by Daisy March
“Sorry, Daddy.”
My cellphone burst into life as we walked into the cabin. I picked it up off the kitchen counter. Seven missed calls from Greg.
“David,” the voice at the other end said. “I’ve been trying to call.”
“So I see. Tell me it’s good news.”
“They’ve set up a sale for the watch.”
“When?”
“Tonight.”
“Where?”
“Not sure yet but they told me they’d give it back to you in exchange for her.”
I gripped the cellphone so tightly I could hear it cracking in my fist. “All right. Tell them yes. Set up a meeting.”
“You sure about this?”
“Do it. Let me know a time and a place.”
I hung up, turning to find Susie nowhere to be seen. I heard the toilet flush a moment later and then she emerged from the bathroom. “All okay?” she asked. “You look angry.”
“Your friends want to exchange you for the watch. Why do they want you back so badly?”
Her shoulders slumped. She crossed to the sofa and threw herself onto it. “Because I know all about the shady stuff they get up to. If I were to tell the police they’d probably go away for a long time.”
“So they want you back to shut you up.”
“Look, I know you didn’t ask for any of this. You don’t have to worry about me, I can look after myself.”
“You can’t and you won’t.” I sat down in the armchair opposite her. “You’ve got me now. I’m going to look after you. I will not let them hurt you.”
She frowned, sitting up straighter. “Why do I sense there’s a but coming?”
“I have a plan for getting the watch back but I’ll need you to play along. Think you can do it?”
“I don’t know. What do I have to do?”
I told her. She didn’t say anything until I was done. “What do you think?” I asked when I finished explaining the plan. “Think you can do it?”
“I’m scared,” she said, holding her arms out.
“What are you scared of?” I asked, pulling her to her feet, wrapping my arms tightly around her body.
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“Look at me, Susie.” Her head tilted back until I could see those sparkling eyes of hers. “You will never lose me, I promise.”
“Okay,” she said with a nod. “I’ll do it.”
I let go of her. “I need to get dressed.”
“Do you have to?” she asked, pouting again.
“I warned you about that sulk. Do you want to go over my knee again?”
“But I like seeing you naked.”
“You’re whining now. Good girls don’t whine.”
“I’m not whining!”
I grabbed her arm, bending her over the sofa, yanking her panties down to her thighs. With her ass on show, I landed a couple of swift spanks on her buttocks before stepping back from her, ignoring the stiffening of my cock.
“Stay like that while I get dressed,” I said, walking away and not looking back. “It’ll make you think about what happens when you whine.”
I headed through to my bedroom. She wouldn’t move, I was sure of it. She was already becoming the perfect submissive little. It was clearly the role she was made for, even if she hadn’t know it before she came here.
I dressed quickly in plain jeans and a check shirt. I needed a range of movement in case things turned south and a suit wouldn’t work given that this wasn’t an action movie.
Too many wannabe hard men had their ties grabbed when they were dressed up like James Bond. There was a reason we never wore suits on our missions. I’d save mine for when she really started being bratty.
When I headed back through to the lounge she was exactly where I left her.
“One rule,” I said. “If you choose to stay here with me after this, there will be a safe word. Say it at any time and whatever we’re doing ends immediately.” As I spoke I put my hand on her ass, squeezing it gently.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied.
“How about rock-a-bye?” I asked.
“Whatever you say.”
My hand slid lower, pushing her thighs apart, finding her core, enjoying how wet it felt. “I think you like being disciplined, don’t you?”
“No, Daddy.”
I swatted her ass a second later. “Tell the truth.”
“I…I like it.”
“Good girl.” I returned to her pussy, stroking her clit gently. “You can come as a reward for being honest.”
“Thank you,” she said, rocking in place against my hand. I took my time, teasing her closer and then slowing until she was growling with frustration. “Please, let me come,” she said in a growl.
“No whining,” I snapped back, swatting her ass again. “Come for me, my little sweetie. Come for Daddy.”
“I’m coming!” Her body rocked against my hand, her legs shaking as an orgasm raced through her. I observed it in silence, loving the sight of her abandoning herself to lust.
My cock ached to be in her but it had to wait. We had things to do.
“Now stand up,” I said. “And pull up your panties. It’s time to go get your watch back.”
Chapter Thirteen
Susie
“Nervous?” he asked, looking at me from the driver’s seat.
“A little,” I replied. I had been scared when we first set off but whenever I looked at his face it reassured me. He’d told me he wouldn’t let them hurt me.
We only had to do this one thing and then it would all be over. Me and him could be together.
