Playing with Fire

Chapter 4: Playing with Fire

That hidden photo should have made me run. Instead, it made me want him even more.

The next evening the three of us headed to an exclusive beach party hosted by one of John’s business associates. The place was packed with rich locals, pulsing music, and fire dancers lighting up the sand. I wore a tiny black dress that hugged every curve and barely covered my ass. I knew John would hate it. That was the point.

Mia grabbed my hand as soon as we arrived. “This is going to be insane! Let’s get drinks.”

We danced for a while, laughing and moving to the music. Then a tall, handsome local guy named Diego came over. He had a bright smile, nice arms, and zero shame.

“You must be the most beautiful girl here tonight,” he said, leaning in close. “I’m Diego. Dance with me?”

I felt John’s eyes on us from across the fire pit before I even answered. “Sure, why not,” I replied with a flirty smile.

Diego pulled me toward the dance floor. His hands settled on my hips as we moved together. “You here with family?” he asked.

“Best friend and her dad,” I said, glancing over to where John stood watching us with a dark expression.

Diego chuckled. “Her dad looks like he wants to kill me. You single?”

“Very single,” I lied, pressing a little closer just to test the waters.

We danced through two songs. Diego was charming and funny, whispering compliments in my ear. I laughed at his jokes, letting him spin me around. Every time I looked back, John’s stare grew hotter.

Finally Mia pulled me aside for another drink. “Diego is so into you! You should go for it.”

Before I could respond, John appeared beside us, his presence commanding. “Liana. Can I speak with you for a moment?”

Mia raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay, Dad?”

“Just business talk,” he said smoothly. “Won’t take long.”

He took my arm and led me away from the crowd, down a dimly lit path toward the private cabanas. The moment we were out of sight, he pushed me inside one and closed the flap.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, backing me against the cushioned wall.

I looked up at him innocently. “Dancing, Daddy. Is that a problem?”

His hand gripped my chin. “You let that boy put his hands all over you. Grinding against him like a little tease. You belong to me now. Do you understand?”

The possessiveness in his voice sent heat straight between my legs. “Then prove it,” I whispered. “Show me who I belong to.”

John kissed me hard, almost angrily, his tongue claiming my mouth. But the party was too crowded and Mia was nearby, so he pulled back with a frustrated groan. “Not here. Tonight. My office at the villa after everyone’s asleep.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.

The rest of the party dragged. Diego tried talking to me again but I kept my distance. John barely spoke, his jealousy simmering under the surface. By the time we got back to the estate, Mia was tired and tipsy. She hugged us both goodnight and disappeared into her room.

I waited thirty minutes, then crept through the dark house toward John’s private office on the upper floor. The door was slightly open. I slipped inside.

John was waiting, leaning against his desk in just sweatpants. The second I closed the door he was on me.

“You drove me fucking crazy tonight,” he said, lifting me onto his desk and spreading my legs. “Letting another man touch what’s mine.”

“He didn’t touch me like this, Daddy,” I moaned as his hand slid up my thigh and under my dress. “No one touches me like you do.”

He yanked my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties aside. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours, Daddy. All yours.”

John dropped to his knees, shoved my legs wider, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue licked long strokes over my wet pussy, sucking on my clit until I was shaking.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, gripping his hair. “That feels so good. Eat my pussy, Daddy. Please.”

He groaned against me, licking and sucking harder, two thick fingers sliding deep inside me. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. The pleasure built fast and intense until I came hard on his tongue, thighs trembling around his head.

Before I could catch my breath, he stood up, pushed his sweatpants down, and freed his thick cock. It was rock hard, veins pulsing, the head already leaking.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I bent over the desk, ass up. John didn’t wait. He rubbed his cock along my soaked pussy then slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

He clamped a hand over my mouth and started fucking me hard, deep, and fast. The desk creaked under us with every powerful stroke.

“This tight little pussy feels so fucking good,” he growled, pounding into me. “You love getting fucked by your best friend’s dad, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned into his hand. “I love your big cock stretching me. Harder. Ruin me.”

He fucked me like an animal, hips slapping loudly against my ass. One hand gripped my hip while the other reached around to rub my clit. I was soaking his cock, dripping down my thighs.

“You’re such a dirty slut for me,” he panted. “Coming to my office in the middle of the night begging for dick.”

“I’m your dirty slut, Daddy. Only yours. Fill me up. Cum inside me.”

His thrusts became erratic and deeper. “Take it. Take every drop.”

I came again, pussy clenching tight around his cock. John groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt, shooting thick hot cum deep inside me. We stayed like that, panting, his cock still twitching in my pussy.

After a moment I noticed a drawer in his desk was slightly open from how hard he was fucking me. Inside I saw folders. One had his late wife’s name on it. I reached for it quickly and pulled out some papers while he was still recovering.

Police reports. Autopsy notes. Private investigator documents. And letters from someone named Victor Kane accusing John of murder.

“What is this?” I whispered, turning to look at him.

John’s face changed instantly. He pulled out of me and snatched the papers from my hand. “That’s none of your business.”

Before he could say more, we heard footsteps in the hallway.

“Dad? Liana? Are you guys in there?” Mia’s voice called out sleepily. “I heard noises. I can’t sleep.”

John’s eyes widened in panic. “Hide. Now.”

I quickly fixed my dress and slipped behind the heavy curtains just as the door opened.

Mia stepped inside, rubbing her eyes. “I thought I heard voices. What are you doing in here so late?”

“Just finishing some work emails,” John said, his voice impressively calm. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah… I guess. Night, Dad.”

The second she closed the door, I stepped out, heart racing. John looked at me with a mix of lust, anger, and something darker.

“We’re playing a very dangerous game, Liana,” he said quietly.

I walked over and kissed him softly. “I know, Daddy. But I’m not stopping.”

As I left his office and crept back to my room, my mind was spinning. The files about his wife’s death. The threats from Victor Kane. The photo under my door.

Someone was watching us. And whatever secrets John was hiding, they were deadly.

I should have been terrified. But all I could think about was how soon I could have him inside me again.