Dietrich
Ijust enjoyed my first bubble bath. Fuck it all, this girl will have me painting her fucking nails and dressing up for a princess tea party if I’m not careful.
I’d never tell anyone, but I’d do it. For her. All of it.
I took care of her with a bath, making sure her ass wasn’t harmed in its virgin voyage, but seeing her in those bubbles all alone, pouting for me to join her, was more than I could stand.
So, before I knew it, I was stripped down and sinking into the warm water with Hannah against my chest, my fingers in her pussy making her beg for Daddy to give her relief.
Which I did. Three times.
She was nearly unconscious from all the endorphins and the drop after, so I slipped her into one of my dress shirts and tucked her into the bed for some rest. I made sure she drank two bottles of water, took the B12 and other vitamins I sent to her house, then slipped out to get back to business.
Get this deal fucking done by whatever means necessary.
That’s playing on repeat inside my head as I take the curved staircase down to the main salon where the drinking and deal making is happening. The sounds of the orchestra and the main event have died down, but this is the time where things are sealed with handshakes and bourbon.
Through all my years in the game it's never been for anything but selfish reasons: Myself, the money and of course the excitement. Then I decided to grow a fucking conscience, and that’s when I get myself in over my head.
And even that wouldn’t bother me, but now I have something I care about. The girl I just put into a bubble bath and sang to, then tucked her into bed, came all over her tits and her face, then tore myself away to deal with business has settled a new, dark fist in my gut.
If Zeneli found out about Hannah, she would be used against me, of that I’m fucking sure. But it’s not just Zeneli. I’ve made plenty of other enemies over the years that may feel the need to dance back into my life for a little crudité of revenge.
I knew the moment my cock was in her ass she would be mine forever. What says perfect more than a girl that will take a hard one into her virgin back door out in the open where people might see?
Nothing, that’s what.
My foot hits the marble floor off the last step when Denny is texting me again. I only tolerate his nagging because he’s her father and she has some familial connection to him. Same with her sister, Brigid. They’re my family now, and I protect what’s mine.
Denny: Hannah can have a temper. Just if you need to put her in her place, it’s okay. Do what you need to do with her.
Fuck. If he only knew. But, as much as I want to try to care about him because he’s Hannah’s father, what the fuck? This guy texts a stranger who has his daughter at an unknown location that he approves of me doing whatever I want to her? He’s a fucktard of the highest degree.
Me: I can appreciate you’re anxious about this, Denny, but you have to trust that I’ve got this. Everything is going to work out.
I’ll make sure whatever debt he has going on is square, because if it isn’t that will affect Hannah, and I’m not about to let anything hurt her. Then, I’ll pay him to get the fuck out of her life or give him a second option that’s not nearly as pleasant for him.
Money isn’t a problem for me. I offered the Albanians ten million to smooth over our little disagreement.
Zeneli didn’t want it. He wanted to play with the big boys in a more legitimate way.
He wants to be part of the popular crowd.
The old white guy’s club. Fucking ego. It will be his downfall but that’s not my problem.
Hannah is.
Margaret is all fluttery hands and come-hither eyes as I tuck my phone away and walk through the entry to a wood paneled room with a coffered ceiling and a long bar set up across the back. I recognize some of the men with her from earlier but there’s only one I want to meet.
William Glover.
He’s the brains behind the new casino complex, with Margaret’s money behind him. He’s got enough politicians in his pocket to make anything he wants happen.
“Bill Glover?” I ask, nodding to everyone else but letting him know they are all secondary. “Margaret speaks very highly of you. You’re the man to talk to if I want to get things done in this city.” I pause as we finish our handshake, and gesture to Margaret. “She’s quite something, isn’t she?”
That earns me a blushing smile. She’s so fucking easy.
Glover nods on a swallow of his whiskey, and from the slight curve of his lips, he knows I’m blowing blazing Vegas sunshine up Margaret’s ass.
And he approves.
“She certainly is. Margaret says you are the man to meet to put something together that will solve our staffing issues and reduce our human resources obligations by half. Over ten years…that will make us all rich.” He smiles.
“Who am I kidding? We’re already rich. Richer.
That’s always the goal, isn’t it? Keep the money where it belongs.
