Then an alarm went off somewhere in the room. Unbelievably, Daddy pulled his fingers out of my pussy and took a few steps back. In a daze, I looked back at him.
“Time to go, Kitten. We’ll be late.”
“What?” I managed to get out,
He stepped back forward and pulled my robe back down over my hips. I groaned, not enjoying the feel of the cheap material against my ass. He made me stand up straight, which was not easy given the heels and rocketing hormones. He slowly walked me towards the door, picking up his phone and my bag along the way. I was still in a daze but realized something terrible was happening.
“I had a hunch you might be late or try to distract me before going to convocation. I thought setting the alarm would be a solid precaution,” he said as the door closed behind us.
I finally focussed enough as we walked down the hall towards the elevator. Instead of leaving his cum in me for convocation, I realized he would leave me a hot, squirming mess instead. I was going to have a sore ass and my body was screaming at me to cum.
“This sucks, Daddy. This is the worst convocation gift ever,” I pouted.
“Well, I thought the other day about how much you used to love edging and not being allowed to cum. So I felt a bit nostalgic and thought it would be fun to leave you like this,” he said. I shot him a murderous look which he pretended not to notice.
Convocation was torturous. At one point, a classmate sitting next to me asked if I was ok because I was flushed and had been squirming ever since the ceremony started. It hurt to sit and my pussy throbbed. When I stood to walk across the stage to get my degree, I glanced back and was surprised there wasn’t a wet spot on the chair.
Still, when I got my degree, I looked into the audience and saw my Daddy there. He was beaming with joy and taking pictures. I remembered why I loved the man so much and not that I wanted to fuck and kill him, preferably in that order. But once the ceremony was over I could drag him back to the hotel, or a nearby alley and get taken care of.
That’s when Daddy dropped another surprise on me. I could only get one pass for convocation, so it was obvious who I would take. But outside the hall, as everyone was posing for pictures, Meg, Soo, and Gillian all came rushing up to give me hugs and congratulate me.
It was great to see them, but now I had further delays. I kept glancing over at Daddy, but he deliberately did not make eye contact. Which meant something else was up.
“You ok, Kit? You look like you got ants in your pants and you’re giving Ben looks that would make hell freeze,” Meg said after watching me fidget for the 100th time.
“I’m fine,” I said in a voice that indicated that I was far from that. “Just tired. I’ll be fine when I get back to the hotel.”
“Hotel? Didn’t Ben tell you we were taking you out for supper? My treat, so feel free to run up the bill,” she said.
My knees buckled. I was going to have to wait hours for relief. He knew it, too. I looked at him again and caught his eye this time. I shot daggers at him. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders with an ‘It’s out of my hands’ look. Fucking him and killing him were drawing closer to a tie.
“Ok, seriously, what’s going on? You looked like you were going to murder him. Is everything ok?” Meg asked, with some concern in her voice.
I sighed and took some comfort in probably making Meg uncomfortable by telling her the truth.
“I tried to seduce him before convocation. He turned the tables on me, so now I am fully wound up with no relief in sight,” I said.
“Oh, that bastard,” she said. It was the first time I’d seen her look annoyed with Ben in ages. She moved to go and tell him off, when I touched her arm.
“No Meg, it’s ok. Well, no, it’s not 100% ok. I feel like a stiff breeze up this robe will set me off, but I’ll manage. Part of me…. likes feeling like this,” I said.
I could see she was fighting not to roll her eyes.
“Exactly how many kinks do you have, Kit?” Meg asked.
I dunno,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I have quite a few, but I was young, so I was sure there was plenty of time to find more. “If it’s any condolence, he’s probably not likely to survive the evening once we get home.”
Meg nodded as if that was fair.
I changed into my dress and put on my best smile. I deliberately walked with Gillian and Soo a few feet ahead of him and Meg. Two could play at the torture game so I put some extra motion in my hips and maybe did a little flip of the edge of my skirt from time to time.
My pussy settled down to a dull throb during supper, so I was able to enjoy the food and my friends’ company. Soo was particularly energetic. Her Tik Tok following was going through the roof, which made her happy. Gillian was delighted whenever her girlfriend was happy. And they were both thrilled that they were going to Italy.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this, Ben?” Soo asked for the 100th time. “We’re doing better financially, so we could probably pay our way.”
Daddy smiled and shook his head. “I’ll fly you there and back and take care of your room in Venice. If you want to stay longer and explore more of Italy, that’s on your dime. But we want you there,” he said.
