Hannah
Images of leg sweeps and MMA moves make my shoulders tense as not only Maaaaaargaret but a few other of the cougars in the crowd eye up my Daddy.
I played my part to perfection, standing there while Margaret introduced Dietrich to a gaggle of old white guys who entertained her with just enough attention to make her feel part of the crowd.
But I’ve not been out of high school long.
I know when the popular crowd is just using someone as a means an end.
What that end is, I’m not sure, and I don’t care.
I probably should, but I’m lust dumb with Dietrich so close, and all I can think about is when we can be alone again.
I wander off for a few minutes, not far enough that Dietrich needs to follow, but far enough that they can talk about whatever big money deal is so important a man needs to hire a girl to be his fake daughter.
How that fits in, I’m still not sure, but again, I find myself not caring about much besides this new man that has me spreading my legs and taking inflatable plugs up my ass.
Which, by the way, he’s been inflating a little at a time throughout the evening at the most inopportune times.
He has a sadistic streak, but it’s difficult to ignore the fact that I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm from both the physical sensation of what’s inside my rear end and also the power play it’s creating between us.
I know I’m half in love with him already, ridiculous as that sounds. I know my heart’s in danger but there’s a pin prick of hope that’s guiding me towards an unknown outcome that could be everything I’ve ever wished for.
When I look back, Dietrich is exchanging words with Jeremy, who eventually tosses me a grin and wanders off, whistling again, and I fight the urge to flip him the bird.
Dietrich crooks his finger toward me with a half nod, stepping toward the open glass doors that lead to an outdoor dance floor and into the darker back lawn of the estate.
I follow without hesitation.
We casually stroll through the crowds of partygoers and finally step out into the night air. Vegas cools down quickly once the sun sets, and I instinctively cross my arms over my chest to hide the pinpoints of my nips pushing out on my dress.
“Don’t cover up. Not when you are with me.” Dietrich pulls my arms down as he walks us toward a path out to the dimly lit gardens and gazebo.
A heat dares to come over my cheeks and I shrug, clearing my throat. “I don’t think my dad would quite like if everyone at this party saw my goodies.”
The weight of his hand on the base of my neck makes me shudder as he says, “I think Daddy wouldn’t mind everyone seeing what they can’t have. Because she is his.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as my insides flutter and pulse. It shouldn’t be so hot to play into this daddy/daughter taboo. But with him, I want to fan the flames just as high as they can go before they consume us both.
“So, can I ask you a Hannah and Dietrich sort of question, Daddy?” I know I’m not supposed to know anything about him, but we are playing our parts, so he can lie if he so chooses.
He nods, so I continue. “Do you live here in Vegas? I heard Uncle Greg say something about you flying in the other day.”
“I live everywhere. And nowhere. No roots. I am not sure I’ve found a place to call home yet.”
It stirs something sad deep inside and I want to do something to make him feel better. Nurture him, give him something that feels like home.
But as I open my mouth, I realize I don’t think I really have somewhere I feel is like home myself. I have Brigid, she feels like home. And all my rescue animals. But the structure where we live? Not so much.
“I hope you find it soon,” I tell him, pulling my lips into a line.
“I think it’s closer than ever before.”
My heart flutters and I beat back the notion of romantic and real-life things to come for us.
With cheeks bright red, I turn my attention to the vast green lawn.
There are spherical lights strategically placed along the paths and shrubbery, with draped cloth and ribbon acting as guides to keep people off the grass.
And the lake has lights floating along the surface.
It’s gorgeous, especially with the backdrop of a clear night sky and the tips of the Red Rock mountains in the distance.
We are too close to the city for there to be many stars, the bright lights of casinos and entertainment venues blocking out all but the brightest specks in the night sky.
“Margaret did a great job planning the party,” I comment as we stroll along.
“I suppose if she does anything well, it’s set a mood,” he quips.
“Oh?” My jealousy sparks, no matter how I try to push it down. “Have some personal experience of her mood setting?”
“Would that be a problem, little one?” he coos, his fingers daring to sift through the loose strands of my hair at the nape of my neck.
“Maybe,” I mumble.
“Are you envious of women in Daddy’s life?”
My body temperature continues to rise as our taboo play returns.
