Chapter 9
Lionel
H oly shit, the brat looks lovely. Lily’s got an angel-whore aspect to her, where she’s alternately slutty and virginal.
Sometimes the young woman looks wild and down to fuck, but other times, she appears to be a good little girl with a prim smile and her legs crossed daintily at the knee.
Both sides of the young woman turn me into a beast, and that’s part of my stepdaughter’s allure.
Lily has many facets to her personality, and it keeps me on my toes.
Then again, everything about the teen girl keeps me on my toes.
She’s smart, positive, vibrant, funny, and gorgeous to behold.
Today, Lily’s got more of the “virginal” look to her as we step inside St. George Jewelers.
The curvy girl is wearing a short blue skirt with a blue and white striped top, paired with shiny black Mary Janes and her curly brown hair arranged prettily over one shoulder.
I can see her thick thighs poking out from beneath her skirt, and that big bosom pushes against her striped top.
Other than that, however, Lily looks fresh-faced and sweet.
“Daddy, are you sure?” she whispers as we push open the glass door. “You know you don’t have to buy me anything.”
“I’m positive,” I whisper back. “I want you to have the best, sweetheart, and nothing short of that will satisfy me.”
“Mr. Kenneally!” a handsome man greets us after striding out from the back. “Welcome! I’m so happy to see you. Please, follow me. Your stepfather called before you arrived, so I already have some gems put away for your perusal,” he murmurs to Lily. “If you will, Mademoiselle.”
I grin because I’ve always liked Abad Farese.
After he bought the store from the original proprietor, St. George Jewelers changed for the better.
The previous owner stuck to the mundane.
There were engagement rings, wedding bands, and an assortment of everyday baubles.
But Abad sees things differently. He wants to cater to an uber-elite clientele, and began stocking one-of-a-kind pieces, including body chains dripping with diamonds; tiaras stacked with pearls and rubies; and of course, precious stones fit for a maharajah’s collection.
I have no idea where he sources this stuff, but it’s good quality.
Plus, Abad is discreet, which is key for a man of my stature.
If I want to purchase a piece, I don’t want it splashed about in the pages of a daily rag.
I want my purchase to remain on the downlow, and Abad never tips off the press even if it would help his business.
Plus, the man is discreet in another sense of the word.
He knows that billionaires have particular tastes on occasion, and never blinks when I mention the intended purpose of my purchase.
“Please,” Abad says in a courteous tone while bowing. He opens a door in the back of the store before gesturing to a well-lit space within. “Make yourselves comfortable.”
Lily and I step into a private room with velvet flocked walls, overstuffed chairs, and a glass case on top of a small, mahogany coffee table. The lighting is flattering, bathing the room in a golden glow, and Abad moves forward after shutting the door.
“Mr. Kenneally mentioned that you’re looking for a large-size gem, so I took the liberty of assembling a collection in anticipation of your arrival,” he says in an obsequious tone. “Please, allow me.”
He opens the glass case and removes a velvet tray filled with sparkling stones. But these aren’t your run-of-the-mill gemstones. There are aquamarines the size of a robin’s egg; sparkling blood-red rubies; as well as a few diamonds that look far too small.
I frown.
“Abad, I thought I asked only to see diamonds.”
The proprietor looks solemn.
“You did,” he acknowledges. “But Mr. Kenneally, I took the liberty?—”
But I cut him off with a slash of my hand.
“I understand, but I want only the finest for this young woman,” I state. “Diamonds. Now .”
Abad nods and gets up, his expression calm.
“Of course, Mr. Kenneally. If you’ll just excuse me for a moment, I’ll pull together a selection of our finest diamonds for you. You will be pleased, I’m sure of it. I’ll be back in a jiffy!”
Then, he turns and disappears through a side door. Lily giggles and shoots me a smile.
“Daddy, you didn’t have to be so mean!” she whispers. “He was trying his best.”
I frown, my expression thunderous.
“He didn’t deliver what I asked,” I reply in a gruff tone. “I want diamonds for you, baby girl, and nothing else.
“But Daddy, these gems are gorgeous and some of the rubies could look good with my pink thong. They’re so sparkly and beautiful! Do you have the lingerie with you? I’ll show you what I mean,” she says with a sweet smile.
Heat runs through my veins, and I fish in my pocket before pulling out the hot pink thong.
Even the mere sight of the lace turns me on because it’s so fucking wrong.
I can already visualize the pink straps digging into Lily’s wide hips as I tongue the gem aside before sucking on her wet clit.
But Lily reads my mind, and she’s already pulling the fabric out of my hands.
“Dirty Daddy!” she scolds. “I know what you’re thinking. But here, see?” she breathes, holding up one of the rubies and positioning it next to the pink material. “Don’t you think this looks good? The deep red of the ruby sets off the rose color of the fabric, don’t you agree?”
I shake my head.
“Baby girl, you’d look beautiful in anything, but that ruby’s far too small. It’s the wrong color too. The stone should complement the pink fabric, and that one clashes.”
Lily studies the set-up for a minute and then nods.
“You’re right,” she murmurs before plucking another gem from the velvet tray. “Here, this ruby is pinker and bigger. This looks much prettier, don’t you think?”
I frown as she holds up the ruby next to the thong. Then I shake my head regretfully.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I just don’t see it. The stone is red, not pink, and again, it’s far too small. You have a big clit, baby girl, especially when you’re aroused and wet. You need a big diamond to shield your clit, and these jewels aren’t doing your anatomy justice.”
