Dietrich #2
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.
“You know how to follow, Jamie. Your body instinctively knows what I want. Can’t wait to put that to the test again later. You’ve been a perfect student so far, learning all about the birds and the bees and things grownups do in the dark.”
With every step and sway, I let the world fade into a fuzzy filter around us. I’ve never fucking danced like this before. I remember my grandmother teaching me to waltz in her tiny apartment, where my mother and father would drop me off when they’d take off for a sleazy bar or God knows where.
This is the simplest pleasure I’ve ever allowed myself. Thoughts of those ocean breezes and breeding this perfection of a girl come back to me in a wave.
I’m holding my future in my arms.
Over the years, I’ve been in the hands of death more times than I can count, but nothing has made me feel more alive than this simple dance with Hannah Wesley.
In the span of a few hours, this little girl has taught me that love is a real feeling and it’s re-building me from the inside out.
“So, you know your cunt is going to welcome me soon, like smooth cream into hot coffee.”
She snorts, a hand flying to her face to cover her mouth before letting it go. “Which one am I? The cream or the coffee?”
She laughs, and so do I, her brown eyes widening as her freckles dance on her warm cheeks.
“Now, that’s a laugh, Daddy.”
I don’t fight it. I nod and enjoy the moment before changing the subject.
“What made you want to be an actress?”
“I don’t know,” she exhales that warm, bubble gum sweet breath into my chin. “I mean, my sister helped, but it wasn’t really that. It was…” She shakes her head. “It feels a little pathetic.”
“Nothing about you is pathetic.” I brush my hand across the width of her back, tapping my fingers over her ass where the plug is. “I promise I won’t judge.”
“Brigid and I were left to ourselves most of our lives. We were always trying to make the house look better. Moving things around, decorating. Watching HGTV and movies became our escape. It gave me a way to live lives that were better than my own. Or at least more exciting, in ways that didn’t feel so dark and overwhelming.
My parents met at an audition. They both had dreams of fame but that didn’t pan out.
I think Dad hopes one of us will strike gold with our acting.
Or, truthfully, he thinks Brigid will strike gold. ”
My heart breaks, but her story only makes me more determined to make those big dreams of hers a reality. She will never feel second best again.
“Well, from what I’ve seen so far, you’d be a clean sweep for an Oscar. You aren’t just acting when it comes to us, are you? You are my daughter.”
“It helps to have such a talented leading man,” she says, her eyes lingering on mine. “Or, should I say, leading Daddy…”
“The latter. You call me daddy. No matter who’s around. And yes, I am your leading man and you have no idea just how talented I can be.”
She lowers her gaze, her chest rising and falling as I scan the eyes around us, jealousy boiling in my blood for any man that’s looking her way.
Luckily for them, they’re not.