Kept Safe

by Lucy Wild

  “I will,” I said.

  “I should be going,” Jack said. “I need to get back.”

  He was walking away before I got my hands out from under my dad’s. I got to my feet, running after him. He was already on the track, marching along like he couldn’t wait to get away from here.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, grabbing his arm to stop him. “Come back.”

  “You heard your father,” he said. “You don’t need someone like me in your life. You need someone good.”

  “You are good,” I said, staring up at him. “Now you come back with me right now.”

  “Are you telling me what to do?”

  “Just this once.”

  A smile flickered at the corner of his mouth as he let me slip my hand into his. “He’s going to kill me,” he muttered under his breath.

  “He’ll have to kill me first,” I replied, leading him back to the sun lounger. “Dad, I want to tell you something.”

  Dad bristled, glancing down at our entwined hands. “Oh, yes?”

  “This is Jack.”

  “I know.”

  “And I love him.”

  He turned to look at Jack who was staring at me. “I warned you to keep your hands off her. I told you what would happen if you didn’t.”

  It was my turn to be furious. “You don’t get to decide about this,” I said, my voice louder than before. “You chose a woman who tried to kill me, who tried to kill him, who would have killed me. You’re not exactly the greatest judge of character are you?”

  His shoulders sagged a little and he sighed, not saying anything for a long time. Finally, he sat on the sun lounger, blinking up at me. “I guess I’m not.”

  “I take it you approve then?”

  He looked across to Jack. “You love my daughter?”

  Jack looked at me and then at him. “I do,” he said at last.

  “Then I guess I better tell the cook to set an extra place for dinner, hadn’t I?”

  He got up and walked off towards the mansion leaving the two of us alone.

  “Wow,” I said, sitting on the sun lounger and tapping the space next to me. “Care to join me?”

  Jack sat next to me, his hand in mine. We sat looking at the ocean, neither of us saying a word. We didn’t need to.

  EPILOGUE

  Two years later…

  There weren’t many people at the ceremony but then there didn’t need to be. The only person I cared about was there by my side. She smiled across at me as I slid the ring onto her finger. It was a smile that I loved to see, a smile that told me the truth about how she felt about me. It was a smile that had been on her face a lot since we’d moved here.

  The few friends we’d made smiled too, enjoying watching the union of two lovers, the promise of so much potential, of a future filled with happiness.

  Once we were done, the few witnesses faded away, leaving the two of us alone on the beach. Her smile faded, replaced by a look of deep sorrow. She looked like she was in intense pain. “Do you remember the first time we were stood here?” she asked, turning to look at me.

  “The day you met your father. How could I forget?”

  “Do you think he would have been happy for me? If he’d been here?”

  I took her hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. “He would have loved every moment.”

  “Was he proud of me? Do you think?”

  “A best selling novelist for a daughter? Of course he was proud of you. He told me he loved your book.”

  “He told you that?”

  I nodded. “He did.”

  A tear rolled down her cheek. “I spent so long thinking he was dead. And then he wasn’t. I hardly got to know him again before he died.”

  “He was dying before we got here,” I said. “At least you got to say goodbye. Not everyone gets that.”

  “Yeah,” she said, picking up a stone and throwing it into the sea. “Bye Dad. I miss you.” She was silent for a second before turning back to me. “I’m glad you brought me here.”

  “Me too.”

  “Ready to show off your dancing skills?” The smile was back on her face, though the sadness lingered for a few more moments.

  “I’ve been practising for months.”

  “You kept that quiet. Clearly, you’re a man of hidden talents.”

  “Wait before you say that. You don’t know how many times I might tread on your foot.”

  “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

  Her comforting me. It was strange how used to that I’d become. She’d tended my wounds, helped me recover, never asking for a thing from me. I realised for the hundredth time that I loved her with all my heart.

  We headed back to the house. It had been six months since her father had died and she was still coming to terms with it. We had talked about putting back the wedding but she was adamant we should still go ahead, telling me, “He made me promise I would.” I had no desire to upset her by changing the plans against her wishes. I never wanted to upset her ever again. I’d done enough of that for a lifetime.

  The few guests we had were already dancing, the musicians we’d hired were rough but happy, a bit like me. Holding her against me while we danced was the most wonderful feeling, as was knowing she was now mine forever. We would never have to part again. No one could come between us.

  I’d followed the case from home. There had been efforts to trace me but I’d been careful, and eventually the authorities had moved on. The funeral of Bella’s mother had been a bleak and miserable affair by all accounts. She had many creditors, her wealth no more than smoke and mirrors. I guessed that was part of her reason for coming after Bella so hard. Get to her, get to him, get to him, get to his money. So much in this life comes down to money. For my part I couldn’t care less about it. All I cared about was holding my hand and walking me back to the house at that moment, to her house.

