by Lucy Wild
“I want you to know I’m not the bad person you think I am.”
“I don’t think you’re a bad person.”
“Yes, you do, I know you do. But I’m not. I would never have agreed to what Mr Mitchell asked if…”
“If he hadn’t offered you so much money.”
“No, well, yes. Please, let me speak.”
“All right, go ahead.”
She looked as if she was struggling to find the right words. I waited as her face contorted before she spoke at lightning speed. “I did want the money and I still do but not enough to betray you. I couldn’t betray you, not now. But I don’t understand why you want to do this, why you want me here. Is it just to punish me? Am I just one more bit of fun during your time off work? Oh, God, I don’t even know what I’m saying. Just ignore me.”
I smiled what I hoped was a reassuring smile across at her as she stared down at her plate. “My turn to speak,” I said, making her look up at me. “I want one weekend with you as my little girl. I will be your Daddy for this weekend and at the end of it, what you decide to do is up to you. Don’t overthink this, just try and relax.”
“Relax? How am I supposed to relax?”
“Because you don’t have to think about anything while you’re here. I’m going to do the thinking for you, all you have to do is relax and enjoy yourself. You call me Daddy and in return I’ll choose what you wear, what you eat, and what you do.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it,” I said, not adding just how much I wanted to tear those clothes off her at that moment. I still felt like I was on the treadmill to my destruction. I’d tried to make her leave, but it was impossible. Now she was looking at me with fear in her eyes and it was up to me to put it right. If I was going to be her Daddy, that was my job.
“You’re safe here,” I said, reaching across the table and taking her hand in mine. “Nothing bad will happen to you under this roof.”
“What about when I’m not under this roof?”
“That’s for the future. Let’s think about the present. Do you agree to be my little girl?”
She sighed, pulling her hand away from mine. “I don’t know,” she said, sinking into her chair and seeming smaller than ever. “I don’t know what I want.”
“I know what you need,” I replied. “You need looking after.”
“I’m not your daughter though,” she snapped, immediately looking guilty at having lost her temper. “Sorry. But I just don’t know about all this. It’s happened so quickly. A week ago, I didn’t know you existed and now I’m dressed up like a little girl and you’re wanting me to submit to a Daddy Dom.”
“How do you know that phrase?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.
“I looked it up,” she said with a shrug.
“What do you mean, you looked it up?”
“Forget it.” She sighed again, fixing me in a stare so intense, it was hard to look at her. “I’m worried, all right?”
I went to answer but she waved me into silence. “Let me finish, please. I can’t believe I’m telling you this but I’ve got a crush on you. There, I’ve said it and you’ve no idea how hard it is for me to tell you. Christ, this is hard. I want you to be my Daddy and that’s fucked up, isn’t it? It’s not normal to think like that, is it?”
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t be my Daddy.” she said, bursting into tears a second later.
I watched her from across the table, wanting to run over and cuddle her. I didn’t though, knowing she might lash out at me if I got too close to her. “If we’re telling the truth, I might as well get it all out. I know you’re not my real daughter. I’m not a fool, Natalie.”
She looked at me, not saying anything and I realised I couldn’t stop there. I had to get it all out, the conveyor belt was still moving and I had no control where it was going.
“I decorated that room ready for the right person, ready for someone to become my little girl. I think I might have found the right person.”
Her hands slid into mine as she stood up, walking slowly round the side of the table. “I’m sorry” she said again, slipping into my lap, throwing her arms round my shoulders and clinging so tightly onto me, I could feel her heartbeat through her chest.
Her face was inches from mine, I could smell her hair as she turned towards me, blinking slowly. “I want to kiss you,” I said, shaking my head as I did so. She leaned closer, her lips almost touching mine. “You’re so beautiful,” I added.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she replied, a smile flickering across her lips.
With a slight movement of my head, my lips pressed against her. If a bolt of lightning had struck me at that moment, it might have explained the electricity I felt passing between us. As we kissed, her eyes closed and I shut mine too, slipping my tongue gently into her mouth as her hands gripped tighter behind my back.
It was a kiss like none I’d ever known before. My heart raced as if I was a teenager again, unable to control my emotions at the sensations racing through me. The world around me faded away, darkening into nothing until there was nothing but me and her and a pause in time that would stretch on forever.
It was crazy to think a single kiss from someone I hardly knew could have such a strong effect on me. I’d never have believed it was possible if it wasn’t happening to me at that moment. As she pulled away from me, I felt a yearning sense of loss, wanting her back despite the fact she was only a few inches away from me.
She looked as if she didn’t know what to do so I made the decision for her, taking her in my arms and sweeping her upwards, kissing her again as I held her in the air. She seemed lighter than air, weighing nothing at all. My hands were on her thighs as I carried her like a groom carries his new bride, passing out of the kitchen to the hallway. “I can’t resist you,” I muttered as she smiled up at me.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she replied.
My cock stirred into life at the sound of those words and I could no more have resisted what I was about to do than I could have stopped the tides. I set her on her feet and stepped back from her. “Stand on one leg,” I said.
