I could only imagine the dirty things he’d whisper in my ear and the shiver that would run through my body as I felt him fuck me deep. I wanted that shiver, wanted those dirty words. I wanted to ride his tongue, or maybe bend forward and suck his cock while he licked my pussy.
I could feel my orgasm coming on as I pictured him fucking me from behind, holding my hips tight between his hands. He’d slam himself deep inside me, tell me how dirty I was, how much of a slut I was for giving myself to him.
I came, saying his name softly, my fingers working my clit.
My body wanted him so, so badly. I felt a rush of excitement as I finished my shower. At least I’d gotten off, and he probably wouldn’t bother me so much at dinner.
I climbed out of the shower and began to towel off. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door.
I quickly wrapped the towel around myself and ran over to the door. “Just a second!” I called.
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt before pulling the door open.
Sitting on the floor was a simple white box with a small red bow. Curious, I bent over and grabbed it, carrying it into my room. I shut the door behind me and locked it.
“What are you?” I said out loud to myself. I placed the box down on a table. There was a card with my name on it written in a hand I didn’t recognize.
I opened the card and read it.
Dear wife, I thought you might like something to wear for tonight. Don’t worry, I borrowed it from my sister. I hope it’s your taste. Yours, Lucas.
Frowning, I opened the box.
Inside was a gorgeous black dress. I pulled it out and held it up. It was light and beautiful, probably more expensive than anything I ever wore, and probably my size, too. I frowned at the card again. I hadn’t even realized that I had a stepsister now, too. Nobody seemed to mention her.
I took the dress into the bathroom and finished drying off. Once I was finished, I pulled the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror.
It was tight and revealing. The neckline plunged down, showing off my breasts, and it was tight around my hips. I was afraid to even walk in it in case my ass suddenly fell out.
There was no way I was wearing it, but the message was clear: Lucas wanted to see me in it. And the mere thought made my pussy wet all over again.
Stop it, Natalie, I thought to myself. Get yourself together. He’s just teasing you.
I pulled the dress off and carefully draped it over a chair. I couldn’t wear it, but maybe I could use it for revenge someday in the future.
More importantly though, I was very curious about this stepsister I hadn’t heard of. I made a note to make sure I met her at dinner, or at least asked about her.
Shaking my head, I started to get dressed in something a bit more appropriate. Damn Lucas. I didn’t care if he was let down. I wasn’t about to show up in that dress in front of my new family, even if I wanted to get the hell out of here.
He could go tease someone else. I wasn’t going to fall for it anymore.
That was what I told myself, at least. I didn’t want to go to this dinner, but I also didn’t feel like making a scene with my mother and my new stepfather. I might as well try to get along with them, at least until I figured something else out.
A knot in my stomach, I finished getting ready, trying not to think about the dress draped over the chair and what it meant.
“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Arturo said. He stood at the head of a long table in the middle of a large banquet hall. At least twenty other people, mostly other men, sat at the table, and everyone held up their glass of wine.
“As you all know, I have not taken a new bride in a very, very long time, which is why my marriage to Camille is very important and dear to me. I hope you all welcome her and her lovely daughter into our family. To Camille, my love, salute.”
Everyone repeated “salute” and clinked glasses.
I avoided Lucas’s look. I was seated next to my mother at the one end of the table. Arturo was at the end, one place setting was empty to Arturo’s right, and Lucas was seated across from me.
“Thank you, darling,” Mom said. “That was lovely.”
“I meant every word.” Arturo looked at me. “I hope you’ll feel welcome here, Natalie. I’m very glad you’re a part of my family.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Camille kissed him. “You’re too kind, Arturo.”
“Nonsense,” he said, and the two of them began talking quietly to each other.
I felt like I was going to retch, so I looked away.
Lucas caught my eye. “What do you think?”
“Of what?”
“This.” He gestured around him. “Pretty absurd, right?”
I laughed. “A bit much, yeah.”