement into my belly. After I'm positioned the way he wants me, the spell that seemed to fall over the room slowly lifts. Voices begin speaking again in murmured tones that gradually crescendo louder into a din. After another few minutes the sounds of fucking and whipping start to compete with the quartet for dominance and the elegant strings fade into the background.
I feel Soren's hand suddenly move around to grip the front of my throat. He leans close to my ear and whispers, “I need to fuck your mouth. Turn around.”
I look up to Dayne as if I need permission for this, but he's talking to Griffin about something. So I turn around, still on my knees. My hands shake as I unzip Soren and free his huge cock from his pants. I'm still not used to his size. Griffin and Dayne are big, but Soren is... frightening. And I'm not sure the impact will ever truly lessen.
He doesn't let me take him at my own pace, instead, he pushes his hardened cock between my lips and begins to fuck my mouth just as he promised. I start to panic, but when I do he backs off and lets me control the pace so I can lick and suck him the way I know he likes.
Then he speaks. But not to me.
“Colin,” Soren says, “I didn't expect to see you here this week.”
“Your secretary is a bulldog. The only way I could get to you was to fucking fly to Costa Rica and intercept your honeymoon.”
I flinch at the unfamiliar man's voice. I didn't hear him step onto the platform, and my field of vision has been narrowed to Soren's cock for the last several minutes.
“I'm sorry, we've been busy with the wedding,” Soren says. “What was it you needed?”
“I had to find a new CPA because of you, and I had to get ahead of a scandal from rumors which I believe originated with you.”
Soren continues to stroke my hair. “It wouldn't have happened if you'd kept your mouth shut about my private activities. I'm fairly certain that story you told Harold happened here at the resort. I could get you blacklisted for breaking the NDA.”
I freeze at the sound of my father's name. It could be another Harold, but Colin did say CPA and while there are fewer names that