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“I’m going to slide out now, baby,” I grunt between heaving breaths. “You’ll feel all that yummy Daddy cream coming out of you, but that’s how I want it. Then, I’ll take you back to our room, your legs all slippery and sticky with your cum and mine. Then, I’ll give you a nice bath and take care of that brave little back door of yours. Now, I’ll count to three, then I’ll pull out. Get ready and count with me…”
“One.” She whispers with me.
“Two.” Our voices stronger together now.
“Three.”
Ahhh, my cock sighs. Both of us already planning what’s next.
White sheets. Virgin daughter. Obsessed Daddy.
It’s cherry popping time.
chapterten
Dietrich
I just enjoyedmy 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.