She did so without hesitation, wobbling and almost falling as I grabbed her again. “Did I do well, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at me with eager expectation.
“You did, Tilly,” I said, lifting her into my arms again and carrying her upstairs. I knew this was a bad idea, don’t think I didn’t. There was no coming back from what I was going to do to her. But I couldn’t help it, she had bewitched me and I was lost. Mitchell was far from my mind at that point. I was blinded by my little girl.
I didn’t put her down until we reached my bedroom. I lay her on her back on the bed, stepping away from her as she looked up at me, her chest heaving, her legs slightly apart.
I knelt at her feet, sliding my hands around her left leg, reaching up and easing her sock off as she looked down at me, her eyes wide open. It was crazy, less than an hour earlier, I was going to throw her out of the house and now I was taking off her socks, sliding my hands up her legs, kissing my way up her. With each kiss, she gave a sharp intake of breath and as I slid her dress up to her thighs, she pushed her knees apart, giving me a glimpse of the frilly knickers that had a tiny spot of dampness visible in just the right place.
I pushed the dress up further, revealing the pale flatness of her stomach. Grazing it with my lips, I moved slowly up her, taking the dress with me, exposing her body to my gaze. When I reached her bra, I eased her breasts out of the cups, running over my fingers over her stiff nipples, trying my best to ignore the insistent cry of my cock that just wanted to be in her, to bury itself all the way to the hilt inside her.
She gasped when I took her right nipple into my mouth, her breathing heavier still as I ran my tongue around it in a circle. I had to kiss her again, and I did. I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her body under me, looking down into those innocent eyes of hers as she stared back up at me, her hands running over my back.
She lifted her hips as I sank to the floor again, allowing me to ease her panties off her legs while she pulled the dress up and off her shoulders, leaving her naked, laid on her back, her chest still heaving as I stared between her legs, seeing a sight so utterly exquisite, it made my cock throb painfully in my trousers.
“Do I look okay?” she asked as I froze in place, drinking in her beauty.
“You look perfect,” I replied, taking hold of her ankles and gripping them tightly. “You look absolutely perfect.”
Chapter Fourteen
When he laid me down on the bed, I thought I was dreaming. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I’d tried to tell him how torn I was, how conflicted I felt about everything. But nothing had come out the way I meant.
He hadn’t cared. He had just looked so calm and dominant in the kitchen, so completely in control of himself and of me. There was me stumbling over my words as I tried to speak. Then I saw a crack in that facade of his, I saw the real emotion behind that icy exterior and I was lost. I couldn’t help but let him kiss me. I never thought for a moment that a single kiss would carry me upstairs to where I was laid, his hands moving over me as he expertly stripped me of my clothes.
I felt vulnerable when my body came into view, wanting to shield myself from his intense gaze. It was all I could do to stop myself pulling the blankets over me but I didn’t want him to think I was being pathetic. His hands on my skin felt so good, I can hardly begin to describe it. It was as if he knew everything about me despite the fact he’d known me for such a short time, he touched me in a way that made my entire body come alive, as if it had been asleep for a very long time and was finally waking up.
When he took my nipples into his mouth, I wanted to scream at him to stop, the sensation almost too intense for me to handle. Although I didn’t say a word, somehow he knew, his touch becoming gentler, his mouth sliding upwards to kiss me once again. I could feel the stiffness of his erection pressing into my leg as we embraced and my mind began to wander from softly erotic thoughts to wickedly lustful ones. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have that inside me.
If I’d been braver, I might have asked him, maybe even told him to fuck me. But instead a wave of self doubt washed over me and I asked him if I looked okay, cringing as I said it, I might as well have waved my V card at him and told him how rubbish I would be at sex.
But then he told me I looked perfect, his hands on my ankles, moving them slowly apart as I fought to control my pounding heart, worried I might pass out if I couldn’t get more air into my lungs. My hands were trembling like crazy but he didn’t seem to mind, kissing his way slowly up my legs.
The touch of his lips on my skin made me gasp with pleasure and I had to close my eyes, I couldn’t handle so much sensation at once. In the self enforced darkness, I did my best to calm my breathing, feeling the muscles in my legs tensing up as he slowly moved his hands up them, kissing as he went.
He grazed my left thigh with his lips, his hands pushing my knees apart as he kissed my right thigh a moment later. I could feel his breath between my legs, I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned towards me and then for the first time in my life, a man kissed my pussy.
I’d never let anyone do that before. After what happened that time long ago, I hated the thought of anyone being that intimate with me, looking at such a private area of me. But I hadn’t felt a tiny iota of that with Mr Radcliffe.
He whispered, “You are so beautiful,” as his lips brushed over the soft folds that lay between my legs. He kissed every inch of flesh he could find, teasing me until I was groaning loudly, my hips twisting in place, pushing towards him, becoming greedy, wanting ever more embraces.
