Chapter 36

The One Where They Go To A Ball

A R I E L L E

So, when Nate said we were going to a charity ball, naturally I was curious. Who even goes to charity balls? This seems like a thing that the rich do, and I’ve never been wealthy, so it seems completely unfamiliar in my world.

I have no fancy fucking dresses, I’m terrified to meet the rest of Nate’s family, I don’t think I’m classy enough for this crowd, and I’m just really fucking nervous.

In fact, Nate warned me that this would be a super formal event. He told me that I had to wear a long dress and that I needed a second dress for later in the evening—a shorter, but still formal dress.

I’d went shopping yesterday with Summer. We found two dresses for the evening that set me back a little over a hundred bucks. I’d managed to get a pretty good fucking deal because there was a sale, otherwise I’d be bitching Nate out for having me buy something so pricey.

Both dresses are red. Nate suggested I wear red because it’s, “Your colour, Babygirl.” So, I chose a form fitting, floor length, strapless red satin dress with a deep v in the bust and a high slit up the left thigh. It was probably fairly sexy for the event, but I couldn’t really give a fuck. I’ve always been a bit on the edge of sexy.

The second dress for later in the night was similar. The hem reached mid-thigh, there was a deep v between the cups, a floral lace decorative piece around the hem, and loose straps that rested off my shoulders.

I pull both dresses out of my suitcase and hang them in the hotel closet. That’s another thing, we were in a hotel about three hours away from home, in the city where Nate ‘s stepfather, mother, and sisters live.

Nate told me a little bit about his stepfather. Apparently, his parents divorced when he was younger—nothing hostile about it, they just didn’t get along anymore—and his mother remarried just shy of two years later. Nate said his stepfather and him didn’t get along all that well, but it wasn’t as if they fight like cats and dogs.

In his words, “We’re just very different people. He’s very much about appearances and I’m the fuckin’ opposite. I couldn’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks of me. Life’s too short to worry about what other people think.”

Nate ‘s stepfather, Elijah, owned some sort of company—I can’t remember what because Nate was shirtless when he told me—but he’s a millionaire and he has been for a long time. I can’t help but think that’s one of the reasons Nate seems to have a strained relationship with his family. They live quite an opposing lifestyle compared to Nate and myself and I don’t imagine they take too kindly to his criminal record and wouldn’t to mine, if they knew about it.

Nate also told me about his sisters. Isabella was his older sister by a couple years, while Amelia was about fifteen and Eva was the youngest. Amelia and Eva were his half-sisters—children of his mother, Kim, and Elijah. All his sisters would be making an appearance tonight, except for Eva. Nate said Elijah is strict about exposing his youngest to alcohol and so she’d be staying home for the evening.

When I’m done getting my outfits ready for the ball, I enter the bathroom, watching as Nate starts buttoning up his dress shirt, approaching me with a smirk. “You almost ready? He asks me, gripping my chin between his fingers to press his mouth to mine. “We have to be there at seven.”

“I’ve just gotta’ finish some makeup and then I can get dressed.”

“I see you listened to my advice,” he glances over my shoulder as he says so, eyes finding my dresses hanging in the closet.

“Mm-hm,” I hum. “Although they might be a bit too fuckin’ sexy for this particular crowd.”

“Fuck ‘em. They’re mostly all snobs and prudes anyways. Afraid to see some titties, but they go home and fuck their mistresses while their wives and children wait at home.” He rolls his eyes, making it obvious that he likely doesn’t want to be here tonight. Even though it feels nice to dress up and go out with him, I see where he’s coming from. “Now, go get dressed. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He gives my ass a slap, encouraging me to finish getting ready.

I smile, pushing him playfully as I head to the closet. I step out of the shorts and tank top I was wearing, grabbing my luggage to find a clean pair of panties that won’t leave lines in my dress. As I’m searching through my belongings—completely fucking naked, might I add—I hear Nate’s footsteps softly against the carpet, coming up behind me.

“Put these on,” Nate demands and I turn to see him holding out a white lacy thong. I give him a raised eyebrow, curious why he chose what I’m wearing, until I take them from his hand.

They’re heavy.

I flip them over to find that they’re vibrating panties. There’s a literal fucking vibrator tucked in the front, where it obviously presses against the clit of whomever is wearing them.

Fuck.

“You expect me to wear these at dinner with your family?”

