Lunch went pretty well. Alex ordered seafood for everyone and a small team from the restaurant was sent to deliver everything. It impressed Mama, and I think Dad a little too because the two of them couldn’t stop asking Alex about all the connections he had in the city. Dad finally seemed somewhat more chill with the situation, but I noticed the way he tensed when Alex kissed my cheek later that evening. I resolved not to worry about it, instead focusing on the fact that in about two and half weeks we would have our house to ourselves again and then we would be thousands of miles away, just enjoying each other and not having to worry about anything else.
Leaning back in my chair, I watched my mom fuss over Dimitris grubby hands while Dad poured her another glass of the Ouzo to go with her tapas. Alex sat beside me, his knee knocking against mine every now and then as if to say, “I’m here, it’s alright”.
Mama and Dad were talking about plans for Dima’s birthday, about having a get together at Iva’s house. While they were distracted, I let my arm hang down and flexed my fingers, gently brushing Alex’s ever so slightly. I caught him shift in his seat and smiled to myself when his pinky hooked around mine. It was the best of both worlds; getting to be affectionate with Alex and not squicking out my Dad.
He wouldn’t have noticed though, not with the way he was gazing at Mama when she started to laugh. Dimitris was leaning into her side and she ran her fingers through his hair, she was fixated on him, but Dad’s attention was all on her. His eyes were heavy, but he practically glowed with love – from his smile to the way he leaned slightly forward in his seat and the way his gaze never left her face. She seemed to realize that he was looking at her and glanced up, she froze and her blush was just barely visible in the flickering candle light.
“What, do I have something on me?” she asked, self-consciously touching her face.
“Just your wonderful self,” he teased, his smile broadening.
Mama rolled her eyes and Dimitris looked thoroughly grossed out. “Alright, no more drinks for you,” she said dryly. “Come on, palikári mou, I want you to get cleaned up before bed.”
“Just a little longer,” he pleaded, pouting up at her dramatically. “Clo said she’d show me the greenhouse!”
“Tomorrow,” I promised. “We’ll have all day to do stuff if you get up on time. We can go for breakfast too.”
Dima nodded enthusiastically and leapt out his chair, yelling back at us that he would be up on time. He was a good kid, I was glad that he hadn’t turned against me while I was gone.
“Before we go to bed, I need to steal you for a moment, Chloe,” Mama said as she got up from her chair. She gestured to the door and waited for me to follow. My brow furrowed but I got up anyway and let her lead me into their bedroom. “Close the door.”
Uh, sure. I closed it and clasped my hands in front of me. Was I about to get a lecture? “I don’t need a second birds and the bees talk,” I told her quickly. “Honestly. I definitely understood the process the first time we talked about it.”
She cast me an exasperated look and went to the walk-in closet. “I assumed that when I realized that you were living with a man twice your age,” she replied dryly. “No, I have something for you.”
“Oh?”
Slowly, I made my way over to her. She was unzipping a black garment bag and I already knew what it was. I clapped my hands over my mouth while my heart started to race and I watched her pull out the white dress. Her wedding dress. The skirt was three layered tiers of soft white cotton with a scalloped hem on each layer. All three tiers had their own matching white embroidery of different flowers and went with the frilly cuffs on the elbow length sleeves. The buttons up the back of it were slightly worn down, but it was barely noticeable. The dress was old and rustic and fairly conservative, and I loved it.
My hand trembled as I touched the fabric reverently. It wasn’t satin or silk, it wasn’t teeming with lace and rhinestones, it wasn’t anything like what I usually wore, but it was hers. And now it was mine. My eyes watered and I rushed to blot the tears away before they could even really start.
“You’re really giving me this?” I asked quietly.
“I know it’s a little more traditional than something you might want, but maybe we could spruce it up a bit?” she offered tentatively. “We need to keep it modest enough for the church, but there’s still plenty that we can do—”
“Mama,” I cut in. “I love it.” My words came out thick and I was blinded by the tears that I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t count how many times I’d seen this dress in her closet and wished I could play in it, trying it on when she wasn’t looking, thinking about I was almost the right size.
Her eyes widened and she laughed nervously as she rubbed the side of her head. “You do? I wasn’t sure you would, and you don’t have to say that if you don’t—”
“Mama. I love it.” I pulled the dress out of her grasp and held it to my chest. “I mean it. Thank you.”
She pulled me to her and kissed my cheek softly. We stood there for a minute, just quietly admiring the dress. I was sure that she didn’t realize just how much I envied her and Dad’s relationship; how I’d watched their wedding video a million times and peeked out into the garden early in the morning when I was little, or lingering in the hallway while they talked to each other about their days. The dress was where my fixation started, and I never thought it would be something I would get to wear because it just felt too special. Because I didn’t have relationship worthy of it. But now I did.
I was reluctant to put the dress away, but I knew it wouldn’t be forever. Mama carefully zipped it back into the bag and smoothed it out, her gaze lingered on it with a far-off look until she seemed to realize that I was still there.