When his tongue came out and slid over my clit, I actually screamed. I thought it was a cliché that anyone could be so turned on as to make a noise like that but it just fell out of my mouth. My hips lifted into the air, his head remaining in place, his tongue making a neat circle around the most sensitive part of my body.
He wasn’t rough, he was gentle, so gentle my nerves screamed with desire, a heat growing deep inside me whilst he kissed his way around me again. His hands set in place around my hips, holding me down so I couldn’t move, keeping me where he wanted me as he slid his tongue into my wetness, exploring inside me whilst another scream of delight escaped me, a scream that faded into a deep moan when his tongue returned to my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, grabbing the back of his head. “Oh, fucking hell.”
“Little girls shouldn’t swear,” he replied, pausing just long enough before continuing the motion of his tongue. As the sensations grew too strong for me to handle, he kept licking and kissing me as the heat inside me grew and grew. My toes began to curl and the rest of the room faded away. All I knew was he was making me feel better than I’d ever felt, as if he was worshipping my body. I was shocked when I felt an orgasm approaching. It was happening so quickly. He just intuitively knew just when to tease and when to stop, bringing me ever closer to the edge as my hands went to the blankets, gripping them in clenched fists, my mouth falling open, my mind a whirl of heat and desire and lust and countless other things until it happened.
He flicked over my clit a final time and a climax hit me that was so powerful I almost passed out. The sensation was just too much for me to cope with. I didn’t make a sound beyond a guttural moan, my body floating above the bed, his hands the only thing keeping me from drifting off into the sky, never to be seen again.
My limbs shook, waves of pleasure washed over me and before I’d even had time to recover, he was climbing up the bed, kissing my body as he approached me, a broad smile on his face.
“That was incredible,” I whispered in a weak voice. “I never knew it could feel so good.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he replied, planting a kiss on my lips that was sweet with my own wetness.
“You’re not?”
“Not even close. Do not move.”
He stood up, staring down at my body as he began to undress. As he undid his shirt, my mind flashed back to that first time I’d seen him in his office, his top off, all those muscles on display. Once again, I thought I must be dreaming. This couldn’t really be happening. Nothing this good happened to anyone, definitely not to me.
He undid his belt and began to unzip his trousers as my heart continued to pound in my chest. I couldn’t stop looking at him as he lowered his boxer shorts and trousers in a single movement, his cock springing into view and making my eyes widen at the sight.
It looked just as it had when I’d seen him touching himself in his bedroom. It seemed almost angry, the skin dark, the head glistening in the light. It pointed towards me, swaying slightly as he kicked the last of his clothes off his ankles. Mr Radcliffe was looking at me with fierce eyes, though he smiled, a smile that spoke of hunger that could not be sated by anything but my body.
“Do you want this?” he asked, slowly running his hand along the shaft of his cock.
I nodded. “I do.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” I snapped, growling at him as he slowly stroked himself.
He crossed the gap between us in less than a second, almost diving onto me as I blinked in shock. He crushed me under him, planting one kiss after another on me, moving to my neck, my chest, my ears, my stomach. All the while, I ground my hips up towards him, my pussy crying out for him to enter me. He teased me for so long I was cursing his name, begging him to take me whilst he only smiled and wagged his finger, telling me to be patient.
“I don’t want to be patient, I want to feel you inside me,” I said, my fingers running down his back, trying to move hi
m into me.
“Say please.”
“Please!”
“Say please, Daddy.”
“Please, Daddy. I’m begging you.”
“Good girl,” he said, reaching down between us as I watched. He took hold of his shaft and stroked the tip of his cock around my clit, moving it downwards ever so slowly whilst I cursed him again. He eased himself a little lower and then leaned back, pushing the very tip of his member into me.
I thought it would hurt. I’d been sure that the first time would hurt, especially with one as big as that. But all I felt was a wonderful sense of stretching, of being slowly filled as he eased his way into my wetness, gradually burying himself into me in one single slow thrust forwards.
“Oh, my God,” I muttered as his hips pressed against mine. “You’re all the way inside me.”
“How does it feel?” he asked, his cock twitching against the walls of my pussy as I gripped him in place.
“Like I never want you to stop.”
“What about if I do this?”
I was about to ask what he had planned but then he did it. Moving his hips back, he slid from me so far he almost fell out but just at the last moment he thrust rapidly back into me and I let out a deep groan of joy. That was it, I lost all ability to think. All I knew was that he was doing things to me no one had ever done. I know he made me come just from being inside me, something I didn’t think was even possible. It might have been his pelvis grinding against my clit in just the right way, it might have been the excitement of the moment, I don’t know.
When I came, he didn’t stop, he kept moving, rolling me round the bed until I somehow ended up on the floor, him looming over me with my legs somewhere near my head, his hands on my ankles, holding me in the perfect position for him to go deeper than ever.
“I’m going to come,” he said, panting for breath as I stared up at him, my hands running down his chest.
“Come in me, Daddy,” I said, “please come in me. I want to know what it feels like.”
