by Lucy Wild
“We’ve plenty of rooms spare if you want an adjoining one for her,” she replied, taking the form back from me.
“A single’s fine,” I said, noticing her look. “She’s afraid of the dark.” I didn’t add that I was worried she might run off in the night and leave me to waste time tracking her down again. Or that I wanted her near me.
You’re wasting time, I told myself. Tony had already texted me asking what the hold up was. I could only wait so long before replying. I couldn’t tell him my real reasons for dragging this out. It wasn’t to take her to her first love, romantic as she thought that was. It was far simpler than that. I wanted to spend as long as I could with her before her innocence was crushed by the bullshit marriage they had planned. Not that it would be much better if my selfish desire crushed her innocence.
I’d never been one for romance. My method was to take what I wanted from women and then move on. It didn’t pay to get too involved in my line of work. But if I told Tony I was hanging out with her because I was desperate to taste her sweet pussy, I knew exactly what he’d do. He’d have me shot. So I was going to play the game a little longer. I was going to resist fucking her, I was going to resist tying her to the bed and doing all the things I so wanted to do to her.
What was it about her that made her so damned irresistible? Was it her innocence? The fact that she seemed to have no idea just how desirable she was? How good she looked? Or was it just because I knew I couldn’t have her? Was that what made me think of us together in the bedroom the entire time I was walking back to her?
So when she put her hand in mine as we walked to the guesthouse, I didn’t complain, I didn’t stop her. Instead I told myself I was being protective, I was looking after her, for those few minutes of walking in the dark, I was her Daddy and it was my job to protect her.
There was a noise in the woods when we were just a minute or two from the place, the lights having appeared in the distance. “What’s that?” she asked, squeezing my hand. “It sounded like screaming.”
“Just an owl,” I replied. “Come on, we’re nearly there.”
“Will you look after me, Daddy?” she asked and my cock twitched, reminding me of what I really wanted to do to her.
“I will,” I replied, walking into the car park of the guesthouse. I didn’t feel like looking after her at all. If I didn’t get her into bed and away from me soon, looking after her would be the very last thing I’d do.
FIFTEEN
JAKE
If I thought life was going to be easier once we were in the bedroom, I was very much mistaken. “Good evening, Mr Jameson,” the woman behind the counter said when I stepped into the hallway-cum-reception. “This must be your daughter.”
“That’s me,” Isabel said, realising straight away. “This is my darling Daddy who I love ever so much.”
I leant down and whispered in her ear, “If you don’t knock that off, I’ll spank you.”
I knew I shouldn’t have said it but I couldn’t help myself. The look on her face made my cock harder than ever as she looked contrite but excited at the same time. I twisted away and headed up the stairs to our room, leaving her to trail behind me.
Once we were inside, I closed the door, looking at her as she stood next to the bed. Fuck, this wasn’t going to be easy. The door was locked. No one could get in. I could rip her clothes off her and spank her until she screamed and no one could stop me. My cock twitched at the thought of it.
“I’ll take the floor. You can have the bed,” I said, watching as she yawned loudly.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do. A Daddy doesn’t let his little girl sleep on the floor.”
She smiled shyly before heading for the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said, walking through and pushing the door closed.
If that door had stayed closed, I might have made it back home with her with no problems. But it didn’t and everything that happened afterwards was because of that door swinging open.
I pulled some blankets out of the cupboard while the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom. I was just removing my jacket when she began singing to herself. I took my shirt off and slid my trousers down, climbing into the blankets as I heard a creak from behind me.
Shifting my head, I saw that the bathroom door had slid open. She hadn’t locked it and it had come out of place, sliding wide enough to give me a perfect view of her. The glass screen of the shower was covered in water and steam filled the air but it wasn’t enough to afford her any modesty. From where I was sitting, I could see every inch of her body. She was skinny but the swell of her chest was enough to make me rock hard, especially when her hands slid down her body to settle between her legs. I pictured how it must feel to touch her there and I almost went mad with lust.
Lying back in the blankets, I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. Reaching down into my boxer shorts, I took hold of my cock, squeezing it roughly as Isabel turned towards the shower head, her peachy round ass facing me, making want to smack it all the more. She’d squeal with delight and then beg for my cock. They all begged for my cock when I got them home but she wasn’t like them, she wasn’t like anyone I’d fucked before. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find out she was still a virgin.
My hand began to move faster up and down my cock as she rinsed the soapy bubbles from her skin. I thought she was done but then her hands went between her legs again. I stared with my eyes wide open as she began to play with herself. Her hands ran to her nipples, tugging and tweaking them, groping her breasts before one hand returned to her pussy.
I jerked my cock harder as her mouth fell open. From the angle of her hand, I could tell she had one finger inside herself and then she was out, back at her clit, moving ever faster, leaning on the wall for support as she brought herself to orgasm. When her climax hit her, I came at the same moment, my cum spurting out as I pictured grinding into her as she came, her body shaking in the way it did in the shower but with me holding her in place, not letting her go until I was done with her.
