Chapter 18: Family Reunion Hotel Risk

The Grand Regency ballroom pulsed with laughter and clinking glasses, fairy lights strung across the ceiling like stars that didn’t quite reach the real night outside. Family reunion weekend—cousins I hadn’t seen since childhood, aunts gossiping over wine, uncles swapping construction stories with Dad. Mom had booked us adjoining rooms on the fifteenth floor, hers right next to his like some cosmic joke. I was sharing with my cousin Lily down the hall, but the second the pool bar closed at midnight I slipped away, heart hammering so hard I could feel it between my legs.

My phone buzzed in my clutch. Dad’s text: Door unlocked. Come to me.

I’d worn the red lace set he bought—the exact style the woman in the garage had worn that first night, the one whose moans I’d recorded on shaky video. Tiny panties already soaked, matching bra barely containing my heavy breasts under the simple black dress I’d thrown over it. The silver plug he’d slipped in before dinner still nestled snug in my ass, keeping the day’s loads locked inside me like the good freeuse wife he’d trained me to be. Every step down the carpeted hallway made it shift, a delicious reminder of the garage claim, the couch ride during his laptop meeting, the way he’d growled “mine” while flooding me again and again.

I didn’t knock. The door clicked open under my fingers and I stepped inside, the faint city glow through the half-drawn curtains turning the suite into something private and dangerous. Dad waited by the bed in nothing but gray boxers, salt-and-pepper hair tousled, broad chest rising fast. His eyes dragged over me like he was starving.

“Babygirl,” he growled, voice low enough that the thin wall to Mom’s room wouldn’t carry it. “Lock it.”

I did. Then I dropped to my knees right there on the plush carpet, the dress pooling around me. His cock sprang free the moment I tugged the waistband down—thick, veined, already leaking for me. I worshipped without hesitation, lips wrapping the head, tongue swirling that salty bead while my eyes locked up at him. Room-service cart rattled past in the hallway outside; someone laughed two doors down. The risk made me suck deeper, throat fluttering around him as saliva dripped down my chin. He threaded fingers through my hair, guiding gently while his other hand stayed free to listen for footsteps. “Good girl ... taking Daddy so deep with the whole family right outside.”