Page 18 of Let's Play Pretend

Pleasured waves drown me as my release drips down my legs and everything feels unreal. I’m so high I imagine sitting at the top of the sky needle that I’ve watched out the window of my bedroom every night. I bolt farther upward as Dietrich whispers vile, wicked things in my ear. Cursing and pinching me through the onslaught of emotions and sensations.

His fingers focus on the button of pleasure, pulling more, more, more out of me until I’m spent and boneless, slumping against the slick leather seat, wetness streaming out of me as he laps at my neck.

As I come down, my throat feels raw and my body sore and wrung out. But I also feel safe and cared for, in a strange and lustful way.

“That’s Daddy’s girl. You took your first lesson so well. Makes me proud. Now, here, open your mouth…”

From below, his fingers appear glistening and webbed with my juices as he pushes them past my lips, feeding me the savory flavor of my pleasure.

As his fingers depart, his lips move in, joining me in the taste of what my new father has created.

I’m re-born as Jamie. Rebellious, sinful, naïve but willing.

A voice through the intercom interrupts, announcing our approach to our destination.

“Let’s put you back together, little one.” Dietrich pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and sweeps it up and down my legs, then eases my panties back into place, organizes my breasts into my bra, fixes my dress and even licks his palm and smooths down my hair. “There we go. Ready for polite society once again.”

He folds the white handkerchief, then holds it to his nose on a long inhale before securing it back inside his jacket pocket.

I straighten in my seat as the driver turns the Mercedes toward a security shack at the entry of a wide street with high driveway gates and houses so far back, I catch only glimpses of terra-cotta roofs and the tops of palm trees. The driver announces our destination is ahead on the right and the knots in my belly tighten.

It’s not just the houses and the wealth, or the titillating unknown of playing the part of his daughter.

It’s this other game we seem to be playing. One for which I am completely unprepared.

chapterfive

Hannah

Dietrich shiftsback in his seat as we make our final approach to our destination, his gaze lingering on me as he traces his tongue across his bottom lip.

“I’ve tasted many delicacies in my life, but you, baby, are by far the sweetest. I’m losing my mind thinking of how good you will taste when I get to drink straight from the tap.”

I swallow the gathering saliva under my tongue as the flavor of my orgasm and his kiss lingers in my mouth.

Heat licks its way down my chest and across my cheeks as I remind myself yet again I’m playing a part.

The mind-numbing climax he pulled out of me while indulging in what I know is dark, incest sort of play has me buzzing and questioning how things will escalate from here.

Seems Jamie’s got no issues walking on the dark side.

The phone Dietrich gave me to use for the weekend buzzes and he nods toward the sound.

“Go ahead,” he says, and why I look to him for permission I’m not sure, but knowing he gives it, somehow doses me with a hit of dopamine.

It’s Brigid texting. I programmed her number into the phone when I got it, and it’s one of only three.

Daddy.

Sis.

And Denny. Not Dad. It wouldn’t do for someone to find that and start asking questions.

Sis: Don’t forget to light me up with an ‘I’m okay’ message every few hours. I’ll be mad crazed if you don’t, so…if you don’t want me emptying the last of the Cherry Garcia…

Me: Aye, aye, Captain. I’m doing…fine and you’ve been Garcia clean for a month. A day at a time, sis, a day at a time.

Sis: lol, righto matey. Oscar misses you, he bit dad on the butt when he didn’t bother to check the sofa before he sat down.

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