She remained under the water for some time afterwards but, when she finally turned my way, I realised she was going to see me so I shut my eyes, lying back and pretending to be asleep.
I heard the water slow to a stop and a minute later there was a creak of her mattress and I risked opening my eyes, seeing her sitting with a towel wrapped round her body. She was naked under that towel. I could tear it from her, I wanted to so badly but I knew what Tony would do. I had to resist.
“Feel better?” I asked, making her jump as she realised I was still awake.
“Much,” she replied. “Mind if I dry my hair?”
“Go for it.”
I watched her do it until her towel came loose, forcing me to look away to keep control of myself. I didn’t look back at her until she was tucked up in bed. “Night,” she said, yawning loudly.
I stretched up to the wall to turn the light out but she stopped me. “No!” she said so loudly I wondered what the hell was wrong.
“What? What is it?”
“Would you mind keeping the light on?”
“Why? Don’t trust me?”
“I’m afraid of the dark.” She said it really quietly, as if she was afraid to admit it.
“Sure,” I said, settling back down and closing my eyes. My cock was throbbing so hard it was painful but I did my best to ignore it. I’d be glad when this job was over. I’d had guns held in my face before, I’d been tied to a chair and had three men kick the shit out of me, I’d been trapped in a burning department store with my hands cuffed together but I’d survived all of those things. They were nothing compared to this. Resisting fucking her was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.
“Daddy,” she whispered a minute later. “Are you still awake?”
I thought about ignoring her but I couldn’t do it. “What is it?”
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
“Looking afte
r me.”
“It’s my job.”
“And for letting me go see Ben.”
“Get some sleep.”
“What if he doesn’t want to speak to me?”
I sighed. What was I supposed to say? “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“I hope so.” She paused for a second, then added, “Night, night, Daddy.”
“Good night Isabel.”
“You can call me Izzy if you like.”
“I thought you didn’t like that.”
“How did you know that?”
“On the bus, you told that man not to call you Izzy.”
“You were listening?”
“Of course I was listening.”
“Well, you’re not him. You can call me Izzy if you want to.”
“Then good night, Izzy.”
“Night, night, Daddy.”
SIXTEEN
JAKE
I didn’t sleep for a long time. I heard her breathing change as she drifted off to sleep, turned towards me on the bed, curled up in a fetal position, her thumb in her mouth. She’d done that when she’d fallen asleep on the bus. Did she know she did it? It made her look even more innocent than ever. An anger grew inside me as I thought about her walking down the aisle next to Kingsley Matteo, spending her life with him.
I remembered when I first met Kingsley, he was only a kid then, kicking one of the guard dogs in the garden when he thought no one was watching. Had his father made him like that or was he born that way?
He was very different to his father, only cruel when he thought people were looking. Tony didn’t need people to know he was cruel, he just was.
Should I take her home to a future that would be miserable in so many ways? Or should I defy Tony and risk my life to stop her having to marry someone who would destroy her innocence?
I’d defied Tony only once before and that was when I first met him. I was not much older than Isabel, twenty years old and drunk in a bar. I spent most of my late teens and early twenties drunk. If you’d had a childhood like mine, drunk was the best way of dealing with it.
I was sitting on a bar stool in a dive, a dive that has long since been demolished. Back then it was common knowledge that it was a dodgy bar. I didn’t know that. All I knew was that I was walking the streets and I had a fiver left in my pocket which was enough for one more drink, maybe two if I was lucky. It was a bitterly cold night and it looked warm in there.
I sat on the stool and ignored those around me, they could stare at the stinking tramp all they liked. They had homes to go to. They had lives. Fuck ‘em was my position at the time. Pretty much the same as my position now.
The first I knew about Tony Matteo was when a man tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to find a gorilla in a suit looking back down at me. “Move,” he said, his voice gravel deep.
“Go to hell,” I snapped, shoving his hand off my shoulder.
He grabbed me again. “That’s my boss’s seat. You better not be in it when he walks in.”
Fuck off,” I hissed, picking up my drink and draining it. “Hit me again,” I said to the barman.
“Listen bud,” the gorilla said, shoving me off the seat. “You got one chance to walk out of here with your legs working.”
I almost fell but managed to stop myself, turning to face him as two mirror image gorillas appeared next to him. The three of them stood in line and I almost laughed, they looked so identical.
“Are you triplets?” I asked, taking a step back towards the stool.
The nearest goon reached out towards me but I’d had enough of his shit. I grabbed his hand as it turned into a fist, twisting it in my arm, bringing him towards me. Catching him off balance made it easier to spin round, bringing him with me. As we moved, I reached up to his shoulders, shoving down hard so he smacked his head into the bar, his skull bouncing off it with a satisfying crack. That was his nose broken then.
