Don't Touch

by Lucy Wild

  I climbed out of bed without knowing the answer to that question. Maybe there was no right answer. I’d been eight years old when I found out about the foundation. I’d been reading one of those girl’s annuals, I can’t even remember which one. It was a feature about orphans in Africa and it focussed on a charitable foundation that was dedicated to improving their lives. The more I read, the more I wanted to help and by the time I’d read to the end, I had made a vow that one day I would do what they’d done, I’d go out there and make a difference. That plan stuck with me all through my school years and into college.

  The opportunity to do it had dropped into my lap out of nowhere and I was about to throw it away. I felt so guilty it was almost overwhelming. I forced myself to think about something else, rummaging through the pile of clothing to pick out a dress to wear.

  Once I looked vaguely presentable, I headed downstairs, stopping in the hallway when I heard Mr Radcliffe talking in his study. I realised quickly he was on the phone.

  “It’s Sunday for Christ’s sake and I’m staying home for once.”

  A pause.

  “That’s none of your business.”

  Another pause.

  “I’m well aware how close we are to the vote.”

  Another pause.

  “I don’t care. I’ll be in tomorrow and we’ll talk about it then.”

  I heard him hang up and walk out of the study. I waited until he’d passed by before following him into the kitchen.

  “Good morning,” he said as I entered. “Sleep well?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  I was furious when I got off the phone. They knew not to ring me at home. I spent too much time in the office as it was. Didn’t I deserve a bit of time to myself? Apparently not.

  Tilly might have acted like a little girl but she was more grown up than them. They acted like toddlers, needing their hands holding, wanting me to just roll over and let Williams and Mitchell swallow us up. If they knew what Mitchell was really like, they’d be less willing to climb into bed with him.

  I refused to mollycoddle them. I’d made my position clear. Telling me I’d better think about what I was doing infuriated me, as if I hadn’t spent months doing just that. Then to have the audacity to suggest I change my vote at the upcoming meeting. Damn George for ringing me, and damn the rest of the board for nudging him to do it. As far as I was concerned, the discussion had ended when the name of the potential buyer had come out and no increase in payoffs for the executives could change that.

  Then there were the job losses. One company swallowing up another meant twice as many staff as were needed. No guesses for guessing where the layoffs would fall. The most conservative estimate had told me I’d lose a thousand just in the first week. Was that worth the board having one more yacht each? He called me soft, as if he could make me change my mind by insulting me.

  “Is it soft to care about that many people?” I’d asked and he laughed at me. I almost snapped the phone in half.

  By the time the conversation was over, I was in a foul mood. But that anger vanished the moment she appeared in the kitchen. She looked stunningly beautiful, innocent as ever of course.

  “Good morning,” I said, crossing the room to her. “Sleep well?”

  She nodded whilst yawning, sinking into the chair nearest to her.

  When she’d fallen asleep in my arms, I’d remained in place for some time, not wanting to disturb her. I had no idea why she was crying and she’d refused to tell me, acting as if there was nothing wrong at all. Only when I was certain that she was in a deep sleep did I slide myself out from under her. She slumped down onto the pillow as I tucked the blankets around her. I allowed myself a single kiss of her forehead before leaving her to sleep.

  Had I gone too far? Was that why she had cried so inconsolably? The thought had occurred to me as I’d tried to sleep and it came back to me as I sat opposite her.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, making me realise I’d been staring.

  “I’m worried about you,” I replied.

  “Why?”

  “Because you were crying.”

  “Oh, I thought you might have forgotten about that.”

  “You can leave if you want to.”

  “What?”

  “If you’re not happy here, you can go home, I’ll take you now.”

  “Do you want me to go?”

  “Of course not. But what’s wrong? What’s upsetting you?”

  “I told you, I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “God, you’re stubborn. I’m your Daddy and I want you to tell me what’s wrong.”

  “I’m not going to, just leave it.”

  “Tell me or I’ll spank you.”

  I waited with baited breath to see how she reacted.

  “Just drop it, will you?”

  “Right, stand up.”

  She did as I asked straight away, fiddling with her fingers as she looked down at the floor.

  “Stand up straight. Look at me.”

  She did, though a scowl was fixed on her face.

  “Arms by your side. That’s better. You’ve agreed to be my little girl for the weekend, you agreed to obey my rules while you’re under my roof. When you refuse to answer my questions, you’re disrespecting me, do you understand?”

  She continued to scowl at me, saying nothing.

  “I’ll ask you one more time. Tell me and I may be able to help make it better. Why were you crying last night?”

  “Please,” she muttered. “I don’t want to tell you.”

  “Right, you’ve driven me to this.” I pulled her chair towards me. As I sat down, I pointed at my lap. “Come here.”

  She shuffled across the floor, far too slowly for my liking. Reaching out, I grabbed her, pulling her onto my lap. She began to struggle as I pulled her dress up the back of her legs, her frilly knickers coming into view as she lashed out at me. “Keep still,” I snapped, yanking her panties down her thighs to expose her peachy round ass.

