Don't Touch

by Lucy Wild

  “Oh, fuck,” he muttered as he buried himself in me, his mouth falling open.

  I felt his cock twitch and jerk inside me and then he came, hot cum spurting out of him and filling me to capacity. He continued to throb even after he’d climaxed, my body responding by gripping him tightly, trying to draw him deeper into me as he slowly slid back out.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said again, collapsing onto the carpet next to me.

  “That was amazing,” I said, slipping my fingers into his as he began kissing my neck again. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  I looked across at Tilly, her eyes half closed as she looked back at me. We’d managed to climb up off the floor, collapsing into bed together and lying silent for some time, my breathing returning to normal as her fingers traced lines across my chest.

  “That wasn’t quite what I had planned for this weekend.”

  “Me neither,” she replied, smiling as she rolled onto her side, wrapping her leg over my hips. I could feel the heat of her body against me, the sensation mixing with the softness of her skin to make me want to scoop her up and hold her, never let her go.

  “I guess you’ve got enough to go back and get your fifty grand now.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t do that to you, not now.”

  “Not going to tell him I’m into some really fucked up shit?”

  “I don’t think it’s fucked up. I think it’s fun.”

  “Really?” I looked at her closely to see if she was lying.

  “I’m enjoying being your little girl, Daddy.”

  “God, you’re incredible,” I said, reaching across and kissing her, feeling my cock twitch as her soft lips pressed against mine. “You know what little girls do after getting dirty?”

  “What?”

  “They have a bath to get clean.”

  “Oh, really?”

  I sat up, taking her hand in mine and pulling her from the bed before kissing her again. “Come with me.”

  She followed closely behind as I walked her through to my bathroom. I let go of her hand to turn the taps on, spinning round to face her as the tub slowly began to fill. She looked so beautiful, standing naked with her arms folded across her chest, her cheeks still flushed.

  “What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”

  “I’m going to help my little Tilly get clean,” I said, guiding her into the bath. As she stepped in, I looked down at her ass, unable to take my eyes off it until she sank beneath the water. “Any bubbles?” she asked, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.

  “I’m sure I can find something,” I replied, rummaging amongst the bottles on the shelf. “Here we are.”

  Pouring the bubble mix into the water, I was rewarded by the sound of her giggling. Foam began to build up around her as I picked up a cloth and knelt next to the bath. “Arm out,” I said, dipping the cloth into the water. I ran it from her wrist to her shoulder, working my way back slowly, making sure not to miss an inch of her. Moving round the tub, I did the same to her other arm. “Lie back,” I told her, sitting at the top of the tub, glad it was a claw foot bath as that meant I could move anywhere I needed and where I needed to be at that moment was behind her head.

  I ran the cloth down her neck to her chest as she closed her eyes and sighed, her nipples hardening under my touch. I toyed with them, teasing her by stroking the cloth back and forth across them.

  Slowly, I worked my way lower, cleaning her stomach before dipping under the water. “Lift your left leg over that side. And your right leg over this side. That’s it, good girl.”

  With her legs draped over either side of the bath, I was able to run the cloth from her ankles up to her thighs, stopping just short of the place I most wanted to touch, knowing that it would be all the more intense when I finally reached her pussy.

  She let out a groan of frustration when I told her to get on all fours but her torment turned into delight when I ran the cloth over her back, sliding it down between the cheeks of her ass, unable to stop staring at her pale skin, the coating of water reflecting the light as I brushed slightly harder over her tiny puckered hole, listening to hear how she reacted to such intimacy. I had thought she might tell me to stop, feeling that was a step too far. Instead she pushed her hips back towards me until I could have reached out and dipped my tongue into her if I wanted.

  Instead I stood up. “Don’t move,” I said, crossing back to the shelf and picking up the bottle of lube. I squirted a portion onto my hand and rubbed it into my fingers as I walked back to her, marvelling at her natural submission, the way she remained in place purely because I had told her to.

