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Get a hold of yourself, I tell my silent reflection in the window. You’ve spent a handful of hours together and you’re ready to buy the farm with this girl.
I let the warm liquid burn down my throat, then set the empty glass aside and psych myself up for an evening of frustration as I watch her, knowing we’re playing these parts. The stakes have multiplied. I have to make this work. I need my freedom.
Hold on to Dietrich Belotti just a little longer. This is business.
I take a deep breath, distracted by the steel-hard erection pressing against the seams of my underwear. I wait until the shower is off, keeping my polite position by the window until I can’t stand it another second.
I stomp to the door, rapping my knuckles twice. “I want to see my little girl in that dress. I’m getting impatient.”
“Okay, just a second,” she answers.
I could barrel in. But I want a whole visual moment of her going from little girl to pretty woman.
The anticipation sends a jolt of excitement through my already stiff cock as I wait, wondering what I’d do if I walked in on her right now.
Fuck the charity, fuck the guests, fuck Margaret.
Well, not reallyfuckMargaret. 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!”
FuckingMaaaaaargaret.
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.”