The other two were on me a second later as the first was still slumping downwards. They were strong but they weren’t strong enough. I let them think they’d got me, sliding down between them as if I was passing out. Their grip loosened just enough for me to get on my knees. I punched the first in the balls and then lashed out at the ankle of the second with my other hand a moment later. As ball pain folded, I got an uppercut on his chin whilst getting to my feet, sending him crashing into the table behind him. The second was on his back already and before he could get up, I slammed my heel into his stomach, sending a wheezing gasp of air out of his lungs as his eyes bulged in pain.
Nose break was moaning behind me so I lashed backwards with my foot, hoping he wasn’t too far back. I connected with some part of him that was soft, a part that made him cry out in that weird way tough men do when they’re in pain and then I turned to find him back on the floor.
“Another drink,” I said to the barman, sitting back on the stool, sliding my glass across to him, ignoring the groans of the three men on the floor around me.
I heard a barking laugh behind me and spun round expecting more trouble. A man in his forties was laughing in the doorway. He wore a suit that was out of place in the surroundings, his hands clapping loudly as he approached me.
“You next?” I asked, clenching my fist ready.
“Keep the seat,” he replied, sliding onto the stool next to me. “You earned it. Whatever he wants is on me.”
The barman poured me another whisky and I drained it in one. “Thanks,” I grunted to the man who was still smiling at me.
“Tony Matteo,” he said, holding his hand out towards me before flicking his head away. “Gareth, will you stop moaning and go wait in the car. You’ve embarrassed me enough this evening.”
Nose Break staggered away, still holding his bleeding face. “No one’s done that before,” Tony added, facing me again. “Where’d you learn to fight like that?”
I shrugged. “Nowhere special.”
“I could use a man like you. Not looking for work are you?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether you’re buying me another drink.”
He barked out the laugh again and that was that. I was in. Within a week I was one of his gorillas, wearing the same suit at the others. The three I’d beaten up didn’t hold it against me which was just as well as I had to work with them for a long time before I was trusted to take on any jobs on my own.
It had been a good career too, until Isabel came along. I’d done what I was told and got paid handsomely for it. But could I do this particular job? Could I take her back to Kingsley who lazed around the Matteo place doing very little else?
I looked at Isabel for a last time before closing my eyes. I’d make my mind up in the morning. Sleep on it and see how I felt when I woke up. One thing I knew for certain, whichever decision I made, it was going to spell trouble for someone.
SEVENTEEN
ISABEL
I woke up to find myself alone in the bedroom. Daddy was nowhere to be seen. It felt strange to think how natural it was to call him Daddy. I’d had a distinctly none Daddy dream about him during the night though. When I got out of the shower and saw the door was open, my first thought was that he’d opened it.
But then I saw him looking so peaceful in the blankets on the floor, his eyes closed, and I changed my mind. The door must have swung open which was my fault for forgetting to lock it.
I couldn’t help touching myself while I was in the shower, imagining him coming in and taking me there and then, him not caring that his clothes became soaked, just bending me over and thrusting straight into me, filling the aching emptiness in my pussy that yearned for him.
When he’d told me he was going to spank me down in the reception, I’d made the mistake of believing him, getting it into my head that he was going to do the thing that I couldn’t stop thinking about, tear off my clothes, spank my ass until it was red, then take me in the way I knew he would.
It would be rough, it would be sweaty, it
would be hard, and it would be perfect. It was that thought that brought me to orgasm in the shower. Then I found out the door was open. Could he have seen me? But he was asleep when I came out. Maybe that was for the best.
I’d gone to sleep with my pussy throbbing with desire, wetness coating it as I had to resist touching myself a second time, not knowing if he was genuinely asleep or not or what he’d do if he heard me with my fingers inside myself.
In my dreams things had gone differently. He’d brought me up to the bedroom and then I’d showered. But as I stepped out of the bathroom, he’d told me to drop the towel and I’d shaken my head, too shy to do as I was told.
“Are you disobeying me?” he said and I could only nod in answer.
He was over to me in seconds, tearing the towel away and shoving me over the bed, my ass pointing towards him. “Don’t you ever disobey me,” he said, his hand slamming down on my buttocks a second later.
I gasped at the sting of his spanking, squirming in place as he rained blows down on me. He didn’t stop until I begged him to, his hand shoving my legs apart as my chest hitched and my breathing slowed.
His hand went to my pussy a second later, finding how wet I was, tasting me with his tongue, shoving his head between my legs, widening me with his fingers before standing up and whipping out his enormous cock. He pinned me down on the bed with the sheer weight of his body, his cock stretching me so much it was almost unbearable. I was on the verge of orgasm, his cock spasming inside me, when I woke up, my whole body tingling with desire.
I wasn’t sure where he’d gone but the door was locked from the outside. It was such an old fashioned place, the lock was the same as the front door of a house. It needed a key and he’d obviously taken it with him. The windows wouldn’t open so I was stuck until he came back. Not only that but my clothes weren’t in the bathroom. I was naked and trapped.
I should have felt scared but I didn’t. The dream was still drifting through my mind and I ended up back in bed, listening for any sign of movement outside the room. I couldn’t hear a thing.
