“We’re going to have plenty of time to explore that fantasy, Vida. Not to mention all the other ones I’ve had since meeting you.” I slide my right hand to the back of her dress, searching for the zipper with my fingertips. “But your first time…I want you to feel safe, angel. Loved.”
Pleasure spills across her beautiful face. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
I pull down the zipper—and it snags.
There’s a ripping sound.
Vida’s eyes go wide as silver dollars, a sob tripping out of her mouth. “Oh no.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Oh no?”
Her breathing turns ragged. “I’m supposed to return this dress. I b-borrowed it from the shop at the resort. I can’t bring it back damaged.” She tries to look over her shoulder. “Is it bad?”
“Lean forward.” I pull her into me and crane my neck to look at the center of her back, wincing when I see the ripped material. “Well, it’s definitely notgood.”
“Oh my God. This dress isthree thousand dollars.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “They’re going to make me pay for it.”
“Like fuck they are, Vida.”
“What do you mean?”
I know it’s going to take her a while to grow accustomed to this world, but I’m feeling an urgent need to steep her in finery that only doubles every time I notice she needs something I can easily provide. “Vida, the sheets on this bed alone were probably in the neighborhood of ten thousand dollars.”
I turn us around and lay her trembling body on the bed.
Leaning down, I kiss her sweet mouth.
Then I take the neckline of her dress in my hands and rip it straight down the center.
“Tripp!”
My virgin girlfriend is naked underneath. Completely fucking naked. Son of a bitch.
“You know, I kind of suspected you weren’t wearing a bra or underwear because I’ve been studying that sexy ass all night and I couldn’t see a single panty line anywhere.”
She’s looking up at me like I’m insane. “You r-ripped the dress even more. I could have tried to fix it?—”
“Enough, Vida.” I unbutton my shirt in a quick series of twists, letting it slide off my shoulders onto the floor. “I’m paying for the dress.”
“Oh no. No?—”
I come down on top of her, sealing off her protests with my mouth. Not kissing her, just stopping the flow of words, and she inhales rockily, affected by my nearness.
“Paying three thousand dollars for the dress you wore the first night I fucked you is going to be the best purchase I ever made, except for the engagement ring I’m going to buy you one day. I’m going to have that dress mounted and framed over the fireplace in my den.”
There’s a war taking place between her body and her mind. She wants to argue, but she’s turned on by my bluntness. My honesty. My arrogance.
Good.We’re getting somewhere.
I take her right knee in my hand and ease it open, my knuckle trailing down her silky inner thigh toward her pussy. Once there, I slide that knuckle up and down against the seam of her flesh, groaning deep in my chest when she blossoms open and wetness trickles out. My future wife’s arousal. A delicacy, as far as I’m concerned.
“Me taking care of things like the dress is what I mean by calling myself your daddy, Vida. You don’t cry under my roof. You come sit in my lap and tell me what’s wrong and I fucking handle it. You are my source of happiness, and in return, I getto be your source of care.” I raise my hand and lower it sharply, spanking her cunt with just enough force to make her gasp. “Do you understand?”
Her hazel eyes widen. “I…W-well, I don’t kno?—”
I slap her cunt again, harder this time, and now she whimpers, writhing her hips.
