EroticReverie

Arabella

I had no idea why Victor picked this dress for me. He's always wanted me dressed "Classy". But there was nothing classy about the see through gown I had on.  It's red see through gossamer. The waist is cinched, with a handful of layers of the fabric falling to the floor, but even multiple layers thick, I can still see my damn ass when I check it out in the mirror. Can still see the lines of my legs and the apex of my thighs. I suppose if they got close enough they might be able to actually see my pussy, but my bet was that Victor wasnt letting anyone that close. 

But the top of the dress? The wouldnt need to be close at all to see the SINGLE LAYER  of gossamer. It was like wearing a pair of sexy suspenders. The panels were thick enough to cover my breasts, but I didnt really see the point since my tits were on full display. The fabric clung to my breasts in a criss cross halter top that was sewn into the waist of the bottom half of the dress. 

Victor never put me in red, and he never put me in something so...see through. Not even close. But I didn't question it when I opened the box on my bed with the note after he left my room. 

"You sure Victor picked that out?" Kelsie laughs as we both look in the mirror at my very "might as well just be naked" dress. 

"Oh..before I forget" Kelsie says and walks over to the side of the room and grabs something from her purse. She walks back over and holds out a closed fist.

"What's this?" I ask as I hold out my hand and she drops a necklace in my hand. 

"Um...a gift." She says and I look down at it. 

"You didnt have to get me a-"

"Oh, I didnt...it's not from me." She says and then turns to the mirror. 

"Then who is-" I stop talking as I lift the glass tear drop bulb shaped pendant. It's small, maybe about the size of a dime, and inside the little glass bulb,.....are flakes of dried flowers. A rainbow of faded colors up close. My throat tightens.

"Is this..from.." I dont even say his name. Colt. The flower that I'd always found on my floor, that I'd kept, always keeping at least one from each small bouquet, the ones that Victor or one of the girls had smashed into my carpet the day that Victor moved all of my things out of my room. 

Colt, the mean bastard, who I was pretty sure was heartless. Yet here I was, standing with what little bit of proof I had, that he did actually care about me. 

"He said he wants you to wear it tonight." She says and looks at me. 

"Here  . I'll put it on you" she says and walks over and I dont stop her, because I know I should, but I cant. I lift my hand to the little tear drop , I tuck it against the hollow of my throat as she claps the little hook. It's like he has my fucking neck measured, because the chain hugs the base of my neck perfectly , letting hte pendant rest right in the little hollow. Kelsie's fingers push the thin gossamer around behind my neck to let the chain rest against my skin. 

"there" she says, and then smooths out her own gown. 

"We should go downstairs." She says and I nod, looking to the mirror, touching the pendant again. If Victor finds out Im wearing something Colt...he'll probably lose his fucking mind. But Colt wouldnt ever admit to anyone he did something nice. But apparently he was okay with Kelsie knowing. Which made my brain do backflips. She told me never to tell him that I knew about the flowers. As we walk down the stairs, I try to figure out what Colt's angle is. He didnt want me knowing they were from him, yet now he was having Kelsie hand deliver me gifts.

"He TOLD you to tell me that it was from him?" I whisper as we walk down the foyer stairs, my hand on the bannister that curves down to the marble floors. 

"Mhm" She says and several eyes lift up. There's a few of the girls, and handful of men. Tonight wont be a large gathering, they never are on the night for VIP customers. 

My eyes go to Gage, and his eyes pop and his jaw visibily drops. As he moves to walk over tot he stairs Colt , right beside him, lifts his hand and presses the back of it to Gage's chest to stop him. The smile on Colt's face, is fucking wicked as his eyes go to my throat. His eyes falling down the dress Victor picked out for me. Grin growing wider. My heart is beating so fucking hard, and I feel as naked as I fucking am, as every man in the room looks at me. 

Conversations stop, girls roll their eyes and try to draw the attention of the VIP's back to them as I hit the last stair. 

I look around, my cheeks flushing, trying to find Victor. I look across the room to Zane, standing with the new girl, he's smiling and then turning his head and his jaw dropping too. The new girls head turns and her brow lifts. 

My hair is up, which was another different request that I wasnt used to. Victor liked my hair down, always. But I guess, now that i'm eighteen, or now that I'm his, officially, with lives on the fucking line over it. Maybe he's decided to show me off? I had no idea, but I wishhe'd come fucking save me from all the eyes on me. 

"My, my princess." Colt says as he walks over to me, eyes falling over me, right on my tits. 

"Sure have missed those." He whispers, stepping closer and I step back slightly and he chuckles. 

"You look like the little whore  you've always been Arabella." he whispers and I suck in a breath. I did NOT understand this man, at fucking all. 

"I cant wait till he sees you..." He says and lifts his glass, sipping his whiskey. 

"Oh this will be good." He chuckles and licks his lips. 

"It's just a necklace" I breathe. He lifts his brow and grins. 

"Im not talking about the necklace princess....Im taking about your dress. Fuck, you look delicious." He groans and licks his lips again. 

"He picked it out." I say through my teeth, my brows pinching. 

At that, Colt laughs in my face.

"You think Victor, really picked that dress for you Princess?" he shakes his head. 

"You're as stupid as you are pretty." He says and I swallow. 

"what?" I ask, panic rising in my chest. Did Victor not pick it out? It was in the box that Victor left on my bed! He HAD to have picked it out. 

