Rose Ch 06 To Fantasy

After about an hour, Vincen-with Rose's help-finishes getting ready. He heads down to the hotel bar. He's dressed in dark gray slacks, a matching vest, and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons left open. Rose has styled his hair to be slicked back with a few strands dangling over his forehead. He orders a whiskey on the rocks and waits. He gets a text:

"I'm on my way. I'll be in a red cocktail dress..."

His heart races at the thought, but he's still waiting. The bartender notices Vincent checking his phone, then looking around, and strikes up a conversation.

"Got a hot date?" he asks as he refills a bowl of nuts.

Vincent snaps to attention and feels a flush come over his face as if he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He has to focus and take a breath to remember he and Rose are out of state where no one knows him or their relationship. There is no "getting caught" because, to everyone around them, they'll look like a regular couple. Well, an older man with a younger woman, but normal nonetheless. He and Rose haven't been able to go out on an actual date since this whole thing started because they haven't had time and they didn't want to get caught or seen by the wrong people.

He clears his throat and chuckles softly, "Umm, yeah, actually."

"You seem nervous," the bartender says with a kind smile. "First date I assume?"

Vincent nods, remembering the fantasy Rose wants to play out, and says, "Yes. This is, uh, actually the first time we're gonna meet. I have no idea what she even looks like except for what she'll be wearing."

"Oh! You must be on that new dating app. What's it called..." the bartender thinks for a second, then snaps his fingers when it comes to him. "

Blind Love

, right? The one where it doesn't allow you to exchange pictures or phone numbers? I've heard about that one."

Vincent smiles and nods. "That's the one. We've been chatting for about a month and a half. This is the first time we've both been able to get time off to actually meet up. I guess I'm nervous and anxious."

"I can see why," he chuckles. He notices Vincent's whiskey is almost finished, so he pours another and slides it to him. "Here, this one is on me."

"Thank you," Vincent nods and smiles.

"You know," the bartender smirks proudly, "if you

really

wanna impress your date, you should ask her what her drink of choice is, then I can have it ready by the time she gets here."

Vincent's eyes light up a little. "That's...actually a really good idea." He pulls out his phone and sends Rose a text. After a moment, she responds and he chuckles. "Shoulda known," he looks up at the bartender. "Lemon drop martini."

The bartender nods, "Soon as I see a woman in a red cocktail dress, I'll get it started."

"Thank you," Vincent says.

By his third whiskey, Rose still hasn't arrived. The bar is getting fairly crowded, but he still doesn't recognize anyone there. Vincent and the bartender keep chatting occasionally which comes as a welcome distraction. Then, as Vincent readies to order his fourth whiskey and to call Rose, he sees the bartender look up towards the door. His jaw drops for a moment, then a slow smile comes across his face.

"I think your date is here..."

Vincent turns and his heart nearly stops while his dick feels like it's going to split his slacks wide open. "Holy fuck..." he says under his breath.

Rose is there with all eyes in the bar on her, but her eyes are fixated on him. She smirks confidently as she rightfully should. Her long hair is pinned back in an almost princess style; a half ponytail with all of her hair curled and cascading down her back. Her part is to the left with a chunk of hair draped gently across her forehead and tucked behind her right ear. She's left a few tendrils of hair loose to lay on her shoulders.

Her make-up is done in a vintage pin-up style with black winged eyeliner, thick black eyelashes, and deep red lipstick. There's a hint of brown eyeshadows on her eyes, bringing out the beautiful green in her eyes.

She is wearing a blood red satin cocktail dress with a cowl neckline that shows off an ample amount of her cleavage. The straps of the dress go over her shoulders and glitter with white rhinestones. The dress hugs every curve from her breasts down to ass and her thighs. The dress cuts off just above her knees, but there is a side slit that goes just high enough that, if you were paying attention-which he is-you could see a hint of the curve of her ass.