“I’m glad you like it,” she said finally. “Eleni got my mother’s dress, I never got the chance to wear it, getting to share this with you means a lot to me.”
I took her by the hand and led us out of the bedroom into the hall. “Just don’t get upset that I’m not the perfect virgin bride,” I teased, trying to change the subject so I could stop crying.
She chuckled and patted my arm. “I won’t tell Father Kostas if you don’t.”
I smirked to myself and opened up the sliding door for us. Alex was chatting with my dad, there didn’t seem to be any tension between them and my dad was actually laughing at whatever Alex had said. I guess it wasn’t that weird considering I was removed from the situation, so he didn’t have to actually see us together, but it definitely made me feel hopeful.
“Alright, old man,” she said as she clapped a hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Say goodnight because I’m not leaving you out here to bother them.”
He sighed dramatically and looked up to her. “I guess it’s about that time.” He pushed himself up stretched with a groan. “Goodnight, Alex.” He gestured to me and yanked me in for a hug. “Goodnight, honey,” he murmured, kissing my hair.
I patted his back and watched him get dragged into the house, the prominent smell of alcohol following him as he stumbled away. Rolling my eyes, I turned to Alex and took a seat on his knee. He snickered and pulled me tighter against him while he lounged back in the chair.
His fingers skimmed up my bare thigh, stopping to toy with the frilly hem of my shorts. “What would you like for Christmas, little girl?”
“For my husband not to be a creep when my dad’s around,” I replied before sticking my tongue out at him. “What were you two laughing about?”
“Oh, now it’s creepy but not when you’re calling me certain names and sitting on my lap?” he asked, completely avoiding my question.
I looped my arms around his neck and made myself more comfortable by throwing my legs over the armrests on his chair. Sure, sitting in his lap could be taken a lot of ways, so could calling him Daddy, but he wasn’t a replacement for my father. The name thing only stuck because he was my sugar daddy and it just became an affectionate pet name. Well, that and we both got off on fucked up power dynamics.
“It’s different,” I answered. “Now stop making it weird.”
He laughed in surprise just as my mouth met his and we clung to each other. The ouzo lingered on his tongue and even though I’d barely drank any, I felt like his kiss was getting me drunker by the second.
We pulled away and I laid my head against his shoulder. “Is Marie still in the bungalow?” I asked quietly.
Alex spoke into my hair, “Only until morning, I promise that she and Mike will be out of here before you’re even awake.”
“Then you should take me to bed now,” I whispered huskily. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone since you told her off earlier.”
I didn’t have to say anything else for Alex to surge out of his chair, taking me with him and knocking the air out of lungs in the process. I frantically clawed out of him, afraid to fall despite his arms keeping me secure against his chest. He carried me all the way up to the bedroom while I giggled hysterically and kicked my feet out.
“I’m going to throw you on the bed,” he warned with a smirk. “Better let go now.”
I gasped and damn near screamed when he dropped me. It wasn’t throwing me, but it sure as hell made my heart skip one beat too many. A second later and Alex was over top of me, pressing me into the mattress and pushing my hands above my head.
“I’ll give you anything, agápi mou, whatever you want,” he whispered feverishly, his breath tickling my neck. “You have no idea what you’ve done for me, and I want to do that for you, it’s all I’ve ever wanted – to take care of you.”
He was stumbling over his words, rushing himself and struggling to use English.
I gazed up at him, running my nails through his beard and feeling him shiver at my touch. What more could you possibly do for me? He’d already given me so much, and I felt there was nothing I could ever do to repay him for it all.
“I didn’t do anything,” I told him honestly. “I pushed you because you needed it, but I didn’t do much else.”
He shook his head and slid his hands up my arms, lowering himself onto me while pushing my hands up to the headboard. “You’ve done so much more than you think.”
I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I was too preoccupied by his mouth on my throat. My eyes fluttered shut and I arched into his touch, lifting my hips to meet his the second he ground his cock against my thigh.
“It feels like it’s been forever since I had you in our own bed,” he murmured. “And I had to wait so long to get you in it in the first place…”
I laughed breathlessly and turned to try and kiss him despite the weird angle. “I don’t think you had to wait that long.”
“Six months,” he retorted sounding almost angry. “You made me wait six months.”
Oh. He meant when I was with Peter. I blushed hotly and shifted under him. “I thought about you a lot then.”
Alex stilled and I could swear that I felt his heart starting to beat faster. “Did you?”
I nodded.
He sat back on the bed, pinning my hips completely. “Tell me about it while I strip you.”
Oh shit. I thought we put the cheating kink behind us, but here we were again.
“Chloe,” he said darkly, drawing my name out like a warning. “I won’t start until you do.”
Fuck me. “I used to push Peter to sleep in his old room when we came over, because it meant I was closer to you,” I began quietly.
Alex liked this answer, I could see the muscle twitch in his jaw as he worked my shirt up my torso.
“I wore that dress you liked whenever we came here too,” I continued quickly. He pushed my shirt up over my head and left it up around my arms, half binding me in place. “I kept wishing you would do something when I wore it…”
“Like what?” he asked, working the waistband of my shorts down.