  I lifted my hand as she continued to kick. When I spanked her for the first time, she let out a shriek of pain. “You’re making me do this,” I said, lifting my hand to reveal a perfectly red imprint of my palm on her left buttock. “You could have just told me.”

  “Please,” she said, twisting her neck to look at me. “Don’t do this.”

  “I don’t want to,” I replied, spanking her again. “But you’re being a bad little girl and this is what happens to bad little girls.”

  As she continued to kick, I caught a sight of her pussy and my anger faded, replaced by a very different desire. I kept spanking her, moving gradually down her ass until I was close to her thighs. Wrenching her legs apart, I landed a light swat directly on her pussy, leaving my hand there as she gradually fell still.

  “That hurt,” she said as I began to slowly stroke my way over her buttocks, drawn time and again back to her pussy. “Why did you do that?”

  “Because you were bad,” I replied. “Wouldn’t you rather be good?”

  She looked up at me as I slid my hand back down to her clit. “My friend thinks this is strange.”

  “What? Being spanked?”

  “No, this. All of this.” She didn’t move as I continued to stroke my way around her pussy, feeling wetness spreading as she continued to talk. “She thinks I’m looking for a surrogate Daddy and that’s why I’m here.”

  “What do you think?”

  “She thinks I’m weird.”

  “Do you want to know what I think?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “I think that if you’re weird, you’re my kind of weird and I also think she can’t be much of a friend if she thinks otherwise.”

  She started crying again, twisting in my lap to throw her arms round me. She pressed herself to my chest, continuing to sob as I stroked her hair.

  “Hey, what’s the matter?”

  “Everything.” Her words came out so fast, I could hardly make out what s
he was saying. “I can’t betray you, not now. I don’t know what I want, Mason, I don’t know what you want and it’s all just too much.”

  “All right,” I replied, shushing her until her breathing slowly came under control. “Just calm down. It’s going to be all right.” I held her tightly, just wanting to make everything all right, wanting her to be happy again.

  “Is it?” she asked. “I’m sat here, snotty and horrible and you’re doing the big man thing but I know you’re just waiting to send me home.”

  “I’m not,” I replied, marvelling at how much two people could be at cross purposes. “Come on, we’re going out.”

  “Going out? Where?”

  “You’ll just have to see, won’t you? Now dry those eyes, Daddy’s taking you to go have some fun.”

  Her mood changed in an instant and she seemed more like a little girl than ever. Within minutes we were in my car and all hint of tears were gone. Only a slight redness to her eyes gave me any clue that she’d been upset at all. “Where are we going?” she asked, looking across at me as I smiled back at her.

  “Somewhere that always cheers me up when I’m down.”

  I pulled into a car park and as I did so, she looked out to see where we were. “An aquarium?” Her voice was filled with excitement. “I’ve never been to an aquarium before. Have they got turtles?”

  “They have.”

  “Oh my God. I love turtles, they’re my favourite animal in the world!”

  She couldn’t have been more like my little girl if she’d tried. She practically bounced around the place, those big eyes of hers wider than ever, her mouth open as she pointed and laughed at the penguins, the jellyfish, the stingrays. Her enjoyment was infectious and by the time we’d got round the whole thing, I was laughing and pointing along with her. I’d no idea how she’d spent her childhood but I got the feeling she hadn’t had chance to have much fun.

  “How was that?” I asked as we climbed back into the car along with about a thousand helium balloons and stuffed animals.

  “That was incredible,” she said, leaning across and kissing my cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome,” I replied, setting off slowly.

  As I drove into the traffic, her hand settled on my knee. I glanced down at it for a moment as it slid slowly up my thigh. “I loved it,” she said quietly, “You made me feel so much better.”

  Her hand continued to move upwards, finding the zip of my fly a few seconds later.

  “What are you doing?” I asked as she fumbled to undo it.

  “Saying thank you,” she replied, twisting in her seat and leaning down.

  I did my best to concentrate on the road as she reached into my boxers and found my stiffening cock. She brought it out through my open fly and I couldn’t help but gasp when her cold lips suddenly slipped over the head, her tongue flicking in circles as I turned off the main road, heading back to the house as quickly as I dared.

  Within a minute, I was buried at the back of her throat, almost swerving off the road as she lifted and lowered her head, her lips running along my shaft, drawing a deep growl of pleasure out of me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I said as a police car pulled up beside us. “Sit up, quick.”

  Just as the driver glanced in my direction, she sat upright, looking across at me and bursting out in a loud laugh. “Oops,” she said, grinning.

  “Where did that come from?” I asked as her hand slid slowly across to my cock, grabbing hold of it and stroking it slowly.

  She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  We turned a corner away from the police car and I was able to breathe easier, though not for long as her hand began moving faster on me. I was glad when we got home as I was worryingly close to coming in her hand. The car had barely stopped moving before I turned and grabbed her, planting a kiss on her as she blinked in surprise.

  “Get inside and get naked,” I commanded, reluctantly putting my cock away and zipping up my fly.

  I followed her into the house, watching her skip up the step and through the front door. I had a sudden flash in my mind as she did so. It was the thought that I’d like to see her walk through my door every day. The thought was almost overwhelming and it made me beam with happiness as I walked in after her.