His eyes travel down her legs that have a slight glisten to them which means they are smooth and begging to be touched. On her feet she has on a pair of red, rounded toe pumps with rhinestone ankle straps. His eyes travel back up as she begins to walk towards him.

More than a few men and women are watching her with envy, anxious to see who she is there to meet. There's hope in a few of their eyes that she isn't meeting anyone and they'll get a chance to buy her a drink. As she walks by man after man, he can see them basically fucking her with their eyes. A wave of possessiveness and protectiveness nearly drowns him, but he has to remind himself that, here, he isn't her father; he's her date and they are meeting for the first time.

As Rose comes up to him her smirk turns into a smile. "You must be VinSpina38?"

Somehow Vincent's throat is dry while his mouth is watering. He barely gets a sound out before he has to try and clear his throat, but all he manages to get out is, "F-Firefly44?"

Rose giggles. "That's me. I'm Rose," she says as she holds out her hand to him.

Vincent almost knocks his whiskey over as he brings his right hand over to hers. He catches the glass before it spills, then takes her hand. "Vincent..." he shakes her hand. "You look...incredible. Absolutely stunning."

Rose blushes and giggles, "Thank you."

His heart is racing, about to pound out of his chest, and he feels like he did on his very first date when he was a teenager. He's seen Rose naked-been inside her for fuck's sake-but now? Now, unlike her 18th birthday, he isn't

just

seeing her as a woman for the first time. It's like he's completely forgotten that she's his daughter and

only

sees her as the beautiful, sexy woman she is.

As soon as he remembers to breathe, he smiles and stands up. "Won't you sit down?" he gestures to the open barstool beside his. Rose nods and, as she goes to sit, her hip and the satin fabric covering it brush lightly against his hand. It's enough to send a shiver through him and, after he sits back down, he has to take a long drink from his whiskey to try and compose himself. He ends up polishing it off, but just as he sets down the glass, the bartender sets down a fresh whiskey and a lemon drop martini. He gives Vincent a smirk and a wink before tending to other customers.

Rose smiles at the drink, then looks at him. "Sneaky...very sneaky."

"The bartender gave me the idea to have it ready when you got here," he says as he fights every urge and muscle in his body telling him to touch her. His eyes look her up and down, then lock on hers before he leans in and whispers to her, "You have

no idea

how badly I want to fuck you right now, Baby Girl..." His left hand subtly rests on her knee and gently squeezes it. The way his cock strains against his pants right now is becoming almost physically painful.

He can't help himself. He finally gives in and reaches out to touch her. His hand moves and he starts to run his fingers up and down her smooth, bare thigh. The feel of her skin against his touch nearly drives him wild, but he keeps his cool...for now. He smirks at her as his fingers reach the hem of her dress at her upper thigh. Just as his hand starts to slide up her thigh, she stops him. "Not yet, Daddy..." she whispers before he reluctantly withdraws his hand. "So," Rose speaks up at a normal volume as she sips her martini, "you look very nice tonight. That's a great color on you."

"Thank you," he says with his eyes locked on hers. "My

daughter

helped me put it together. She even styled my hair," he smirks.

"Hmm, did she?" Rose says with amusement. "Well, she has

very

good taste," she says as she reaches over and tugs at the collar of his shirt gently to straighten it. Her wrist gets close enough to his face he can smell her perfume and his eyes darken with hunger. Rose knows exactly what he's hungry for, but playfully asks, "Hungry? Should we...get a table?"

Vincent's nostrils flare as he tries to contain himself. "Yes, starving, actually." He signals the bartender and asks if they can get a table. He lets them know about the open seating, but the only spot left is a corner booth. Vincent subtly adjusts his erection so the entire restaurant doesn't see before they stand. They take their drinks and start to head over to the booth. As they do, Vincent instinctively puts his hand on her lower back. But, when he feels skin, his eyes snap down and he sees her dress is backless and the hem is only a few inches above her ass.

It would be so easy-not subtle, in fact it would be downright obvious-to slip his hand under the hem and give her ass a squeeze, but he restrains himself.

