Don't Touch

by Lucy Wild

  “Say something,” she said. “For crying out loud, say something.”

  “I’m glad you came back,” I said, getting to my feet and holding my hand out towards her. “I missed you.”

  “I missed you too,” she said, adding in a whisper, “Daddy.”

  I looked down at her as she threw her arms round me. “My little Tilly.” I held her in place, breathing her in. I’ve no idea how long we remained like that but finally she pulled away, looking up at me with innocent eyes that didn’t match what she said. “I think I need a spanking for being bad.”

  “Oh, really?” I replied, raising my eyebrows. “Ready to submit to Daddy?”

  “I am,” she said, turning away from me and bending over her chair. “Your little girl is ready.”

  I brought my hand down on the back of her skirt a second later, her mouth letting out a squeal of surprise as I did so. Within a few smacks, her skirt was annoying me so I lifted it to her hips, seeing her ruffled knickers underneath and smiling at the sight.

  “I wore them for you, Daddy,” she said, looking back over her shoulder.

  “I’m glad,” I replied, yanking them down to her thighs. “Very glad.”

  I spanked her until her ass was bright red and my hand stung. With each blow, she let out a shriek but she didn’t move away, she didn’t tell me to stop. She didn’t leave. She submitted until I was done.

  I soothed the burning heat of her bottom afterwards, first with my hand and then with cool cream. As I caressed her buttocks, she spread her legs slowly apart and I saw her pussy was glistening with wetness.

  I was undressed a minute later, unable to wait any longer before taking her. She remained in place as I rubbed cream onto my hard on, using it as lubrication to slide between her legs. I eased my way into her pussy, sliding as far into her as I could, listening to her gasps of pleasure as I thrust back and forth.

  I didn’t remain there long. I kept glancing at her ass and wanting more. Easing out of her, I moved the tip of my cock upwards between her buttocks, prodding forwards until the head pushed itself inside her ass.

  She let out a groan and I froze in place, waiting for her to widen to fit me inside. It didn’t take long. Soon I was easing myself deeper into her ass, watching my cock vanish inside her. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said in a low voice.

  She pushed her hips back against me and then I was all the way in her ass. Pulling back, I thrust in a little quicker, gripping her hips to hold her in place. It was the most exquisite sensation, her tightness drawing me in, bringing close to climax in no time at all.

  I couldn’t move slowly any longer. I lost control of my body, lust taking over. Picking up speed, I fucked her ass while letting out deep growls of satisfaction. “That feels so fucking good,” I said as she glanced back at me.

  “Come in me, Daddy,” she said. “I want to feel it in my ass.”

  “Oh, fuck,” I said, burying myself in her. As I did so, she began to shake and I realised she was close too. Another thrust and we came, her first but only beating me by a moment. The contractions of her muscles as she pulsated around me was enough to tip me over the edge and I spurted cum into her, filling her ass, my body sagging against her, my hips pressed to her buttocks.

  Afterwards, I bathed her, washing her as I had done when she’d first come to my house. She smiled dotingly up at me throughout, planting kisses on me whenever I was close enough. We spent the rest of the evening cuddling up together, her in a dressing gown and me naked beside her.

  It was nearly midnight before I took her to bed, kissing her goodnight before switching out the light and crossing the landing to my room.

  I’d barely climbed into bed before she appeared in the doorway. “What are you doing out of bed?” I asked, looking up at her as she shuffled her feet on the spot.

  “I want to sleep with you tonight, Daddy,” she said, walking over to me. She looked nervous, as if she thought I might send her away.

  I didn’t. I lifted my blankets and in she came, snuggling up to me in a way that told me everything I needed to know. All the doubts, all the confusion, it all fell away and all that was left was me and her.

  It was the best night’s sleep I ever had. I woke up just once in the night, to find her curled up next to me, breathing softly. I fell asleep again with a broad smile on my face, waking up the next morning feeling better than I had in years.

  I tiptoed out of bed, leaving her asleep while I went downstairs to prepare breakfast. She appeared a few minutes later, looking adorable as she yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Good morning, Daddy” she said, throwing her arms around me. “Ooh, waffles.”

  It was only when she’d finished eating that I remembered the vote. “Are you all right?” she asked, seeing my smile fade.

  “It’s the board meeting today.”

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “I’ll make a lot of enemies if I don’t agree to sell.”

  “So what. We all have enemies.”

  I smiled. She had a way of simplifying it to make the problem seem utterly insignificant.

  “Just go, say no, then leave,” she said, picking up her orange juice and draining the glass.

  “Just like that?”

  “They’re depending on you to do the right thing.”

  She was right. All I had to do was go to the meeting, say no, then leave. “I’ll set off after breakfast,” I said, picking up another slice of toast.

  “We’ll set off,” she replied.

  “You want to come with me?”

  She nodded. “You wouldn’t leave your little girl home on her own, would you?”

  My phone beeped and I looked down at it on the table. “Oh,” I said, seeing the number.

  “Oh?”

  “It’s our mutual friend.”