It had all happened so fast. One minute I was trying to decide whether to go into a clinic to try and get my cough and fever fixed. The next I was out in the middle of the woods with a man who I only had to look at to feel all kinds of dizzy.
So much had gone on it was impossible to take it all in. I thought when I lost my virginity that I’d be more excited.
Don’t get me wrong, I was excited. But it didn’t seem like such a big deal with him. It felt like the start of a journey, not a destination by itself.
My body reminded me what had happened. I could feel where he’d been inside me, where he’d spanked me, where he’d come in me. I’d probably feel it for a couple of days, he was that big.
It felt right. It felt as if there’d been a part of my life that had been missing for a long time and now that part was here.
Was this just a screwed up father figure taking advantage of me?
I only had to look at that face to know that wasn’t the case.
I didn’t want a father figure. What I wanted was a Daddy and he was the one I wanted. Someone to take care of me, make up for the years of hurt and pain on the streets. But also someone to lay down the law and have rules I could follow, nice simple ones like not putting myself down.
Maybe I could break the rules from time to time, if only to enjoy the feel of squirming in his lap, knowing what effect that had on him, how much he liked disciplining me.
I had to stop thinking about it or my panties would be soaked. The forest rolled away as we drove until the city approached in the distance.
We’d been driving for a while and at first, I hadn’t really thought about what was coming up. I’d only had eyes for him, driving with that concentrating face of his, the one that made me want to undo his zipper and reach inside.
He’d changed me. I felt alive where I’d only been sleepwalking through life before. I only hoped it was real, that he meant it when he told me he wanted me to stay with him for life.
The idea of growing old with him made me feel queasy in a good way like it was more happiness than I could deserve.
As we drove deeper into the city, familiar streets started to come into view. The sunlight got lost behind the buildings, the car in shadow as it came to a halt on a side road not far from where the meeting had been set up.
“You ready?” he asked, turning off the car engine.
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
“You can do this.” He squeezed my hands, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “My little artist. I believe in you.”
“Thank you,” I said, climbing out before I started crying. Had anyone ever believed in me before?
I took a deep breath as I walked away from the car. I’d changed out of the dress back into my old clothes and where they’d once felt comfortable they now felt wrong. I belonged in the dresses that he bought me, not in ripped jeans and an ancient black jacket.
The Dog and Gun looked closed but it always did. I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Oswald and Charlie were sitting at the table nearest the bar. They both looked worse for wear. Charlie had his left arm in a cast and Oswald’s face was swollen, his right eye blackened.
“Susie,” Oswald said, managing a cold smile. “How delightful to see you.”
“Where’s the watch?” I asked.
“Right here,” he replied, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling it out, swinging it from the end of its chain. “Where’s your sugar daddy?”
“He’s outside waiting for me. He’s scared to come in, thinks you might hurt him.”
“So we might, if we were in a hurting mood but lucky for both of you, all I want is for you to come back to the city where you belong. Country life isn’t for you, Susie. You belong here with us and we’ve plenty of work ready for you. What do you say? Going to come back?”
“Never.”
His smile faded. He slid the watch back into his pocket. “That’s such a shame but I said she’d say that, didn’t I, Charlie?”
“You did, boss.”
“Give me the watch,” I said, taking a step toward them both even as my brain screamed at me to turn and run.
Oswald motioned with his hand. Charlie was up in an instant, grabbing me with his good arm, shoving me into the seat nearest to me.
Oswald got up and leaned down, shoving his face into mine. “Who do you think you are? Do you think you can just walk away like that? I own you, Susie. You work for me.”
“You don’t own me,” I replied, trying and failing to break free. “I don’t work for house breakers.”
“House breakers we might be but at least we’re honest.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Honest? You?”
“What about you? Slip into some rich guy’s house and manage to get him to let you live there rent-free? That’s dishonest, Susie. You’ve used your body to turn him over. We only wanted to steal his stuff. You’re stealing his life. Now I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you going to come back willingly or not?”
“I will never work for you.”
Charlie’s hand mashed into my shoulder, making me wince as his fingers dug in.
“Give me my watch,” I snapped, trying to ignore the pain.
“Your watch? How is it your watch? Did you steal it with your own hand? No, we did. So tell me, Susie, in what way is it your watch?”
The door to the bar swung open. “Because,” David said as he marched inside. “It belonged to her father and now it belongs to her and you’ve got five seconds to hand it over to her before you both end up in big trouble.”
Oswald straightened up as Charlie’s grip on my shoulder relaxed at last. “You and what army?” Oswald asked.
“This one,” David replied. The door burst open and about a dozen terrifying looking men ran in, surrounding the two of them.
I got to my feet a second later, running past Oswald toward the back of the room.