“Oh Mr. Kenneally!” Lily squeals. “You’re so filthy?—”
But she’s cut off by the entrance of Abad. The tall man strides forward with a velvet tray in hand, but then he stops when he sees the scrap of lace on the small coffee table. It’s obvious what it is, with the barely-there fabric and glinting crystal lying face up. Yet Abad recovers immediately.
“Ah, the special lingerie,” he says courteously. “You mentioned it on the phone earlier, Mr. Kenneally. My understanding is that you’d like to replace the gem?”
“Yes,” I say in a deep tone. “The one we have here is glass. It’s not beautiful enough for my stepdaughter, and we’d like to replace it with the real thing. A diamond, specifically.”
Abad nods before seating himself and selecting a stone from the velvet tray he just brought in.
“How about this one?” he asks, holding up a gorgeous rock. The diamond flashes with fire and life, sparkling wildly in the small space. “This is a four carat round-cut diamond of VVS quality. It’s a G on the color scale, and I believe it would go wonderfully with the pink lace.”
But I’m not sold, and I frown, my black brows pulling together.
“Four carats? I don’t think so. My stepdaughter has a large clitoris, and she needs at least eight carats to cover her nub, if not ten.”
Lily goes bright red because how can I talk like this in front of someone she doesn’t know? But like I said, Abad is discreet and he’s familiar with my demands.
“Of course, Mr. Kenneally,” the proprietor murmurs, putting down the four-carat stone. “How about this one instead?”
He holds up a much bigger diamond in his fingers, and I nod with approval.
“That’s more like it,” I growl before turning to my stepdaughter. “Sweetheart, what do you think?”
Abad shows her the gem, fire and light cascading through the room in glittery rays as the jewel is examined.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes. “But Daddy, my clit isn’t exactly a perfect circle. Is there something maybe longer and thinner that could provide more coverage?”
Abad nods, his eyes glinting.
“Of course. You must be speaking of the marquise cut, which is one of my favorites,” he says.
“Here, how about this one?” he asks, palming another rock.
“This is a twelve-carat marquise diamond, as you can see from the long and narrow profile. It resembles a canoe, wouldn’t you say?
This gem is graded D in color, which is a very fine color,” he adds quickly.
“Diamond grading isn’t like a report card with A, B, and C, down to F.
A D is a diamond that has no visible color, even when magnified.
D is the highest color grade on the Gemological Institute of America's diamond color grading scale, and D-color diamonds are rare, refined, and chemically purer than other diamonds. They are also considered the most valuable and rarest color grade of diamonds.”
“That’s more like it,” I growl with pleasure, never taking my eyes from Lily as she fondles the gem. “I want only the best for my beautiful girl because that’s what she deserves. Lily sweetheart, why don’t you try it on?”
The teen girl blinks, turning towards me with surprise on her pretty features.
“What do you mean?”
“See if the diamond’s the right size and fit for your clit, princess,” I say like nothing’s wrong. “That’s what we’re here for, right? Don’t be shy.”
Lily blushes fire-engine red and throws an embarrassed glance at Abad.
“But Daddy, the diamond belongs on the thong,” she whispers. “I can’t sew it to the g-string right now because I don’t have a needle and thread!”
I’m not bothered at all.
“No need to sew it on, baby. Just lift your skirt and put it over your clit to see if it’s the right size and shape. Show us,” I command in a deep voice. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s the only way we’ll be able to tell if the diamond fits.”
Lily gasps audibly this time, her mouth opening and closing. But no words come out because she knows that I always get what I want, especially when it comes to her luscious curves. Shooting Abad another furtive glance, she stands while fidgeting nervously with the fabric of her skirt.
“Are you sure, Daddy?” she asks in a low tone. “I mean, we don’t have to try it out right now. We could maybe take these jewels out on loan, and try them out in the privacy of our home?”
“I’m sorry, Miss Kenneally,” Abad interjects in a smooth tone. “But these jewels are of the highest value and cannot be loaned. They are only viewable on the premises of St. George Jewelers.”
Lily gulps heavily, her cheeks red.
“Oh, I see,” she murmurs. “That makes sense, I suppose, given their high value.”
But still, Lily doesn’t move, standing in place while trembling.
Yet I can tell by the way her big bust heaves that she’s excited, and there are faint pinpricks on her striped top.
Yes, my sweet woman is aroused and her nipples are hard and poking out at the fabric.
As expected, the slut is turned on, and I smirk.
“What are you waiting for, baby girl?” I ask in a silky tone. “Let’s see if the gem fits.”
Lily gulps again and swallows. But then, her hands gently begin to lift the hem of her skirt.
The fabric inches upwards, baring inch after inch of creamy, thick thigh, and I literally begin to growl deep in my throat.
She pauses while the fabric is about two inches below her cunt, and I let out a harsh bark.
“What are you waiting for, princess? Daddy wants to see.”
Lily flushes again and nods before gripping the fabric tighter in her fingers.
Then, the material begins its ascent once more, revealing more and more of her lush white legs.
But she stops again, this time with the skirt right below her pussy line.
I can practically smell the musk of her cunt because she’s so turned on, and my cocks harden in my jeans in anticipation. But Lily throws a panicked look my way.
“Daddy,” she whispers. “I think I forgot my panties today.”
Abad’s black brows shoot up to his forehead while I lean forwards, my broad shoulders stiff.
“No panties, hmmm? Did you really forget, or is this just who you are? Never mind, don’t answer that because it’s clear you’re a filthy little girl.
But it’s fine, princess, because we don’t need panties for the try-on.
In fact, it’ll work better without lingerie because we want to see everything.
Now pull your skirt up, sweetheart. Let’s see if the diamond fits. ”
With that, Lily takes a deep breath as the show continues...