As they pass by people he can hear them whispering about him and Rose. He hears everything from obvious jealous envy to things that boil his blood. His protectiveness over her, both as her father and lover, are on overdrive. He even hears a few guys, probably in their early twenties, say to each other, "Dude, you should give her your number!" "Dude! She's clearly on a date!" "Yeah, with some old fuck!" "C'mon man! Do it! We could bring her back to our place..." "Yeah, and have some

real

fun." "Yeah! Dude, just tell her you can give her the fuck she needs!" They all laugh with each other, high five each other, and bump fists.

Not that they were exactly whispering, but Rose does hear everything. As they reach the booth, Vincent reluctantly pulls his hand away from her back to gesture to her seat. Rose is about to sit, then shakes her and steps past him to the table of drunken frat boys. Vincent wants to stop her, but he also wants these guys to give him a reason to hit them. He keeps a protective watch over Rose as she gets to their table.

She comes up behind the one who made the comment about giving her the 'fuck she needs' and puts her hands on his shoulders. She leans down close to his ear, but speaks loud enough for his friends to hear, "I'm so sorry honey, but you must be

at least

seven inches to ride this ride. Two inches just won't cut it. Sorry!" She pats his shoulders in a patronizing manner, then heads back to her table.

The guys laugh at their friend, cover their mouths with their fists and say, "Oooh!", while their friend turns red from embarrassment.

After Rose sits on one side of the booth, Vincent sits opposite of her and looks at her puzzled. "What did you say to them, Baby Girl?"

"Nothing they wanted to hear, but didn't already know deep down," she smiles, then shifts the conversation. "Da-I mean, Vincent...can I ask a small favor?"

"Anything."

She lifts her leg and rests her ankle by his hip. "Would you mind undoing the strap on my heels? It's digging into my skin." She smirks.

"I can do that..." he says in a low, almost growl, as he takes her ankle in his hands. He opens the strap and runs one hand up her smooth calf while the other gently pulls her heel off, setting it on the floor. Rose licks her lips, then pulls her one leg back and gives him the other. He does the same to it, but holds onto her foot and rubs it. Even her feet are soft and smooth.

"Thank you. I love these shoes, but they do hurt after a while," she says. When he starts rubbing her foot she exhales happily. "Mmm, that feels nice..."

"You're welcome," he says as his hands move from her foot to calf. He so badly wants to kiss her ankle up to her calf, up to her thigh and finally to the place would spend all day if she'd let him, but he restrains himself...again.

Rose desperately, though she doesn't show it, wants him to keep going, but she knows she can't give in yet. "I shaved, like, three times to make sure I didn't miss anything."

"I can tell..." he leans forward enough to reach the back of her knee and give her a wicked smirk. She smiles and takes a sip of her drink. "Baby Girl...I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep teasing me like this."

Just as Rose is about to say something, the waiter comes up. She slowly withdraws her foot so he won't notice and sits up. After he takes their orders and leaves, Rose brings her right foot back up, but this time between his legs. Her foot lightly rubs his crotch and she can feel his erection straining against his clothes. He takes in a sharp intake of air as he feels her foot start to rub him through his pants. It's as if fire has shot through his body. He takes hold of her ankle and runs a hand up and down her calf.

"So, you like the dress, then?" she asks with a giggle.

He looks up at her, his eyes dark and filled with lust. He nods, unable to speak for a moment as the sensations continue, shooting straight to his groin. "I...love it.." His hand on her ankle starts to move higher up her leg, his fingers trailing along the skin, inching closer to her thigh.

"Daddy..." she slips up, but says it in such a soft whisper, only he hears. "I don't think I'm very hungry anymore...

At the sound of her saying that, he's pushed right to the edge. He slowly slips his hand all the way up to her thigh, his fingers gently moving against her soft skin. He looks into her eyes, noticing just how dilated her pupils are. He sees that her skin is flushed, and she's starting to breathe more heavily. A shiver runs through his body. He can tell by the way she's looking at him. She wants him just as badly as he wants her.