” He chuckles like only rich old white guys do, like life is just a game and keeping everyone else from playing is the ultimate score.
I nod and launch into inconsequential bullshit. Give, give, give, then ask. Sales 101.
I laugh at every lame joke, ask questions, get them another drink, then another. I ask more questions, reading more into what they don’t say than what they do. Then, I ignore them.
I say nothing.
First one to speak loses.
Lather, rinse, repeat. It’s patience that takes home the trophy.
Within an hour, Bill would eat out of a dog food bowl if I told him to.
I assure him my connections will solve his staffing problems. I have him on the hook, and now, it’s time to leave him hanging without mentioning the specific details of the deal that will save my life.
That’s a calculated risk, and one I have to take. Never act like you need them, that’s the first rule of the con.
The second rule is, never leave when someone is ready to shove money at you. But tonight, those hard and fast rules of the past are watered down whiskey. The top shelf straight shot is waiting for me upstairs.
I’ve laid a foundation and my instincts tell me, walking away now is the move to make. Make them want what you have, then make them think they can’t have it.
Hannah is the deal I need to bring home tonight.
I’m obsessed with how she smiled when I relieved myself all over her tits and her nose like I’d just delivered ten dozen roses.
Taking her ass like that, out in the open and before I claimed her virginity, might have been harsh, but that little girl makes me lose my mind.
I know her pussy is going to change my life forever. My vision of stretching her rookie baby maker full of my dick on those white sheets can’t wait any longer. I’m addicted and I already know that hot pink playground is going to rule me every fucking day from now until they put me in a box.
I shoot her a quick text as I exit the ballroom.
Me: You being a good girl? I’m on my way to feed you another round of Daddy’s special cream in that special spot that tingles when I give it kisses. It’s cherry popping time, baby.
She doesn’t answer
The last ten steps to the door of our suite feel like an eternity. Turning the knob, I’m greeted with another gift.
And this gift nearly doubles me over.
“Hi.” Her sweet voice wraps around my heart and tugs.
She gives me that girl-next-door smile while standing by the window, wearing the black lace garter belt and lace topped stockings that were part of the wardrobe I sent her. But the cherry on top? She’s got her hair in two high pigtails while she sucks on a round, red lollipop.
“Where’d you get that?” I nod toward the candy on a stick she’s wrapping her tongue around and my cock hardens into the density of petrified oak.
She shrugs. “Maaaaaargaret said if we needed anything just to call down on that phone.”
She bobs her head toward the desk, her blonde pigtails bouncing around her face.
“And you asked for a lollipop?” I advance through the room, raking a hand over my face.
“Cherry lollipop.”
I raise my brows. “That’s going to be the only cherry left in this room very soon.”
I steady a shaking breath, fighting the urge to obliterate this sweet, beautiful girl with my hands and my obsessed hard on.
I enjoy the expanse of bare flesh on display for a few beats, letting the decadent fantasies play out before I trust myself to step her way, double locking the door behind me.
“How was work, Daddy?” she asks, crinkling her nose and twisting her toe into the floor.
She’s an angel sent from heaven, probably to judge me for my sins.
There are a multitude to choose from, and I’m about to commit another.
I close the space between us, the heat palpable as I approach. As soon as I’m close enough I glance my fingers over her bare shoulder, pushing her hair behind her ear and reveling in the way she shivers but does not withdraw.
“I thought you looked divine in that dress tonight, but…” I lick my lips. “You look better without it.”
I tilt back her head to look into her eyes, and brush my thumb across her cheek, taking a moment to memorize the delicate bones beneath her skin as I count a few more of her freckles. Then I pull her close, crushing my mouth to hers without giving her any out.
“How’s my little girl’s ass feeling?”
“Feels like someone warmed up a ten-inch sausage inside it. It will live to serve another day. Just hopefully, not today.”
A throaty chuckle surprises me as it climbs up my throat. “No more ass sausage today, baby. I may use you, I may make you sore, but I will always keep you safe. Your pussy is going to give me a sweet gift tonight.”
Hannah runs her fingers along the top of her tits, then twists them on the end of one of her pigtails, feigning deep thought. “You mean a gift like something that rhymes with…hairy?”