  I began playing with her ass, gently at first and then with a firmer touch, struggling to get a grip with my hands so slippery. She didn’t make a sound until my finger slid down the valley between her buttocks. As I moved downwards, she let out a sigh that became a moan, growing in volume when I circled her puckered hole.

  I moved my other hand between her legs, finding her clit and stroking it softly, watching to see how she moved as I continued to tease her ass.

  “That feels nice,” she muttered. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m about to do this,” I replied, dipping the tip of my index finger into her ass. My cock hardened as I saw my digit vanish from view, her ass gripping it tightly as she let out a little shriek of surprise.

  I held still for a moment, wanting her to get used to the sensation. But within seconds of me stopping, she was pushing her hips back towards me, my finger disappearing into her ass. “Fuck, that feels so good,” she said, her voice so deep it was almost a growl. “I never knew it could feel so good.”

  I didn’t move, letting her rock back and forth onto my finger as I watched. As she began to pant for breath I started fucking her ass with my finger, my other hand rubbing faster across her clit, the water splashing around her legs as her body started tensing up. I could tell she was getting close so I slowed down, teasing her further until she was moaning with need and then I decided to torment her a little.

  With my finger buried in her ass, I concentrated on her clit, staring between her legs at the opening folds of her pussy, the pink inner flesh making my hard on twitch between my legs. Just as she seemed on the verge of an orgasm, I slid my finger out of her, standing up and looking down as she turned her head, a bewildered expression on her face. “Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice a mixture of fear and frustration. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “On your knees,” I said, folding my arms to wait as she moved in the bath, kneeling before me, her hands gripping the side of the tub.

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “You’re going to do something to me,” I replied. “Something all good little girls do. Open your mouth.”

  She shook her head and a flare of anger crossed my mind. “Are you refusing to obey me?”

  “I won’t be any good. I’ve never done it before.”

  “Never done what?”

  “That,” she said, nodding towards my cock.

  “You’ve never sucked cock?”

  She shook her head. “Do you hate me?”

  “Of course not,” I smiled. “I’ll tell you what to do.”

  “I’m not sure, I don’t want to let you down.”

  “You’ll do it or I’ll spank you. She looked shocked at first and my insides froze as I waited. Then she nodded, a slight nod, but enough to reassure me she was going to obey me, at least for now.

  I moved towards her, taking hold of her head with my left hand, gripping my shaft with my right. I pressed the tip of me towards her mouth and her lips parted automatically. I hovered just on the edge of her tongue, stroking my shaft while she stared up at me with a growing hunger in her eyes.

  Holding her head in place made it easy for me to push myself into her mouth. I watched her the entire time, feeling her tongue gliding across the underside of my shaft until I was almost totally buried in her mouth. “Good girl,” I said, pulling
back out after a couple of seconds, watching her gasp for air. “You’re a natural.”

  “I am?”

  I didn’t let her say anything else. As I pushed myself back into her mouth, I had an overwhelming sense of power and ownership wash over me. It was as if she existed just to please me and it was a feeling I wanted to hold onto as tightly as I held her head in place, both hands behind her ears, driving into her mouth, watching her nostrils flare, her eyes still fixed on mine.

  The sounds of her half choking made me realise it had been too long and I pulled back, again letting her breathe before sliding in once more. Her tongue began to play with me, her lips lunging forwards to kiss the tip of me each time I pulled free. “Fuck, that’s good,” I said as I began to thrust faster into her mouth, the wetness on her tongue bringing me ever closer to an orgasm.

  When I knew I couldn’t last any longer, I pulled free, lifting her to her feet. Spinning her round, I bent her forwards, thrusting into her in a single motion, almost sending us both tumbling onto the floor. She screamed as I filled her, slamming back against me again and again.

  “Oh fuck,” I muttered, looking down to see my shaft coated in her wetness as it came into view and then vanished a second later. I felt her pussy tightening around my cock and then she cried out as her orgasm hit her.