  Her father had left her the mansion along with his fortune. After the dancing was done and the guests faded into the night, the two of us sat on the beach, looking up at the stars. She asked me what I thought about the house.

  “I think it suits you.”

  “And the money. What about all his money? I don’t think I should keep it. It came from crime. It’s dirty money.”

  “Then give it away. It’s up to you what you do with it. No one else.”

  “And what should we do about this place?”

  “Live in it.”

  “But he’s gone. There’s nothing keeping us here now. Don’t you want to go home?”

  “Not really. I doubt they kept the job open for me.”

  “You sure you don’t want to go back to loan selling? You might get top of the leader board again.”

  I managed a smile. “I like it here.” I didn’t add that I felt safe her. I didn’t need to. I knew she felt the same. She just wanted reassuring. She was like that. “I like it a lot.”

  “I’m glad you said that. I do too.”

  “Besides,” I said, patting her stomach. “Who wouldn’t want to bring up their children on an island paradise?”

  Her hand slid over mine as she turned to face me. “I love you Mr Rutherford,” she said.

  “And I love you, Mrs Rutherford.”

  She stretched upwards, her lips finding mine. My arms wrapped round her as we embraced, the sound of the waves fading away, everything fading away apart from me and her.

  I lowered her down to the sand, kissing my way down her neck, my hands seeking her legs under her wedding dress. “You’ve never looked sexier,” I said, my eyebrows rising as I felt my way up her thigh. “And no panties, you bad girl.”

  “I still like being the bad girl sometimes,” she replied, rolling onto her front. “That way you have to spank me.”

  I couldn’t resist the sight of her ass, the dress round her waist. My hand slapped down onto her buttocks, the sound echoing around me. She let out a yelp of surprised delight as I spanked her again.

  “Fuck me, Mr Rutherford
,” she said. “Fuck your wife.”

  I fumbled with my belt, shoving my trousers down as she raised herself up onto all fours, her knees slightly apart. I sought out her pussy with my hand, loving the feeling of her wetness, something I was sure I would always adore. Dipping a finger into her, I leaned down and kissed her ass, my tongue flicking between her cheeks, seeking out her tight hole.

  “Fuck me,” she said, her voice louder.

  “Language,” I replied, smacking her ass harder than before.

  “Fuck me,” she said again.

  I spanked her twice more before my patience ran out. Grabbing hold of the shaft of my cock, I slid it straight into her, looking out at the ocean as I buried myself deep inside her. She groaned under me, rocking her hips back against me, her muscles squeezing me in place.

  Reaching down, I found her clit, stroking it whilst she continued to push back against me. “I’ve never fucked a married man before,” she said, her voice louder as she moved faster, her breath becoming ragged. I continued to stroke her hardened nub until she groaned, her legs shaking.

  “Come for me,” I said. “I fucking love it when you come for me.”

  “Oh, God,” she replied. “I’m coming!” Her voice faded away as her pussy contracted round my cock. The moment her climax began, I started thrusting as fast as I could, desperate to come inside her. It took no more than a few seconds, her orgasm still making her body shake as my cock jerked and cum shot inside her, filling her pussy.

  I let out a deep moan of satisfaction as I slid slowly back out of her. She moved back onto me, sitting on my lap as I slumped onto the beach. With her settled there, I put my hands on her tummy, smiling happily, watching the moon sparkling on the water in front of us. “I’ve never fucked a married woman before,” I whispered in her ear.

  “You have now,” she replied, squeezing my hands. “And hopefully that won’t be the last time.”

  “You just try and stop me.”

  I fell silent, looking out at the ocean. I’d seen it every day since we arrived but I still wasn’t tired of the view. It was made even more special because I was sharing it with the most important person in the world, the woman who had agreed to be my wife. The tide slowly ebbed away from us, leaving an expanse of unspoilt sand, bright even in the moonlight. We danced again, this time to the music of the waves.

  The End

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  PROLOGUE

  DOMINIC

  I’d been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on Evangeline, my little Lily. Now it had finally arrived and I had no intention of rushing things. I wanted to savour every single moment. She looked so nervous, standing there waiting for me to decide what to do with her. Did she know what I had planned? What was hidden in my drawer, ready for me to bring out and use to introduce her to a whole new world? I didn’t say a word. It would be a perfect surprise.

  I hooked my fingers into the straps of her dress, lifting them off her shoulders, watching as it slid down her slender body. She muttered something, some apology for the way she looked, like she needed to apologise at all for being so little. Reaching around her back, I unhooked her bra with one hand, flicking away the clasp so I could pull it from her body. As her delicious breasts came into view, I couldn’t help but stare at them, the way they swelled as her chest heaved.

  Her breathing was almost out of control, she was so nervous. I’d waited so long to see those boobs in all their glory and there they were at last, as perfect as I’d expected, the nipples pointing eagerly towards me, ready for my tongue to encircle them. Not yet, I told myself, not yet.