“Yes,” he says stoically, acting as if he’s just said the most causal thing.

“How the fuck—when does it go off?”

“Just put them on, Babygirl.”

My heart races in my chest and I wet my lips before stepping into them. They’re snug to my clit and it reminds me that at some point, it’ll start vibrating and I won’t know when. Nate ‘s tongue races along his lips, smirking at the sight of me in them, turning to leave the closet.

Is he fucking serious?

The anticipation and naughtiness of wearing vibrating panties makes my pussy pulse with desire. Doesn’t help when they suddenly start vibrating against my clit and I cry out, gripping onto the shelving in front of me.

How the fuck am I supposed to keep a straight face if these go off during dinner? I mean, his fucking sisters and mother will be sitting at the same table as us and he expects me to keep my cool?

The vibrations cut off just as quickly as they started and I sit myself on the small bench in front of me. I see Nate leaning against the threshold of the door again, sly smile on his face and hands stuffed in his dress pants.

I don’t miss it when his left hand adjusts in his pocket and my pussy is throbbing again. I bite down on my lip, holding eye contact with Nate as he torments the living shit out of me.

“How the fuck do you expect me to not lose it?” I whimper, throwing my head back when he presses a button on the remote and the vibrations speed up. “Fuck, Nate.”

As he approaches me, he pulls the remote out of his pants and with a push of his thumb, the throbbing stops. But my pussy still feels the aftershock, and I immediately know this is going to be an interesting evening. When Nate finally stops in front of me, he leans over so that his palms are placed flat on either side of my body against the leather bench I sit on.

“Be a good girl and I’ll only turn them on low,” he teases, voice low and dripping with lust. He presses his lips to mine slowly prior to exiting the closet again. I swallow hard, taking a moment to gain some sense of normalized breathing before I’m finally able to stand and grab my dress.

I undo the zipper and step into the dress easily, calling out Nate ‘s name. He wastes no time in standing behind me, holding my hips in his grasp to press a kiss against my spine. He drags his lips lower and lower, smiling victoriously when I whine from his actions. His fingers grab the zipper—at the top of my ass—and he drags it slowly up my back, ensuring that he teases me in the process.

“How in the fuck are we supposed to go downstairs to the ball when you look like this? Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’d think I was the one wearing vibrating knickers.” His hands trace the curves of my waist, and he presses a kiss behind my ear, “You’re gonna’ be the talk of the ball this year.”

Nate grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers to lead us to the mirror nearby. “Fuck, look at you.” He rasps, “How do the knickers feel?”

Wetting my lips, I respond, “Naughty. Fuckin’ good, but naughty. I’m scared your family will find out.”

Nate ‘s lips trace the curve along my neck, holding my hips to his, “They won’t. I know you can restrain yourself.”

I don’t know if I fucking can.

“As much as I’d love to drag that bench over here, bend you over it and fuck you in this dress, we need to get going.”

Can’t lie, that sounds fucking amazing. “Let me put my lipstick on,” I reply, walking back into the bathroom to pull out the red tube. As I finish applying it to my lips, Nate enters the room, fixing the cuffs on his suit jacket and then straightening out his red silk tie.

“You ready, my beautiful angel?” Nate asks, admiring the way I look.

My nerves suddenly skyrocket and I’m forced to take a moment to regain my bearings. I stuff my lipstick in my clutch, ensure that our hotel key is also inside and check myself over once more. Quickly, I put on my heels while Nate ‘s putting his dress shoes on and then he holds out his hand in my direction.

I take it and he intertwines our fingers together, leading me to the elevator. I try to take slow, controlled breaths, but I’m so fucking nervous and terrified to meet Nate ‘s entire fucking family that it’s of no use. I have to be careful and observant of my mouth tonight—these are high class people, I don’t think they’d enjoy the fact that fuck just so happens to be my favourite word.

The elevator dings, and Nate leads me through groups of people and past event room after event room until we reach the back of the building. When we step into a room, a few lights flash and I realize that there’s even a black (red) carpet where fucking photographers are taking photos of the attendees. Here I was thinking the last door we entered would lead us into this celebration, but it’s merely a room that leads into the actual room.

As we walk towards the black carpet, I hesitate, observing as Nate releases my hand and walks onto the carpet, posing for photos. When it occurs to him that I haven’t followed, he extends his arm, encouraging me forward. I carefully walk to him where he wraps an arm around my body, resting his hand on the curve of my waist.