  “Who, Alison?”

  I shook my head. “It’s Mitchell.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I couldn’t stop looking at him as he drove. He looked furious. “What did he say?” I asked again.

  He hadn’t been willing to tell me what happened during his phone call with Mr Mitchell. He’d taken the phone off to his study, closing the door and leaving me to guess what they might have talked about.

  We got to the office and he left me trailing behind as he marched inside. By the time I’d caught up, he was already in the lift and I barely made it before the doors closed.

  I glanced up at him but his eyes were fixed forwards and I thought better than to try and talk to him. Was this what he was like when he was nervous or had Mr Mitchell somehow found out about him without my help?

  He stepped out on the eighth floor and was in the boardroom a minute later, leaving me looking nervously through the glass at him. I couldn’t hear what they were saying in there but it sounded serious, the people sat around the table all looking up at him as he talked, brandishing a piece of paper in his hand.

  It was an hour before he came out and the entire time, I felt I barely breathed more than once. I had no idea what he was doing in there. Was he being blackmailed into giving away the company? Why hadn’t he told me what Mr Mitchell had said to him?

  When he finally came out, he looked at me and I looked back at him. “Tell me then,” I said, hitting him in the chest. “Stop being a dick and tell me.”

  “Tell you what? Tell you that your friend tried his damnedest to get me to sell? That you lied to me?”

  “What? What are you talking about?”

  “I asked you if anyone came in the office when you were on the punishment stool. Do you remember what you told me?”

  “No, I…”

  “You told me no one came in.”

  “They didn’t.”

  “Then who the hell saw you in there?”

  “You did. Look, what’s all this about?”

  “I’m going to ask you a straight question and I want a straight answer. Did anyone come in when you were on the stool?”

  “No one.”

  “Are y
ou sure?”

  “You came in.”

  “I know I came in,” he snapped. “I came to get you when your time was up.”

  “Not then. In the middle.”

  “What?”

  “You opened the door and looked in for a second.”

  “No, I didn’t.”

  “You did. You opened the door and I said ‘Is that you, Daddy?’ and then you walked out again.”

  “You’re sure.”

  “Positive. Look, what’s this all about?”

  “Come on. We’ve got someone to see.”

  “But the vote. What did you do? Did you sell? Please tell me you didn’t sell.”

  “I didn’t sell,” he replied, stepping into the lift. “Ah, Susie, good to see you.”

  His assistant smiled, giving me a polite nod. “Nice to see you again, Natalie.”

  “Susie,” Mr Radcliffe continued in a strange voice. “I’m glad I caught you.”

  “Oh, yes,” she replied. “The vote was today, wasn’t it? How did it go?”

  “I turned the offer down.”

  “You did?” She looked pale as she turned to face him. “You turned it down?”

  “I did.”

  There was a silence that lasted until the door opened and we stepped out on the ground floor. Susie remained in the lift. “Not getting out?” Mr Radcliffe asked.

  “No, I…I forgot something.”

  “You did. You forgot that we’re the only two people with keycards to my office. How much did he offer you?”

  “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Clear out your desk. I want you gone by the end of the day.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “I never kid.”

  “You…you can’t do that. You can’t just fire me without cause.”

  “How about industrial espionage. Is that enough of a good cause for you?”

  He spun round, heading for the door. I followed him, jogging to catch up. “What was that about?” I asked as we made our way out to the street.

  “I didn’t check on you while you were on the stool.”

  “So?”

  “So Susie did. She’s the mole. She’s the one that told Mitchell.”

  “Told him what?”

  “That I had a little girl being punished in my office.”

  “What? Me? Did he mean me?”

  “He did. And now he’s going to see what happens when I get angry. I’ve kept his secret long enough. Time it came out.”

  The sound of his voice scared me. His driving scared me too, tearing through the streets on the short journey to Williams and Mitchell. He left the car on double yellows, walking past the doorman who shouted after him. “You can’t leave that there. I’ll have it towed if you leave that there.”

  Mr Radcliffe paused only to throw the keys to the doorman. “So tow it,” he shouted over to him before turning to the door and pushing his way inside.

  It felt surreal being back in the building. It felt like a lifetime since I was last here, the grinning receptionist still behind her desk. The lift that I’d used before I even knew Mason Radcliffe existed.

  We crossed to the lift, stepping out a minute later and retracing my steps through to Mr Mitchell’s office, ignoring his assistant who shouted, “You can’t go in there. Excuse me!”

  Mr Mitchell was sat behind his desk. “Ah,” he said with a grin, his cheeks an even deeper shade of purple than last time I saw him. “I wondered if you might pop in. Come to meet your new boss?”

  “I voted no.”

  “What? You’re lying.”

  “Call them and ask. They took the vote early after I told them all about you.”

  “What? What did you tell them about me?”

  “The truth.”

  “The truth is a funny thing, Mason. The truth about you for example, that would be a funny thing to get in the papers, wouldn’t it?”

  Mr Radcliffe shrugged. “That’s up to you.”