“Like touch me.” Like he was right now, kissing his way from my navel down almost to my pussy. “Maybe put your hand up it. I wanted to come up to your room one night last spring just to see if you would.”
“Even when he was downstairs waiting for you to come to bed?” Alex asked as he pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. He had my legs spread now as he knelt between them, pressing gentle kisses to my inner thighs.
I nodded and tipped my head back with my eyes squeezed shut. “I wanted him to hear us.”
It wasn’t entirely true, but in that moment, feeling Alex’s tongue suddenly meet my clit, I knew that I wanted it to be true. I could almost see it in my head; creeping up to his room half-naked, having him lose his cool and fuck me senseless while Peter waited downstairs, hearing me scream for Alex.
“You’re so fucking dirty, baby girl.” Alex praised between kisses to my labia. “I forgot about what a greedy little slut you were for me.”
I arched my back and moaned, feeling his thumb circle my clit while he sucked at my pussy, driving his tongue deeper. “Only for you, Daddy,” I gasped out. “Oh, god, please finger me—”
I broke off suddenly, throwing my arm over my mouth to muffle my scream when I came. It was too soon and only left me wanted more as the little jolts of lightning shot through my abdomen. Alex laughed and moved closer, latching onto my clit and sucking hard while his fingers pumped into me. I writhed helplessly and tried to reach for my tits, wanting to toy with my nipples but struggling with my arms still caught up in my shirt.
I tossed my head from side to side while I panted, feeling sweat bead up on my chest. I was so close already, I had been hot for him for days and the short romp at his sister’s house had done little to sate me, I needed him to make me come over and over now. My hips rocked against his mouth and I whimpered, biting my lip on my whiny demands instead of getting bossy with him. All at once, he stopped and my eyes flew open.
“No—”
“Keep going,” he warned, cutting me off. “I won’t start again unless you keep talking.”
I groaned and pushed my shoulders against the mattress. He was such an asshole and I hated how much I loved it. “In the kitchen,” I got out finally, my voice strained and high-pitched. “That day in the kitchen, when I came inside in my bikini – the white one you got me – I wanted you to say something.”
Alex dragged his nails down my stomach and slowly lowered himself back to my aching sex. His touch raised goosebumps, but his mouth made me feel like I was on fire.
“I wanted you to fuck me right there,” I continued shakily. “To cover me in hickeys and come inside me—”
I broke off again, my mouth opened in a silent scream while I came on his tongue. My body jerked and desperately fought to get my arms free and yank Alex up to me by his hair. His face glistened with my wetness and all I could do was kiss him hard. He kissed me roughly back, his hands knotting in my hair while I jerked at his shirt and pants.
He worked with me to get them off and pushed himself to sit against the headboard, pulling me onto his lap. I knelt over his cock, holding it while I slowly lowered myself on him. We were pressed together in this position; my tits rubbed against his chest and I couldn’t look anywhere but his eyes.
“It was always you,” I whispered as we started to move together, his hands guiding my hips. “Only you.” My arms tightened around his neck and my fingers twisted in his hair with our lips barely an inch apart.
“I had dreams about you,” he whispered back, eyes flashing. “So many dreams of you coming to find me, I wanted to come get you from the guest house and bring you back here where you belonged.” He pulled my hips down faster and his breathing quickened.
His cock was deeper than I would normally like, but it felt amazing to have him stretch me, to feel him fuck me how he wanted. “I belong here?” I asked more as a joke than anything.
“You do.” He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “You deserve to be treated like a queen, to be covered in diamonds and to be fucked like whore.”
He nipped and sucked at my neck, making me moan and slow our rutting for me to rock my hips back and forth, grinding on him. “You ruined me,” I told him with a smile. “I really was too spoiled.”
Alex laughed and dig his fingers into my hips, forcing me to fuck him faster and harder while I panted and raked my nails up his back. He was close, I could feel the tension in his muscles, I bit his shoulder playfully and giggled when he swore under his breath.
“You’re the only one who ever fucked me like this, Daddy,” I whispered, pressing my lips to the shell of his ear. “Came inside me without a condom, because I was yours.”
He moaned loudly and crushed me to his chest, I gasped in surprise but immediately tightened my embrace too. He jerked slightly and I felt the warmth of his cum filling me as we sat there together. We were quiet for a few minutes, just letting the world come back into focus before he said anything.
“Is that true?” he asked softly.
“Is what true?”
“That I was the only one who had you like this?”
I nodded pulled away to look at him. “Yeah. It felt special and I didn’t want to give that to anyone else.”
He pulled me with him onto his side and stared at me with something like wonder. “Was I always special to you?”
“Of course, you were. You were my first, and that meant a lot more than I thought it would…”
“I loved you because of that,” he told me earnestly. “I didn’t want to admit it then, but I felt honoured that you picked me.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the look of fascination written on his face. Instead, I rolled on top of him and kissed him softly, letting my hair fall down and hide us from the world. I waited for the right one, just like I promised myself I would.