He pulls me to his side, pressing his lips against my temple, aware of the fact that I’m uncomfortable. “Relax, my girl.” He whispers against my skin and I take a deep breath, placing my palm flat against his chest. The photographer takes several photos before Nate grabs my hand again, taking me into the main hall.

It’s fucking massive. The lights are bright, everyone is dressed in suits and fancy dresses, and I admire the gigantic chandeliers hanging from the ceiling as a server comes to us with glasses of champagne.

Nate hands me one first, grabbing a second one for himself. We barely make it fifteen steps into the room before a man’s voice calls out Nate ‘s name and we turn to see an older man drawing closer to us.

“Elijah,” Nate recites his stepfather’s name, shaking his hand.

Elijah is tall—probably six foot two, has a head of black and grey buzz cut hair, and stubble across his jaw, with warm brown eyes and a handsome smile. He’s a very attractive older man, in all honesty.

When his eyes find mine, he greets me with, “You must be Arielle.”

“Just Ari,” I correct, shaking his hand as well.

“Thank you for coming tonight.” As he chats with us, Nate wraps his arm protectively around me, hand resting on the top of my ass. Internally my pulse fucking goes haywire, loving the feeling of his touch. He knows he shouldn’t touch my ass at such a formal event, yet he—nor I—could give a fuck.

“I can’t stick around, but please, enjoy yourself this evening. And I hope this isn’t inappropriate, but I can see why Nate is so taken with you,” he says it kindly, as if he’s happy that his stepson has brought me along. I swallow hard, awkward around parents like usual.

He gives us a smile and then moves along, likely having to talk with hundreds of people tonight. It’s his event, so I’m not surprised he doesn’t have time to stick around and talk with us.

Nate brings his lips to the shell of my ear, tucking my hip in closer to his. “Do you see how everyone’s staring at you?”

Glancing around the room, it occurs to me that he’s right. Men are tearing their gazes away from their conversations, women are jealously swallowing what’s left of their champagne, even one of the servers nearly loses his tray because he just misses bumping into someone else.

And they’re all looking at us.

“And you’re all fuckin’ mine,” Nate adds possessively, kissing me softly and then sipping his champagne and placing his empty on a tray as an employee passes by. I do the same, positive I’m going to need alcohol to get through this evening. His hand finds its way into his pocket and when my panties start vibrating, I gasp much too loudly.

A man looks at me momentarily, as I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. “Jesus, Nate,” I whimper, turning myself to tuck my face into his chest. He doesn’t hesitate to rest his hand on the curve of my ass, chuckling lowly.

“How’s that feel, Babygirl?”

“Way too fuckin’ good,” I moan quietly so that only he can hear. He makes it ten times worse when he turns the device up to the second speed and I know that I won’t last long whatsoever.

I fucking fight the urge to cry out in euphoria, overwhelmed with the fact that this is only hotter because it’s public. “Nate,” I bite down hard on my lip as he tucks his hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “If you don’t turn it off, I’m gonna’ come.”

I’m so wet in my panties already, pleasure coiling deep within me. Nate just smirks, his hand that’s resting on my ass squeezing it nonchalantly, while he whispers, “Do it. Come for me, Arielle. Right fuckin’ here. In front of all these fuckin’ prudes.”

I fist his white dress shirt in my hand, eyes rolling to the back of my skull. I wet my lips, focusing on staying quiet as I come in front of hundreds of unaware people. My heart hammers in my chest, surely bruising my rib cage, aware of the fact that I need to use the washroom now.

Nate finally turns the device off, hand cupping my jawline to press a kiss to my lips. “I knew I could make this night more interesting,” he tells me with a sly smile.

“I have to use the bathroom,” I pout.

“Come,” he tells me, grabbing my hand.

Oh, I fucking did.

He leads me across the massive room, showing me to the restrooms. I feel Nate ‘s eyes watching my ass as I head into the ladies’ room and I sway my hips purposefully for his enjoyment.

It takes me about ten minutes to shuffle in my dress and clean myself up, but I finally manage to do it. It’s a pain in the fucking ass wearing such a tight-fitting dress—and I’m sure I’ll be using this bathroom more than once while I’m wearing these panties—but I know that I look damn good in it. So frankly, I’ll put up with it.