  The sight of it was enough to push me over the edge and as her pussy contracted round my cock, I came, spurting deep inside her, feeling her insides continue to spasm as her orgasm seemed to go on and on, our bodies becoming melded together. She was mine in that moment. I didn’t care how long it lasted, only that for that split second, she was totally and completely in my spell, and I in hers.

  Only when my climax had faded completely did I slide free from her, lifting her to her feet and holding her against me, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. Neither of us said anything, we didn’t need to.

  My hands slid down her back to her ass and I groped it slowly as she sighed with happiness. To think, I hadn’t known she existed a week ago and now she was pressed naked against me. I’d just had my finger in her ass, I’d buried myself in her mouth, having to resist coming all over her face, needing to do it inside her again, a primal need that I had no control over.

  It was unlike any sex I’d ever had. In the club, I’d enjoyed myself, sure, but I’d never felt any real kind of connection with any of the members in there.

  She was different. This was different. I had taken a risk inviting her into my life but the gamble had paid off handsomely. Breathing in the sweet scent of her was payment enough but to be able to kiss her, to hold her, to have her melt into my arms, it was a sensation like nothing I’d ever known. If only it had lasted.

  Chapter Sixteen

  When my phone beeped, I was laid in bed, thinking how different things were to a week earlier. Last Saturday I’d been curled up in an armchair, reading about Heathcliff and his Cathy. This Saturday, I had my own Heathcliff just a few feet away. He had insisted we sleep in separate beds and somehow that made me feel closer to him.

  He was such a contradiction of a person, old fashioned but modern, stern but gentle, powerful but vulnerable, everything I wanted in a brooding hero. But he wasn’t in one of my books, vanishing when I turned the page. He was real and I was in his house, my body still tingling from what he’d done to me.

  I wasn’t a virgin anymore. It was a strange feeling. I’d thought that having sex for the first time would make me feel more grown up. But with my hair still in bunches and the frilly nighty covering my skin, surrounded by murals of castles and princesses, I didn’t feel more grown up, I felt younger.

  I’d fitted into the role of his little girl so easily. Being bathed by him hadn’t felt strange, that was the strangest thing about it. It had felt good, it had felt right, it had felt like I should always let him bath me, clean me, take care of me.

  He’d taught me so much in such a short space of time, I wouldn’t have thought it was possible. I’d had sex, I’d had a cock in my mouth, I’d even had his finger in my bottom. I blushed at the thought. When I moved in bed, there was a slight response from the nerve endings back there, a faint echo of what he’d done, reminding me how it had felt.

  I was a different person from the one who’d arrived yesterday. I understood why Alison liked anal sex. Sure, it hurt when he’d put a finger in my bottom, sort of. But it wasn’t a bad kind of pain. It was like a deeper feeling, one that hit a part of the brain that didn’t know the difference between pleasure and pain, it felt more intense than I’d thought. Not only that but as he’d slipped his finger in, there was a real sense that it was a naughty thing to do, a forbidden thing that shouldn’t be allowed.

  It all added up to drive me insane when he stopped me on the edge of orgasm. When he told me I had to suck his cock or be spanked, I wondered if he knew how torn I was. Part of me wanted to taste him, to know how it would feel to have him fill my mouth. But the thought of him bending me over to spank me was equally intoxicating.

  I was still throbbing from what he’d done when he dried me, dressing me in what he thought best, a blue pinafore dress that suited me perfectly, though without a bra my nipples rubbed on the fabric as he took me downstairs to cook a lunch that I can only describe as seduction by food. It was amazing.

  It all blurred together after that. I don’t know how long we spent naked together but by the time he finally put me to bed, I was utterly exhausted. I was on the verge of falling asleep when the phone rudely reminded me that the external world still existed. I groped for it, squinting in the dark as I read the message from Alison.

  Where are you? Don’t tell me you’re out without me. I might have a heart attack.

