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“I’ll get dressed,” I murmur, my hands shaking as they settle on his forearms.
“Yes, but first, I have something for you.”
I turn as he steps away, unzips his suitcase and pulls out a lavender satin box with a thin white silk bow. He steps toward me and stalls me with his gaze as he holds it forward.
“For tonight,” he says with a twitch of his left brow, drawing my gaze to those blue eyes that could do battle with any spring sky.
When he flips open the lid, the last of my power to stand is lost. Luckily, he’s there to catch me as he chuckles, sitting me on the sofa, the plug in my rear distracting me while he secures the diamond and ruby choker around my neck.
“Perfect. Daddy’s little girl is going to look so grown up tonight. Now, go get dressed. We have work to do.”
chapterseven
Dietrich
With a deep satisfaction,I watch as Hannah scurries away into the bedroom, her round ass jiggling as she goes. I click the remote and listen to her yelp as the plug pulses inside her ass which gives me an oddly warm feeling of satisfaction.
I’m with you even when I’m not, baby.
I can’t wait to see her in that dress. I picked it out myself and paid double the price to make sure they altered it to fit her exact measurements.
I’m salivating at the thought of it, shredded and strewn across the bedroom floor.
Hannah may think this is only for the weekend, and I’m not going to spoil that fun. I like the idea of a time limit, of having to cram a lifetime into a couple of days. But the truth is, I can’t let her go. Not on Monday and not ever.
She’s mine, now and forever.
My phone vibrates and I pull it out on a huff, gritting my teeth. It’s fucking Denny. I walk toward the window where my bag is sitting on a chair and answer.
“What?”
“H-Hi, Hawk. I’m just calling to see how things are going.”
“They are going fine.”
He stammers and mutters something I don’t bother to decipher. Then he clears his throat and tries again. “It’s just… I really want to make sure that she’s doing a good job. That you’re happy with her. And… and of course thatshe’salright.”
“She still has a phone, Denny. You can check in to see how she’s doing. If she’s not answering you, then I take it she’s busy or doesn’t want to talk to you. She’s not a hostage here.”
Well, if she tries to leave she will be, but he doesn’t need to know that. Denny sighs and starts again as I groan.
“I just want to be sure—” he stutters.
It’s annoying the fuck out of me. I abhor weakness.
“Just say what you need to say.” I step toward the bedroom, easing open the door a few inches, noting the four posts on the bed.
Perfect for tying Hannah up while I convince my sweet daughter that Daddy has needs.
“Just—” He’s still fucking talking and saying nothing.
The bedding will need to go. I want white sheets only. When I tear into that cherry of hers, I’m sure there will be blood and I’m going to cut out that evidence of the moment I make her mine and carry it around in my pocket for the rest of my fucking life.
The moment I claimed mydaughteras my own.
Fatherhood is beginning to grow on me.
Maybe I was cut out for being a dad…except what I have in mind involves a lot of deep dicking and teaching my little princess what good girls do in the night when Daddy comes in to read them their bedtime story.
