Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Fuck the charity, fuck the guests, fuck Margaret.
Well, not really fuck Margaret. I’d rather my dick fell off.
Eventually the door opens and Hannah’s decadent teenage body stands in the doorway.
Her eyes linger on my crotch before snapping to my face. It's only now, in the fading light from the large window, I notice the faint ring of gold around her brown irises.
And just as I suspected, the dress I bought for her looks as though it were tailored with her in the room. It’s satin, with an elegant v-neckline and thin straps over her shoulders, and it hugs every gentle curve before falling from her thighs downward.
She’s offset the light purple with a plum lipstick that begs to be smeared across her blushing cheeks, sullied by my cock pressing into the depths of her velvety throat. I look past her into the room at the bed, and grip the door frame with restraint as I fight every instinct within me not to push her onto it and fuck her.
“Ready, babygirl?” I grit out, letting a glimmer of flirtation slip into my voice as I offer her my arm.
“Yes, Daddy,” she fires back without missing a beat.
I reach into my jacket pocket and click the button on the remote pen, inflating the plug for a second and watching her body tense as her plump lips fall open.
“Don’t forget, I’m always inside you.”
She shakes her head on a grin as we make our way out of the suite and toward the stairs. From below, the rumbling sounds of a party coming to life drift upward. As we saunter into the forming crowds, I take in the angel next to me. She’s breathtaking.
She deserves a life of luxury.
I can make that happen for her. If she’ll let me.
A waiter stands in front of us, holding a tray of crystal champagne flutes bubbling with golden liquid.
“Champagne?” he asks with a bow of his head, but I catch the way his eyes dance down Hannah’s curves.
She doesn’t notice. But I do. Fucker.
“Can I?” Hannah asks, deferring to me. It lights up parts of me long frozen in darkness.
I nod, taking two glasses and dismissing the waiter with a glare. As I hand her a glass, I brush my lips on her ear. “A little celebration of you learning how to still look cute while you take Daddy’s cock down your throat?”
I glance my tongue along the shell of her ear when I hear the screech.
“Dietrich, darling!”
Fucking Maaaaaargaret.
She places a hand on my shoulder and flashes me a pearly, painted red smile. “Dietrich, darling, you must come dance with me. I saw you come in and requested my favorite waltz.”
“Later,” I say, working to keep from grinding my molars together as I rest my hand just above Hannah’s ass. "I’m not going to leave my daughter in the company of so many strangers."
“I see…” Margaret eyes us both before straightening her posture and nodding once. “Very well. I respect your duties as a father. But know you can’t ignore me all night!”
She adds a wink at the end, then flutters away, waving to someone else. I almost kick her in her skinny ass to get her gone faster.
She’s not that smart, but she’s fucking rich. She’s fronting about half of the money for the new casino, so with her on board, the other investors will fall in line or risk losing her backing.
The orchestra starts the next song as the room begins to bustle and prickle with the energy reserved for rich people pretending they’re here to actually give back and not just have a huge, mutual circle jerk.
With a shake of my head, I lean in close to Hannah. “Time to dance with Daddy.”
"I… I don't dance," she stammers as I lead her toward the floor, where other couples are swaying and moving around on the parquet floor.
“Really? Well, you’ll have to get over that.”
She narrows her eyes. “Why?”
“When you’re up for roles in musicals, what are you going to say? I don’t dance?”
“I…” She sighs. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be up for roles in musicals. Or anything else. Brigid is the actress, I’m just—”
“Perfect,” I tell her. “What you are, is perfect. And if I have anything to do with it, your name will be up in lights in no time.”
“If you have anything to do with it?”
I pull her against me, leaving no doubt the effect she’s having on me as my cock presses up between us.
"I’ll move fucking mountains to make your dreams come true, baby." I squeeze her tiny, warm hand, adding pressure to the one that’s resting on the small of her back. “Just follow me and relax. No one exists in this world but you and me."
She is out of her element, but I see and feel her relaxing as I guide her body with mine.