Daddy was ready now. He threw the wand aside, gripped her waist in his strong hands, and thrust upward like a man possessed.
She saw his face contort, his eyes burning, and knew what was coming. A moment later, his hot seed rocketed into her womb.
Trixie came again before collapsing into a heap on top of Daddy.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she stayed awake after that. But she was out cold and had to be roused for dinner.
And when they went down to join the others in the dining room, she was positively famished.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The lights of Vegas were mesmerizing for John as he sat in the back of limo, with Trixie, Isaiah, Kendrick, and Harrison Trent.
Ace was driving, and the glass partition that separated the front seat from the long rest of the vehicle was down, so the conversation could flow freely. No one said much, though, as they crawled along the Strip.
Out the window, John saw throngs of tourists walking along. Some held long, bong-like glasses of some alcoholic concoction or another. Many just walked, as if mindlessly going from one casino to the next. Others stopped to take pictures in front of the famed Bellagio fountains.
“Hey, I know this isn’t a sightseeing trip,” he said after a few moments, “but I want to make sure and see the Treasure Island pirate show before I get out of town.”
“Daddy, that’s been gone a long time,” Trixie replied.
“What? Seriously?”
He looked away from the window and to the beautiful woman who sat beside him. She nodded.
“Since when?” he asked.
“Like over ten years.”
“Oh.” He laughed. “I’m way behind the times when it comes to Vegas.”
They rode in silence for another few minutes, but during that time the limo didn’t cover much ground.
“This might be slower than L.A. traffic,” Ace noted.
“Might be a good time for us to go over the plan again,” Harrison Trent suggested.
He was sitting across from John and Trixie, casually looking out the window.
“Not a bad idea,” Isaiah noted. “We sort of put this thing together fast.”
“Yeah, I definitely need to go over it all again,” Trixie said. “You know how my brain can be.”
“Your brain, little girl, is just fine,” John said, giving her a kiss on the side of her head.
He’d noticed she had a pattern of negative talk. His Little girl needed to understand that she was perfect just the way she was. That would be something they’d work on moving forward.
All in good time.
The most important thing right now was getting a hold of her evidence and getting it to the authorities.
“Here’s the rundown,” Ace called back from behind the wheel. “Big-time movie star Harrison Trent is in town. Not strange. Celebrities come to Vegas all the time.”
“And stay in a penthouse suite just like we’ve rented,” Harrison commented.
“Exactly,” Ace said. “And Miss Trixie is your personal assistant, while Isaiah and John are your security detail. I’m your driver, of course. Just a typical celebrity entourage.”
Harrison chuckled. “Man, I never knew I was supposed to have an entourage. I’ve missed out.”
