His Daughter [Completed] Book 1/2

Chapter 13

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[Georgiana]

The warmth of the water felt good against my skin, easing the dull ache in my thighs and backside from the mind blowing orgasm and the ride earlier today.
I don't know what had just happened but it was amazing. His mouth felt incredible and the way he played with me with his fingers sent me crazy. It felt so good to finally have some kind of release from the days of sexual tension building up.
I'd never had a guy go down on me before. I was worried if I tasted ok or if I looked ok down there but Dom seemed to be happy with both. It could have been so easy to let him fuck me and my virginity days would be over. But I just didn't feel ready. I was clueless in the bedroom, I'd never so much as given a guy a blowjob. Handjobs yes, guys had fingered me but none had ever made me orgasm. I had resorted to having my own collection of vibrators over the past few years to help with my constant sexual frustration. But nothing the size of Dom. Jesus. He was huge and beautiful. I'd enjoyed the feeling of having him in my mouth, giving me some idea of what it would be like when we slept together. My greater worry now as if he'd fit in me. All my vibrators were so much smaller, lipstick size not penis size. It thrilled and terrified me in equal measures.

When he came in my mouth I nearly pulled away, the sheer shock of the speed of his juices entering my mouth and the salty taste. But he tasted good so dam good and I couldn't wait to do it again and watch his godlike face as his climax hit him.

Today had been amazing. Horse riding after so long, lunch, ring shopping and then the most amazing orgasm of my life. Could things get any better?

I really should ride more, Dom's small gesture in paying for my ride meant far more than he could have known. It was the only time I felt truly free, riding, no one telling me how to act, who I could see. At times I felt like a bird in a gilded cage. Although he had never said it to me, Daddy's grief from losing Mummy had over spilled into his parenting. And his fear of going through that kind of loss again only fuelled his over protective nature. But it had been so stifling at times.

Dom on the other hand was such a gentleman but always so in control. If anything I felt it was me that wouldn't be able to wait much longer to be with him, or at least to see him fully naked and to have him touch me more. I had never felt feelings like this for a man before and I felt myself being pulled in the more time we spent together. Maybe to him I would just be an easy lay. But to me he would be my first in so many ways. I tried to push the negative feelings to the back of my mind.

Just enjoy yourself G. Just be normal. Girls your age do this. They sleep with men they like. It doesn't have to mean more than that. It doesn't have to be love.

It was clear we both wanted to sleep with each other. The question was, when? Should I wait until the night of our wedding? That could be months away. I didn't know if could wait that long. Would he think I was loose if I did it before? I really needed to find out more about him, his expectations, what he wanted from me, from us. I'd have to start asking questions tonight. It would be awkward but I needed to know where I stood.

A message lit up on my phone from Arabella.

See you tomorrow. Thinking of you lovely. A xx

The funeral! Everything was planned, Donovan had seen to it. We expected a large turnout and no doubt some press. All I wanted was a small and private funeral, but Daddy's reputation and influence within the city had thrown that idea out of the window early on in the planning process. After the service at the chapel and cremation, a wake would be held at The British Museum where Daddy had been a patron. I knew I just had to get through the day and having Dom by my side would make it bearable. Having him in my life had made the loneliness bearable. And although our union was one of arrangement it gave me at least one view of the future, of a future. I wasn't kidding myself though, the chances of this arrangement working out long term were slim. Two complete strangers set up by a dead man. I didn't know Dom, I knew nothing about him, his family, his background, his life. But my father trusted him with his business, with his companies reputation, and with his daughter's happiness. And because of that, I was willing to give this ridiculous idea a go. I would throw myself into it wholeheartedly. There was no other way to find out if Dom and I could work. But part of my heart was trying to prepare itself for further hurt and loss. It seemed those two themes reoccured throughout my life. Love followed by loss. I only hoped in Dom's case I was wrong.