  “You’re happy for the world to know you’re a sick pervert who likes pretending to be a father to women dressed up as little girls? Think that’s normal, do you?”

  “That’s the difference between me and you, Damien.”

  “What, I’ve got a reputation left and you haven’t?”

  “I’m happy to stand on the rooftops and shout that she’s my little princess. Would you be so happy for your past to be splashed over the papers?”

  “What past?”

  “I know about the affair, Damien.”

  Mr Mitchell’s smile didn’t fade but his eyes flashed fear for just a second. “I’ve never had an affair.”

  “No, you haven’t. But my mother has, hasn’t she?”

  “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “She was fourteen when you first slept with her, you sick fuck.”

  “That’s a hell of an accusation, you better have some proof before you go saying things like that.”

  “She left a suicide note.”

  All the colour drained from Mr Mitchell’s face. “What?”

  “You didn’t know that, did you? I never told anyone about the note. She wrote it just for me, telling me the truth. She wrote about meeting you, about the way you showed her the exciting life, spent money on her, made her feel special.”

  “I…I…you’re bluffing.”

  “Maybe I am. Or maybe I showed the board her note and maybe I’ll show your shareholders and maybe they won’t want someone like you in charge of their company. They might not like the damage to their reputation if those rumours started to spread and your share price started to drop. What do you reckon?”

  “You wouldn’t. You didn’t.” He looked as if he might pass out, the words mere whispers.

  “Rumours are funny things, Damien. They swirl round everyone, don’t they?”

  Mr Radcliffe turned to me, taking my hand and leading me from the office. We walked back past knots of people deep in conversation, ignoring them all. Only when we were outside did he stop.

  “I’m sorry you had to hear all that,” he said, making me want to hit him in frustration.

  “Are you kidding?” I said, turning to look at him. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Nothing at all.”

  “I’m fucked up, Tilly. I’m a fucked up person in a fucked up world. I never knew. I should have known but I didn’t. I only found out when it was too late.”

  “Tell me something.”

  “What?”

  “Was what you said true? Did all that really happen?”

  He pulled a piece of folded paper out of his pocket, handing it to me. I glanced down at the note, the tear stained words burning into my soul. “I’m so sorry,” I said, handing it back. “It must have been awful for you.” The words bounced around in my head. Beaten by her husband, sleazed on by Damien. Unable to cope with the shame of her past.

  He sighed. “My dad thought he was a Dom. He wasn’t. He was just a bully.”

  “But I don’t get it.”

  “What don’t you get?”

  “Any of it. It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

  “I’ll tell you once but then I don’t want to talk about it again. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  “My mum met Mitchell when she was fourteen. He had his fun with her for a while and then fucked off. He reappeared a few years later and wheedled his way back into her life. By then, she’d met my father, and he said he’d protect her from Mitchell.”

  “But he didn’t?”

  “He turned out to be just as bad. Mitchell hung round like a bad smell, hoping to find a way to take over the company. Thought he’d lost her so wanted revenge on my father. The things people do in this world, eh? I had to watch my own dad beat my mum and I could do nothing to stop it. Sure, I looked after her as best I could but when my father died I thought we were safe at last. But then Mitchell still hung round, badgering her to be with him. I had to take over the business and I wasn’t there for
her to talk to. She was at home on her own with her thoughts and his calls and they got too much for her.”

  He fell silent and I looked at him, my heart bursting with compassion.

  “Why not confront Mitchell before?”

  “Because I didn’t want to admit I’d failed her. I’d have to admit it was all happening behind my back and I was oblivious. I felt ashamed, Natalie.”

  “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “I wish I felt that way.”

  “You’ve done the right thing.” It was my turn to fall silent as I realised something. “You need taking care of. You need looking after.”

  “That’s not your job.”

  “No, but if I let you take care of me, I’m taking care of you.”

  “I suppose you’re right,” he replied and I was glad I’d been able to distract him for at least a little while. “I never really thought of it that way. So you’re saying you’ll let me look after you?”

  “I will,” I said. “And that way, I’ll look after you.”

  “Well, in that spirit, you wouldn’t happen to have any money for a taxi, would you?”

  “What, Mr Millionaire can’t afford a cab?”

  “I might have left my wallet at home.”

  “And your car?”

  “Might have been towed away.”

  “Come on then,” I said. “I suppose I can sub you the bus fare home.”

  “You’re very kind,” he replied, taking my hand in his as we began to walk, turning the corner and leaving the offices of Williams and Mitchell behind us for the very last time.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “I haven’t sat on the back seat of a bus for years,” I said, snuggling up next to him as he stared out of the window. “I feel so naughty.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been on a bus before,” he replied, looking back at me. “What’s so special about the back seat anyway?”

  “It’s where all the bad boys used to sit on the way to school. The bad girls too.”

  “Is that why you chose it?”

  “What, do you think I’m a bad girl?”

  “You have your moments.”

  “I’m a very good girl and you know it.”

  “Oh, really,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “Good girls do what they’re told.”