  I knelt down, noting her trembling hands in front of me. Reaching forward, I took hold of her white cotton panties and slid them down her legs, feeling the cool softness of her skin under my fingers. The sight of her perfect pussy took my breath away. My cock throbbed at the sight and it took effort to resist to not touch her there yet. Patience, I told myself.

  When her panties were pooled with her dress on the rug, I stood up again, wrapping my arms around her back, pulling her towards me. “Kiss me,” she muttered. “Please kiss me, Daddy.”

  Her body pressed into mine. I felt my cock hardening so much it felt painful against my boxer shorts, it wanted to be free. Not yet. I gently brushed her lips with my own, teasing her, making her stretch up to reach me, seeing the frustration grow on her face until I finally slid my tongue into her mouth, exploring, controlling, owning, even her breathing belonged to me in that moment. Fuck, it was hard not to throw her on the bed and slam into her whether she was ready or not. Taking it slow has never been easy for me, it’s not something I’m used to.

  As our embrace continued, I ran my hands down her back, finding her ass, cupping it gently, caressing and then squeezing her buttocks, as flawless as I’d expected. Lifting with my arms, I brought her upwards until her feet left the ground. She gasped into my mouth, her legs wrapping instinctively around me, making it easier for me to carry her across to my bed, the place I never had any doubt she was going to end up sooner or later. From the moment I met her, I knew.

  Back when she’d first stood on my doorstep, cowering away from me, so desperate to please me, I’d known, I’d known I’d fuck her, I’d known she would be mine. There had never been any doubt she would submit to me.

  I paused by the edge of the bed, not wanting to let go of her ass, the tip of my cock feeling the heat of her pussy as she clung onto me so tightly, as if she was afraid she’d lose me if she let go. As if I’d do that to her. Pulling back from the kiss, I moved my mouth to her neck, brushing it with my lips whilst lowering her slowly onto her back.

  Once she was down, I moved across her body, making my way slowly to her chest, each kiss bringing a quiet gasp from her. Just when I was about to take her right nipple into my mouth, I moved away, leaving her pouting up at me. “Where are you going?” she asked. “Come back, Daddy.”

  “You need to wear this,” I said, reaching for the blindfold in my drawer.

  She looked scared but at least she didn’t try and refuse. She lifted her head so I could slide the blindfold over her eyes. Her breathing grew even more laboured as I stood up and looked down at her naked body, the way her chest continued to heave, her legs open just enough for me to see how wet she’d become. I was going to fuck her so hard she’d scream the place down but not yet. It wasn’t time yet.

  “On your front,” I said, watching as she rolled over, her pert little ass just asking to be spanked bright red. Once she was laid on her chest, I knelt by the side of the bed, reaching underneath the corner for the first length of silk. “Arm out,” I said, waiting while she moved her hand towards me. Wrapping the fabric scarf around her wrist, I tied it loosely, better not do it too tight the first time.

  I moved around the bed, tying each limb in turn until she was bound in place ready for me. I undressed quickly, my cock pointing towards her, so hard it was painful. Kissing my way from her ankles to her ass, I listened to her breathing, monitoring closely how she reacted to everything I did. She was already moaning and it made it all the more difficult not to thrust straight into her. It was nearly time for that, but first she had to be punished for her lateness.

  Crushing her u
nderneath my body, I thrust my cock between her legs, finding her clit, basking in the heat of it as I began to kiss the back of her neck. It took all my self control to resist sliding into her wetness but somehow I managed it, kissing my way back down to her ass, spreading her buttocks, my tongue gliding down the sweet valley that led to her puckered little hole, the sight of it making my cock twitch with desire. I dipped my tongue into her ass just once before climbing back up off the bed and crossing to my chest of drawers.

  “Are you ready for your punishment?” I asked, reaching into the drawer, bringing out the crop, swishing it through the air in readiness.

  “Be gentle with me,” she replied, shuffling in place, her pussy soaking wet in anticipation of me fucking her. She would have to wait for that. Punishment came first. Soon she’d learn that this was part of being my little girl. She had to submit to my punishment when she misbehaved.

  “It’s too late for gentle,” I said, bringing the crop down on her buttocks with a resounding smack, the sharp sound echoing around the room as she let out a scream of shock.

  “Stop!” she cried as I brought the crop down through the air a second time. I just managed to move it so it missed her ass, the tip instead hitting the bed with a pathetic muffled thud. “Let me go,” she begged. “Let me go right now.”

  I looked down at her. She was completely in my power. I could ignore her plaintive demands, continue to whip her ass until it was burning hot and bright red, then I could fuck her and she would be able to do nothing about it. I glanced between her legs and my cock throbbed in readiness as she tugged at the bonds holding her in place, trying ineffectually to free herself. I looked at the crop and then back at her. And then I made my decision.