The urge to murder him diminished when I remembered how much he was doing for our wedding. He was covering Soo and Gillian’s trip over. He wasn’t talking about it, but I think he was paying well above the market rate for Ahmed and Michelle to come to Italy and take our photos. It was going to be a small wedding. I would have been ok if it was just the two of us. But I loved that he wanted people who were important to me to attend and didn’t mind spending money to make it happen.
“Well, they’re my friends as well. Hopefully, you won’t be getting married again for many, many decades, Kitten,” he told me when I asked if he was sure he wanted to spend all this money on my friends. “So this is fine.”
So yeah, maybe I’ll just fuck him unconscious later rather than to death.
This supper did give me one unexpected bonus. I got to freak out Gillian now rather than when we were in Italy.
“There is one thing the two of you could do for us,” I said.
“Of course. Anything,” Gillian said.
I flashed her my best evil grin. “I do need a maid of honor.”
Gillian’s jaw dropped and Soo made some noise that confused every dog within two blocks.
“Oh my God, does that mean she has to wear a dress?!” Soo asked.
“Well, it is tradition,” I said. “It’ll be fun, Gillian. We can all go dress shopping in Italy. It should only take a day or two to find the right one.”
Gillian kept looking paler and paler. I figured between the two of us, Soo and I could torture her for months on the notion of wearing a dress. However, both Daddy and Meg were shooting me disapproving looks. I sighed.
“You don’t have to wear one if you don’t want to,” I said. Gillian looked like she’d received a death row pardon; Soo looked like I just murdered her new puppy. “I just want you there with me when I get married. We’ll figure out the clothing.”
“Ok. I’d love to. Thanks, Kitten,” she said. Soo kept chattering at her that she should wear a dress. I imagine Gillian wouldn’t hear the end of it for months. I almost felt bad for her.
I did enjoy supper. I felt a little melancholy when I remembered it would be months before I saw my friends again. Daddy called it a night around midnight, sensing I might be coming down. I got lots of hugs and required promises to message all of them to let me know how Prague was once things settled down.
As we walked back to the hotel, I looped my arm around Daddy’s and burrowed into him. It was late, but the weather was still mild.
“This is the sucky part about graduating and getting older,” I said. “Leaving behind people I love.”
Daddy leaned down and kissed my head.
“It’s not forever, Kitten. You’ll see them again in a few months in Italy. And then you’re back home in Kingston. It’s all a matter of putting the work into the friendship. Not that I think there’s any chance of you drifting apart. Soo simply won’t allow it.”
I laughed. “True.” Then I looked up at him. “This is starting to get real, Daddy. And a bit scary.”
He paused for a moment and looked at me. Four-inch heels or not, Daddy still had over six inches of height on me. He looked so damn good, with a trim black suit, his hair and beard were almost gray, but his eyes looked younger. I must be insane to leave this man behind.
“A little scary is not a bad thing, and we both know you’ve dealt with scarier. We’ll chat all the time and the next time you see me we’ll be getting married. I promise, the two months will fly,” he said.
“Ok,” I said, nodding. He was right. I could do this, but there was just one more thing.
“Of course, you’ll need to fuck me silly a few more times before I go. To hold me over,” I said.
“I can manage that, but it’s going to depend on how quickly you can move in those heels so we can get back to the hotel,” he said.
We were back in our hotel in seven minutes. I let my dress slip off in the elevator to ensure he got the message. It would be mighty embarrassing if cameras were in here or if someone got on, but I was beyond caring. However, I deliberately didn’t let him touch me. I had to wait this long, so did he.
I got off the elevator and walked in front of him down the hall towards our room. I put some extra sway into my hips. I didn’t need to glance behind to know if he was there or the look on his face.
Miraculously, no one saw my little strut, but it did succeed in getting my pussy soaked again. I got to the door and saw him closing the distance between us. He had the familiar hungry look on his face, and I took some comfort that if I’ve been wet and horny all evening, he was likely hard and had some frustrations to work out.
Perfect.
I gave him a little pose as he tapped the card key on the lock and a sweet smile. Once the door opened, he didn’t even give me the chance to walk inside. Instead, he scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I squealed in shock. The cane sometimes deceived me; I never forgot that he worked out and was in good shape. But that he could adjust and toss me around like a rag doll was always a pleasant, pussy soaking surprise.