“Doesn’t every little girl want to be the only woman in Daddy’s life?”
A smile creeps across his sexy lips and melts me. The moon catches on the gray in his hair making it flicker with silver light. “Then it shall be so,” he grumbles, putting his hand to his chest. “I swear it, baby. You are the only woman in my life.”
Dietrich offers me his hand, as we reach the gazebo next to the lake.
I let him steady me as I step up onto the wooden structure.
His hands loop around my waist as he spins me to face him.
And when he pulls me close, I feel the thick erection throbbing against my hip as we start to sway to the music wafting out of the estate.
A smattering of other guests walk the grounds as well, darting glances our way, but none seem intent on joining us. Thank God.
I melt against Dietrich and follow his lead without question.
The way he’s staring into my eyes makes me question everything I’ve ever known about men, courting and love.
All my life, with no better example than my own parents, I thought relationships were just hard work with no reward.
They take blood, sweat, and tears to even look like they’re functioning properly.
Even on your best day, they can find ways to make you want to choke the life out of them.
And yet, in the reflections of Dietrich’s eyes, I know with him it would be as easy as breathing.
Hold onto yourself there, Hannah. Remember you are both acting and you are getting lost in it all.
A fly buzzes around Dietrich’s head and his demeanor turns hard as one of his hands darts out, grabbing the fly then smashing it against one of the wooden posts. “Sorry, I hate flies.”
“I see. Anything about them in particular? They’re annoying but you seem to have a particular vengeance when it comes to them.”
“It’s nothing. Ugly past memory.”
There’s a ripple in his cool mask and suddenly I see him as a little boy. He’s got a past and I’m betting there’s a whole lotta darkness there.
“I’d like to know. It’s okay for Daddies to tell things too. It might help.”
He holds me against him taking a long breath as his cheek rests against the side of my head.
After a long moment, he starts in a low voice next to my ear, “When I was young, my neighbor had a dog. Just a mutt he kept tied out on a line in the back yard. I used to feed it my dinner scraps. Make sure it had water. Played with him through the fence. The neighbor didn’t take care of him.
So one night, I decided I was going to get him out of there.
Where I was going to take him, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I couldn’t listen to him yelp and scream when he was being pummeled by my piece of shit neighbor.
I waited until late one night then snuck into the yard under the fence.
Normally the dog was right there, wagging his tail and jumping up when he saw me.
Not this night. I followed the flies to his doghouse. I was too late.”
“Jesus. That’s horrible. I’m so sorry.”
He nods, straightening his spine. “His owner was sorry too once I got ahold of him. But, that’s a story for another time baby.
I don’t want to ruin the night.” His body softens as the music reaches a crescendo as our bodies sway to the beat of the distant music, but with each measure we press tighter into one another.
I can feel his erection pressing into my hip, and he allows a hand to drift between us, pinching one of my nipples through the dress.
I flinch and gasp.
I’m soaking wet, and the object in my ass has me constantly on the edge of orgasm.
As the pace of the music speeds, we are practically dry humping instead of dancing, the scent of his cologne and the hint of alcohol on his warm breath intoxicating to the point where I’m willing to do anything he asks.
I feel every micro-inch of his hardness as we move together. It’s a lead pipe rasping against me as our bodies finish moving to the end of the song.
Before the next one can start, Dietrich’s soft touch turns hard as he presses me against the railing of the gazebo, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Grab the railing and be still.”
I draw an open-mouthed breath, gripping the wooden surround as I face the enchanting glow of lanterns floating on the lake.
A shiver rolls through my body as the fabric of my dress slides up the backs of my legs until cool air dimples the flesh on my bare butt and I hiss and wince when Dietrich gives the plug in my ass another pump full of air.
“Oww.” I say, turning to give him a pout. “It’s getting pretty big.”
I whimper, glancing around, wondering if anyone can see the bare flesh of the back of my body in the dusky light.
“Everything I do has a purpose, you need to remember that,” he murmurs.
I wriggle backward, taunting him. “And, what would be the purpose of an inflatable butt plug at a party, Daddy? It’s not like anyone else would know you’re controlling me with a pump of air inside my rear end.”
“You’re about to find out.”