Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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.”