He leans forward a bit over the table to close some of the space between them. "Neither am I..." He looks her directly in the eye, not wanting to look away. He gently squeezes her thigh, his fingers moving along the inside.

Rose doesn't want him to lean further anymore and give them away. She pulls her foot away, then slides around the booth's corner to be beside him. She gently pulls the tablecloth over a little before she slowly hikes the skirt of her dress up. He puts his right arm around her shoulders. She takes his left hand and brings it between her legs. The moment her legs spread, his fingers move with fervor up to her pussy. His eyes widen when he feels her wet folds and not panties. He immediately starts rubbing her until her clit is soaked, then leans into her ear and whispers, "Baby Girl...you're killing me..." His breath is hot against her skin and sends shivers down her spine while his fingers send jolts of pleasure through her body.

"Daddy, can we go back to the hotel room?" she moans softly. "They'll kick us out if I do to you what I

really

want to do to you."

Vincent wants nothing more than to leave, fuck her in the elevator, then fuck her in the room until she's hoarse from screaming his name and can't walk straight, but he wants something even more right now. He grins wickedly at her and whispers, "Mmm, not yet Baby Girl...I think you need to be punished. Punished for not wearing panties..." He slides his middle finger inside her and feels her tense.

Rose bites her lips for a second before releasing them and struggling not to let her eyes roll back. Her breath is shaky and she has to actively tell herself not to buck against his hand. "Daddy..." she whispers in a moan.

"Shh..." Vincent says with his lips against her ear. "Daddy isn't done yet..." he slides another finger inside her and she has to swallow hard to stifle a whimper. "You are so fucking wet...you must want Daddy badly, don't you?"

"N-No...not want..." she looks at him. "

Need.

I

need

you, Daddy..."

"Oh yeah? You

need

Daddy? And what do you

need

-" he rubs her G-spot and feels her pussy and ass clench tightly, "from Daddy? Hm? You want Daddy to make you cum? Right here?" he asks before gently biting her earlobe. He's honestly shocked she is holding together so well. If she weren't so wet right now and clenching his fingers, he'd have trouble knowing if she was turned on. "Say it, Baby Girl...tell Daddy what you

need

." When he says 'need' he rubs her G-spot again.

Finally her face almost gives her away. For a brief moment, it contorts like she's struggling to maintain composure. Her lips quiver and purse, her eyes crinkle, and she gives him a pleading look. "Make me cum, Daddy..."

"Say...

please

," he presses his thumb to her clit and she whimpers sharply, but forces a giggle to try and cover it. When no one seems to notice, he tells her again, only this time he starts rubbing her clit. "Say please, Baby Girl...and Daddy will let you cum..."

"P...Please..." she begs, "make me cum, Daddy..." Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Good girl," he says as he kisses her and pulls his fingers out.

She shudders and softly pants. "Daddy?" she asks with a confused look.

Vincent doesn't say anything. He just smirks, then brings his hand up and locks eyes with her as he sucks her juices off his fingers. He gives her a wicked smirk, holds her chin with that same hand, then kisses her deeply. She can feel his wet fingers against her skin and smell her pussy on his fingers. She can taste herself on his tongue and it only arouses her more. When the kiss breaks he keeps his eyes low, gives her a quick peck, then sits up and signals the waiter.

"Yes, sir?" the waiter asks.

"Can we actually get our order to-go?" Vincent asks.

"Of course, sir," the waiter smiles. "I was actually about to bring it out, so I will be right back with that and your check."

"Thank you, sir." Vincent turns back to Rose. "Put your shoes on, Baby Girl." He leans back close to her ear and whispers, "Be a good girl and Daddy will make you cum..." His hand quickly darts between her legs and he runs his finger up her slit and flicks her clit gently.

"Mmph!" Rose bites her tongue and whimpers softly, but she smiles and nods. "Yes, Daddy."