  I’m at Mr Radcliffe’s house.

  Bullshit. Where are you really?

  I am, I promise.

  Prove it.

  I sighed, switching on the bedside light a second later. Sitting up, I loaded my phone’s camera, taking a photo of the mural on the far wall. I sent the picture, lying back down and hoping she’d not badger me much longer. I was too tired.

  What is that?

  My bedroom.

  It looks like a little girl’s room.

  Well, I think it’s cool. Can I go to sleep now?

  Hang on. There’s something you’re not telling me. Have you fucked him?

  I’m not answering that.

  You have! OMG Have you handed in your V card at last?

  Go away Alison.

  What’s eating you?

  I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.

  It’s only ten.

  Goodnight Alison.

  Wow, you get yourself a surrogate father and you don’t need your best friend anymore.

  It’s nothing like that, I’m just tired.

  Forget it, I don’t care. Sleep well with Daddy.

  I switched my phone off. I didn’t want her to say anything else. I’d been in such a good mood and she’d managed to ruin it in just a few minutes. The worst part was thinking that she might be right. What if that was why I felt so strongly about him? I was a Daddy issue cliché, not just a DD/lg fan. Questions raced through my mind one after another and I sank into the bed, pulling the blankets around me as I cocooned myself within them.

  Without really knowing why, I suddenly burst into tears. They seemed to come from nowhere and I could do nothing but let them fall. I felt furious and upset all at once. Angry with Alison for telling me things I didn’t want to think about, angry at myself for not having seen it, angry at my phone for ruining my mood.

  I was still crying when the bedroom door opened and Mr Radcliffe appeared, his face a picture of concern. “Are you all right?” he asked, taking a tentative step towards me.

  “I’m fine,” I snapped, waving him away.

  “You’re clearly not,” he said, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. “What’s the matter? Has something happened?”

  “It’s nothing,” I said, sniffing loudly and wiping my eyes. �
�I’m fine.”

  “Course you are,” he said, sliding up onto the bed until he was leaning on the headboard. He patted his chest and I shuffled across to him, snuggling up to him as he wrapped his arms round me. I started crying again and I couldn’t stop. I sobbed into his chest as he held me without saying a word.

  “I’m sorry,” I managed to splutter.

  “Hush,” he replied, stroking my hair softly. “Hush, little Tilly. It’s all right, Daddy’s here.” Slowly my eyes began to close.

  The next thing I knew, I was tucked up in bed, the blankets wrapped around me, the room in darkness. I felt for him but he wasn’t there. I must have fallen asleep in his arms, though I didn’t remember doing it. My head hurt from crying and I lay on my back, my eyes closed, hoping I’d be able to get back to sleep. I can’t begin to describe the conflict in my head. I felt like I’d gone from being a pretty centred and calm person to the world’s most irrational woman. I wanted him to look after me, I wanted him to be my Daddy. But I also felt a strange certainty that it was wrong to want that. The subtext in Alison’s message made that feeling all the worse. It was a long time before I was able to fall asleep again.

  I woke up the next morning inexplicably feeling better. I don’t know about you but no matter how bad I feel at night, no matter how miserable or angry or upset, I always feel better when I wake up. Problems that seemed insurmountable the night before seem much smaller in the daylight.

  I sat up and yawned, blinking away the sleep as I leaned across to pick up my phone. I put it down again a second later. It was better off left untouched. If I turned it on, I’d no doubt that Alison would have sent more messages. I couldn’t handle them until I’d at least had some breakfast.

  There was always the chance that Mr Mitchell might have messaged me as well. I didn’t know how I could tell him I had no intention of betraying my new Daddy. It meant saying goodbye to the fifty thousand though. That brought on a fresh bout of anxiety. I’d be letting down the foundation for my own selfish ends. Was that the right thing to do? Was my own happiness worth letting down so many children? Was I ruining their lives to make sure I didn’t ruin Mr Radcliffe’s?