Page 91 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

She steps aside and Titus walks in, his eyes moving over my dress. I smile and flip my hair to the front so he can get a good view of the open back. He covers his smile with his hand.

“You look incredible,” he says.

I turn around to face him. “And you’re not dressed yet.”

“I’m waiting for my tailor. Thought I’d see how you were doing.”

I smile as I stand before him. This roomwasmy bedroom less than a year ago. Now it’s been converted into a sort of dressing room. My bed and all the other furniture have been replaced with racks of clothing and mirrors. The corner where my little couch and television were now has a daybed where I imagine I’m supposed to lounge luxuriously while my hair and makeup are being done.

“Leave us,” he says in Russian to the seamstress. She bows respectfully and leaves. He walks all the way in and circles me, surveying my body in this dress. “You said it was going to be spectacular. You didn’t mention how hot it makes you look.”

“So, you like it.”

“I do. In fact…” He steps up to me and cradles my chin, lifting my face to him. “I love you in it.”

His warm hand caresses my face, pushing my hair out of my face. I smile up at him. “You should probably get dressed. The wedding starts in a few hours.”

“They can wait for us,” he says. His hand moves down my neck, fingers tracing my neckline to my shoulder. I pull away from him.

“I’m serious,” I say. “There’ll be plenty of time for that after the wedding. I still have to get my hair and makeup done and…” He walks away, going to the door and locking it. “Titus.”

“Every man in the room is going to want you,” he says. “Maybe a few of the women, too.”

I chuckle. “So, what? You want me first? You already have me. I am marrying you today. Not them.”

I turn back to the mirror, looking myself over again. I see him walk up to me and feel his hands on my shoulders.

“Ah, but that’s the problem. I want you every minute of every day,” he says as he leans in and kisses my neck. “It’s maddening being in that other room without you. And now seeing you in this dress?”

He kisses the crook of my neck, his hands sliding the straps down my shoulders. His kisses feel good… So does the silky fabric as it slides down my body. He glances up at the mirror, raising the dress up a little, then down so that the silk slides over my nipples.

“Mmm,” he says, “Look at that. You can’t get married with your nipples so hard.”

I snicker. “They were just fine before you came into the room.”

“I see. Well, I think we’d better do something about this. Your hard nipples and my hard cock.” He presses his hips against my ass and his dick presses itself between my ass cheeks.

“Titus.” His name comes out breathy. He kisses my shoulder as he drops the straps off my shoulders. The dress hangs on my nipples for just a second before falling in a heap on the floor.

He pauses to look at me in the mirror and he smiles. I’m as naked as the day I was born. His eyes drift down to my shaven pussy and he kisses my neck again.

“No panties?”

“The dress won’t allow for it.” He bites my neck and I gasp, the thrilling, sharp pain zipping through my body. His hands move around my waist to my breasts, cradling my tits.

“I just want a little time with you,” he croons in my ear. “One more time together before we’re man and wife?”

He squeezes my nipples hard and I lean against him, the intensity sending chills up my spine. “Tell me it’ll always be like this,” I say, “and you can have me however you want me.”

“You have my word,” he whispers.

He slides his hand down my belly and between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing it slowly. I open my legs a little to give him better access and he takes full advantage. Moving his fingers a little faster with more pressure.

Just this. If this is all that he does to me, I’ll gleefully come in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and his mouth finds mine as he slips his fingers inside me. I bite his lip and he growls against mine.

“Already so wet for me,” he says. “You are so fucking gorgeous. Look at yourself.”

I look at myself in the mirror, my face flushed, chest heaving. He gives my nipple a particularly hard twist and my knees start to buckle. I lean against him to hold my balance as my thighs start to shake.