Page 14 of Pleasing Daddy's Friends
But Lionel shakes his dark head, his blue eyes intense.
“No, baby, not for clothing. For this,” he rasps, holding up the pink g-string from last night. It dangles loosely from his fingers because the thong is nothing more than two strings with a shiny gem in the center. I flush bright red, remembering how the diamond rubbed against my clit, eliciting heat between my thighs.
“Daddy, lingerie is clothes!” I protest. “Plus, I don’t need more lingerie either. You just bought me a huge haul.”
Lionel grins, his white teeth a slash in that tanned face.
“I did,” he acknowledges. “But we won’t be shopping for lingerie, sweetheart. At least not directly. I want to get you a new gem to use as your clit cover,” he rasps, idly fondling the crystal in the middle of the thong. “You looked so sexy with this over your clit, and I think you deserve better than glass or crystal. You deserve the real thing.”
I blink, stupefied.
“Daddy, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I breathe. “A diamond as a clit cover?”
Lionel shrugs before winking at me.
“Yes. The money is nothing to me, sweetheart. You know I have more than I could ever spend. And you deserve the best, sweetheart, for putting on an amazing performance last night. Let’s just say this is your reward for doing such a good job.”
I gasp as my cheeks go hot because is the man of the house serious? The current gem affixed to the thong is huge, even if it’s just glass. Is Lionel going to buy me the equivalent in fine jewelry? It’s going to cost an arm and a leg.
Yet judging from the glint in those blue eyes, I know what the man of the house has in mind. After all, as he said, money is no object and the billionaire is utterly obsessed with my curves. If Lionel wants diamonds, then who am I to say no? I’ll make sure to repay the gorgeous alpha male for his trouble ... by using that diamond in the sexiest way imaginable.
9
Lionel
Holy shit, the brat looks lovely. Lily’s got an angel-whore aspect to her, where she’s alternately slutty and virginal. Sometimes the young woman looks wild and down to fuck, but other times, she appears to be a good little girl with a prim smile and her legs crossed daintily at the knee. Both sides of the young woman turn me into a beast, and that’s part of my stepdaughter’s allure. Lily has many facets to her personality, and it keeps me on my toes.
Then again, everything about the teen girl keeps me on my toes. She’s smart, positive, vibrant, funny, and gorgeous to behold. Today, Lily’s got more of the “virginal” look to her as we step inside St. George Jewelers. The curvy girl is wearing a short blue skirt with a blue and white striped top, paired with shiny black Mary Janes and her curly brown hair arranged prettily over one shoulder. I can see her thick thighs poking out from beneath her skirt, and that big bosom pushes against her striped top. Other than that, however, Lily looks fresh-faced and sweet.
“Daddy, are you sure?” she whispers as we push open the glass door. “You know you don’t have to buy me anything.”
“I’m positive,” I whisper back. “I want you to have the best, sweetheart, and nothing short of that will satisfy me.”
“Mr. Kenneally!” a handsome man greets us after striding out from the back. “Welcome! I’m so happy to see you. Please, follow me. Your stepfather called before you arrived, so I already have some gems put away for your perusal,” he murmurs to Lily. “If you will, Mademoiselle.”
I grin because I’ve always liked Abad Farese. After he bought the store from the original proprietor, St. George Jewelers changed for the better. The previous owner stuck to the mundane. There were engagement rings, wedding bands, and an assortment of everyday baubles. But Abad sees things differently. He wants to cater to an uber-elite clientele, and began stocking one-of-a-kind pieces, including body chains dripping with diamonds; tiaras stacked with pearls and rubies; and of course, precious stones fit for a maharajah’s collection. I have no idea where he sources this stuff, but it’s good quality.
Plus, Abad is discreet, which is key for a man of my stature. If I want to purchase a piece, I don’t want it splashed about in the pages of a daily rag. I want my purchase to remain on the downlow, and Abad never tips off the press even if it would help his business. Plus, the man is discreet in another sense of the word. He knows that billionaires have particular tastes on occasion, and never blinks when I mention the intended purpose of my purchase.
“Please,” Abad says in a courteous tone while bowing. He opens a door in the back of the store before gesturing to a well-lit space within. “Make yourselves comfortable.”
Lily and I step into a private room with velvet flocked walls, overstuffed chairs, and a glass case on top of a small, mahogany coffee table. The lighting is flattering, bathing the room in a golden glow, and Abad moves forward after shutting the door.
“Mr. Kenneally mentioned that you’re looking for a large-size gem, so I took the liberty of assembling a collection in anticipation of your arrival,” he says in an obsequious tone. “Please, allow me.”
He opens the glass case and removes a velvet tray filled with sparkling stones. But these aren’t your run-of-the-mill gemstones. There are aquamarines the size of a robin’s egg; sparkling blood-red rubies; as well as a few diamonds that look far too small.
I frown.
“Abad, I thought I asked only to see diamonds.”
The proprietor looks solemn.
“You did,” he acknowledges. “But Mr. Kenneally, I took the liberty?—”
But I cut him off with a slash of my hand.
“I understand, but I want only the finest for this young woman,” I state. “Diamonds. Now.”