  She stopped in the hallway, turning to face me and looking suddenly nervous. “Strip,” I said, taking a slow step towards her.

  “No,” she replied with a grin.

  “What did you say?”

  “I said I’m not going to.”

  “You do remember what happens when you disobey your Daddy?”

  She nodded enthusiastically. “You spank me.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  He took a single step towards me and it made me want to cower away from him. A tiny part of me knew this was only a game but a far larger part of me saw him as my Daddy, and he was angry at his little girl for disobeying him.

  He grabbed hold of me, shoving my dress off my shoulders, pushing it down to the floor. “That’s what you get for not doing what you’re told, you bad little girl,” he snapped, twisting me round and unhooking my bra. As it fell away, he reached round to my chest and took hold of my nipples, squeezing both of them hard.

  I barely had time to gasp before he spun me back round to face him again. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said, putting on my most contrite face.

  “It’s too late for sorry,” he replied, pushing my knickers to the floor. I stepped out of them, looking down at myself in just my socks and shoes, not sure if I looked sexy or ridiculous.

  “Have I been bad?” I asked.

  “Into your bedroom. Quickly!”

  He sounded furious and I felt genuinely afraid of him as I ran up the stairs with him close behind me. Once I was in my room, he slammed the door shut behind him, pointing at the bed. “Lay on your front.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I climbed onto the bed, lying down and breathing in the hint of cotton on the pillow as he loomed over me. “You should have stripped when I told you to,” he said, his hand landing on my bottom a moment later. The sensation stung but as the intensity died away, it left a heat deep inside me, a heat that grew when he commenced spanking me in earnest. “You’ve been a very bad girl,” he said, his hand slapping down on my rear again and again. “What are you?”

  “I’m a bad girl,” I said into the pillow.

  “Louder!”

  “I’m a bad girl.”

  “That’s better.” His hand moved with each slap until there wasn’t an inch of my bottom that hadn’t been warmed by it. He alternated hard and soft spanks, gradually making his way to my inner thighs, the motion growing slower. With a final gentle smack on my pussy, he slid his hand back to my bottom. My nerves were on fire as he stroked me while I let out a whimper into the pillow. “Did that hurt?” he asked, continuing to caress my rear.

  “Uh huh.”

  “There, there. It’s all over now. Daddy’s not cross with you anymore.”

  “I’m a good girl?”

  “You are.” He leaned down, planting a kiss on my bottom. As he did so, I began to turn, twisting on the bed until I was lying on my back, looking up at him.

  “I like being your good girl.”

  “Open your legs for me. That’s my little princess.”

  “I like that. Am I really your princess?” I asked, moving my ankles apart.

  “You are,” he replied, sliding his hands up my legs to my thighs, finding my wetness and spreading it over my soft folds. “My little princess, trapped in her castle by an evil dragon.”

  “Where is my knight?” I asked, giggling as I did so. “Why won’t he save me?”

  “He’s right here,” he said, dipping a finger inside me. “And he’s surprised that his princess is so wet.”

  “She’s wet because she wants you to fuck her.”

  “Potty mouth,” he snapped, though he grinned as he said it.

  “Fuck me. Hard,” I snarled, thrusting my hips a
gainst his finger.

  He growled in return, sliding out of me and ripping his clothes off so fast, I thought he’d tear them. He knelt above my chest, looming over me as he pushed his hard cock towards my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, eager to taste him as I had done in the car. He throbbed and twitched as he pushed himself to the back of my throat, choking me in the best possible way. I couldn’t move as he pushed down against me, his body holding me in place. All I could see was his skin, all I could feel was his cock buried in my mouth.

  He groaned above me as he fucked my face for an eternity before finally pulling free. I fought for breath while he moved down my body, sliding himself between my legs and thrusting up into me a second later. “Oh fuck, that’s good,” he said, his hips pressed against mine.

  “Yes, it is,” I replied, reaching up to kiss him. His tongue slid into my mouth as he pulled his hips back, thrusting into me again, making me scream into his mouth.

  We rolled sideways as we fucked, me ending up on top of him, a feeling of role reversal that was strange but wonderful at the same time. I rode his shaft, driving myself down onto him as he reached up to play with my boobs. My hand went to my clit and I rubbed it frantically whilst continuing to bounce up and down on him.

  “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” he said, his cheeks turning red.

  “Come for me,” I said, bouncing faster. “Come in me, Daddy. I want to feel it when you come in me. I want to be your good little princess. Come in me, please.”

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

  My body tensed up and just as he spurted inside me, I came, a climax that made my back arch, my insides spasm, my mind spiral into pure bliss. I forgot where I was, who I was, what I was doing. I forgot everything but the pleasure and when the feeling died away, I could feel him still throbbing inside me.

  I lay next to him afterwards, both of us squeezed onto my little bed. “I don’t want this weekend to be over,” he said and I kissed his neck in response.

  “Me neither,” I replied.

  We were both silent for a while. I looked across at him a few minutes later to find he’d closed his eyes. I just lay looking at him, tracing lines gently across his chest, hardly able to believe he was real.