Colt laughs, and Gage looks at me, shaking his head. Zane's eyes on me. Bones walking into the foyer, with Victor beside him. 

"You look like a fucking hot little hooker Princess, I'll never forget the sight of you right now." Colt whispers, as I lock eyes with Victor. His face drops, and then every fucking muscle in his face rages and his face is as red as the lipstick on my mouth. the lipstick, that was ALSO in the box. A golden tube of it. Jesus. i really WAS stupid. Victor fucking hated lipstick. On ANYONE. 

I could cry right now with the look on his face as he storms over to me, pulling off his tuxedo jacket as he does. Colt laughing as he throws it around me. 

"What the fuck do you think you're fucking doing Arabella?!" He snarls in a whisper, but everyone in the room can fucking hear it anyways as tears fill my eyes. Colt set me up. He put that fucking dress in that box, he switched it out with whatever one Victor had picked for me. He put that lipstick in there. Put that fucking note in there, to wear my hair up, and wear only the dress , my lipstick and the heels in the box. 

"Oh come on, show her off." Colt laughs. "They've already seen her, let the little whore show us what she's got." 

Tears rip down my cheeks. 

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Victor snarls at Colt.

"I'd like to see you fucking try , brother." Colt says and tips his glass with a mock cheers and then takes a sip of his whiskey. His mouth tips up in the corner as he watches tears roll down my cheeks. 

"Upstairs. Now." Victor growls at me as I breeak into a small sob, pulling his jacket around me.

"Stay in here. Don't you fucking move." He growls at me. 

"Vic, I...I didnt...it was in the b-box...he p-put it in the box..i thought this was the dress you wanted me to w-wear!" I cry as he glares at me. 

"you think I'd dress you like a fucking whore?" He growls. I cry harder, because I really am so fucking dumb. This had Colt written all over it. All the times he's told Victor "Put her in something sexy for us sometimes Victor" "You really should let her show off those tits sometime" "Oh come on, thats all the cleavage we get today?" 

He had constantly made remarks about how Victor needs to dress me "like a whore" beacause "i was one". 

"Don't leave this fucking room." He glowers and leaves and I sit on the bed, wiping my fucking tears as I cry. 

A minute later the door opens and I'm still crying. My eyes going wide as Colt enters with a big fucking smirk on his face. 

"Hello Princess." he groans with a grin and walks into the room.

"Get out" I cry. "I fucking hate you! I hate you!" I yell at him as he keeps walking towards me. 

I push at him as he gets closer, his hands reaching out, grabbing my face and I scream, but he pulls me forward, bending down and crashing his mouth to mine. 

I scream against his mouth, his tongue flicking into my mouth, smearing the lipstick he chose over both of our faces as I push and scream as he holds my face and his one hand drops and slips inside the panel of my dress below the waist, hand immediately cupping my pussy as he groans and pushes me back to the bed. 

"lay the fuck down princess" He groans and I scream as he shoves me onto the bed, and uses his weight, but he laughs and smirks as my legs fucking fall open and two of his fingers pushes up inside of me. 

"Colt, stop" I cry as my pussy clenches and his mouth hovers and pants over mine.

"shut up and cum Arabella" he groans and curls his fingers.

"Colt...why..are you..doing this" I whine as my head goes back and he groans and kisses my neck.

"Because he doesnt get to tell me I cant fucking have you" he growls. 

"Victor needs to learn how to share his fucking toys." he growls and pumps his fingers into me. 

"Want me to lick it princess, hmm?" he smirks against my mouth and flicks his tongue and my mouth. 

"n-no" I shake my head. "you need to go" 

"you're a little liar Arabella, he didnt want a little whore, but that's what he got, didnt he? Because your pussy misses me, doesnt it princess? It misses all of us." he groans against my mouth. 

"Colt, dont" I yelp, as he moves down, pushing up the fabric as I pant, just fucking laying there. 

"dont worry, ill tell him you put up a real good fight" he laughs as I whimper and lift my head and look at him. 

"look at you...you want this...say it...say you want me to lick this fucking virgin cunt Arabella" 

I shake my head. 

"say it princess....tell me the truth....do you..fucking...want this?" he groans as his fingers still pump inside of me and I whimper.

"yes" I answer , wincing and he smiles at me, so fucking wicked and smug. 

"You look so pretty all dressed up for Daddy Colt, Arabella. I dressed you real fucking nice, didnt I?" He groans and his tongue licks over my clit. 

"fuck" I cry. 

"He's going to kill you." I whine as his tongue licks again, and again.

"No princess, he won't....but he will get sick of sharing your beloved little cunt with me...and then princess? Guess what?" he groans and sucks my clit. 

I whimper. 

"Then.." he says and licks my clit again. "then you can come on my mouth whenever you want princess...cause you'll belong to me....to all of us...and we wanna take such good care of our little whore...and i'm going to let all those men downstairs fuck this pussy...make you our best little whore" he groans as he keeps eating me out. 

"Colt, stop, god, stop, we can't do this, he's going to kill me" I whine , even as my hips lift and my hand reaches down and grips his fucking hair. 

"none of us would touch a fucking hair on your head, no matter what you do, princess" he groans and bites my clit slightly and I let out a scream. 

"soo be a good little whore Arabella, this  is what you need princess, so cum on my fucking tongue and let me taste our special little whore."