Page 131 of Big Daddy Christmas
He refused to return her panties, however.
“I can’t just go walking around with your cum dripping down my thigh.”
“Absolutely, you can.” Sliding an arm around her waist, he yanked her to him, that little half-smile she was in danger of falling so hard for twisting his lips. “And if I have it my way, you’ll spend most of your days exactly like that. At work, at dinner with your friends. Wherever you are, I’ll leave my mark on you, so you remember who you belong to.”
“That really shouldn’t be so hot,” she mumbled, tilting her head back so he could kiss her.
“But it is. Because you’re Daddy’s filthy little girl, aren’t you, princess?”
“Fuck me, I think I am.”
He kissed her then, hot and hard, leaving her breathless and lightheaded once more.
With obvious reluctance, he released his hold on her, nudging her toward the door. “Go on down to your friends. I’ll clean up in here.”
“Yes, Sir.” Pausing at the door, she turned back to him, an uncertainty she wasn’t used to feeling niggling at her. “Will I see you tomorrow? At brunch?”
“I wouldn’t dare miss it.”
“Okay. Um. I’ll see you then, I guess.”
Forcing herself to turn away, she pulled the door open, sticking her head out to make sure Cordelia wasn’t waiting on the other side. Finding the coast clear, she hurried toward the bathroom she’d passed on her way to the bar and slipped inside.
Holy hell, her hair was a mess. But other than that, there was no indication she’d just lost her virginity in the most spectacular fashion possible.
And even though she knew it was ridiculous, there was a little stab of disappointment. It felt like there should be something to commemorate the occasion, even if virginity was just a social construct as her mother had always said.
Ducking into one of the bathroom stalls, she checked for the blood the books had always told her would be there and found none.
Dammit.
Trying her best to ignore the lingering disappointment, she did her business and then washed her hands and combed her fingers through the curls, smoothing them as best she could. What she wouldn’t give for a ponytail holder or a claw clip or literally anything to tame the frizzy mess her hair had become.
When it at least no longer looked as though she’d been well and truly fucked for the first time in her life, she ran a hand over her dress—wrinkled from its time on the floor, but there was really nothing to be done about that now—and dragged in a deep breath. Shooting up a quick little prayer that she’d make it to her father's office before Ivy, she strode back through the restaurant area of the club.
Her father’s office was empty, and relief nearly made her knees weak as she sank down onto one of the plush leather couches.
But she’d barely gotten seated when the door to the office was yanked open and Ruby came bouncing in, looking far more chipper than anyone had a right to after what Beckett had done to her downstairs. “Hey, Baby Elliott! Delia sent me up to grab you. Turns out your uncles decided to stay and play a lot longer than anyone expected, but they’re gone now if you want to head back downstairs with us.”
If someone had told her a couple hours ago she’d be grateful for her uncles getting their freak on in the kink club she’d snuck into, she would have laughed in their faces. But it had given her enough time to not just lose her virginity, but also get some of the best fucking orgasms of her entire life in the process, so yeah. Grateful didn’t even begin to cover it.
“Yeah. Sure. Thanks Ruby.” Praying she came off more nonchalant than she felt, she pushed up from the couch and followed the other woman back down to the pit.
Cordelia was on the couch again, but seated at one end rather than in the middle, with Jacob curled up beside her, his head resting on one thigh while Ivy perched on the other, her head cradled on Cordelia’s shoulder. If ‘contentment’ was a person, Aria imagined it would be Cordelia Summers in that moment.
Lifting her gaze, Cordelia smiled as she ran her fingers through her boy’s hair. “Sorry you missed the show, Baby Elliott. Hopefully you were able to keep yourself… entertained.”
There was a note of amusement in Cordelia’s tone that sent Aria’s mind racing. Did she know? Could she tell? Was there some kind of flashing neon sign over her head, declaring to the world that she’d lost her virginity to a complete stranger?
No. That was ridiculous. And given how insistent Cordelia had been about her not playing with anyone tonight, Aria imagined she’d be a hell of a lot more pissed if she did know.
So she just flashed a smile and lifted her shoulder in what she hoped passed for a breezy smile. “It was fine. I peeked over the railing a few times. Looked like you all were having fun.”
“We were. I need to get my loves home now, though. They’re both rather exhausted, I’m afraid. Beckett and Ruby said they’d give you a ride back to the hotel if you want.”
“Sounds good. Thanks for letting me tag along. It was… educational.”
A slow smile curved Cordelia’s lips. “Glad I could help. And if you need me to talk some sense into your father about letting you join the club, let me know.”