“Who are you?” Oswald asked, cowering back from them all. “What is this?”
“Your escort down to the police station,” David said, taking my hand in his. “Meet my old crew. Greg, you know what to do.”
A dark-haired man almost as tall as David stepped forward, pointing at Oswald. “You either come with us willingly or we break your legs and then carry you out.”
“But we haven’t done anything.”
“Murder, extortion, fraud. We looked into your record, Oswald. You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?”
“Charlie,” Oswald yelled, running at David. “Get them!”
Charlie lunged but he was grabbed and held by three of the men. David took hold of Oswald, lifting him in the air and throwing him down onto the floor. The others pounced a second later, dragging the two protesting criminals outside.
David remained by my side until we were alone. “You did well,” he said. “We might have to wait for the police to give you your watch back though.”
“Will we?” I asked, pulling the watch out from my jacket pocket, swinging it by the chain.
“When did you do that?”
“Should have been paying more attention to me.”
“I’ll bear that in mind in future.” He put an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Back to the cabin?”
“Back home, yes.”
Chapter Fourteen
David
One week later…
I hung up the cellphone. “What did he say?” Susie asked.
“Your statement made all the difference. I’m really proud of you, Susie. They said you need to stay somewhere safe until the trial, just in case. Think of anywhere you want to be?”
“I’m sure I can think of somewhere.”
It had been a week since we’d last been into the city. Oswald and Charlie had been arrested and charged and they weren’t getting out anytime soon.
After the trial, they wouldn’t be getting out at all, if what Greg had found out was accurate.
I couldn’t have planned it any better. Susie had been wonderful, distracting them while I got the old gang back together for one last job.
She made sure they’d brought the watch, giving me the signal behind her back while I watched through the window.
I liked to think that Todd would have been proud of her. And his crew coming together to protect his daughter. I knew I was proud of them.
Life in the cabin was already settling into a routine. Each morning I woke up and went for a swim. By the time I came back Susie was stirring so we ate breakfast together.
We spent the entire day together.
I found it impossible to imagine life without her. To think I was planning to be out here alone. It seemed strange to picture it anymore.
I only left her alone once. I needed to go into the clinic to finalize the arrangements. I was still going to finance the place but I wasn’t going to attend anymore.
The new doctors were settling in fine and I had more important things to deal with, like working out what Susie was going to do with her life.
She’d told me she wanted to be an artist. She told me again in a whisper late one night as if she thought I might laugh at her for her dreams.
The next day she woke up to find a pile of canvases and paints stacked up in the lounge.
“For you,” I said as she stared at them in disbelief. “Follow your dreams.”
“Want to model for me?” she replied. “Because I only paint nudes.”
I was naked in seconds, staring at her as she looked back with wide eyes, hunger flashing in them.
“I was joking,” she said, her gaze moving down my body.
“Get painting,” I replied.
“Not easy with that distracting me!”
We both laughed. Not much got painted that day.
Today I was modeling for her again, standing with an ax in my hand in the sunlight as she perched on a log behind her easel, a frown of concentration on her face. “Tricky bit?” I asked.
“I can’t focus when you’re as hard as that,” she replied, pointing the brush at my cock.
“Good girls don’t get so easily distracted when they’re working.”
“Then maybe I’m not a good girl.”
I stood up straight, walking slowly toward her, my cock swaying from side to side. “Are you saying you’re a bad girl?”
“The worst
,” she said with a grin. “What are you going to do about it?”
I reached forward and lifted her into my arms, taking her down to the lakeside with her protesting all the way.
“What if I threw you in there?” I asked, swinging her back and forth in my arms. “Would that cool your bad behavior?”
“No!” she cried out, clinging onto me. “I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, just don’t throw me in.”
“Anything?” I asked, standing her back on her feet.
“Anything to please you.”
“On your knees now.”
She did as I asked, her mouth opening, her tongue sticking out. She knew exactly what I was going to do.
I stuck my cock straight in, loving the feel of it gliding over her warm soft tongue. Her lips surrounded my shaft, holding me in, driving me wild as she flicked over the head.
I was close to coming straight away but I had no intention of losing control just yet.
“You bad girl,” I said. “Trying to distract me from punishing you.”
She held my shaft in her hands, stroking it gently. “I thought I was being good,” she said, blinking innocently up at me.
“I can’t resist you,” I said, grabbing her and laying her on her back on the grass beside the lake. Shoving her knees apart, I ran my hands up her legs, feeling my way toward her thighs as her eyes closed. “You’re too damned perfect.”
I buried my face between her legs, lapping at her wetness, loving the taste of her sweet core as she moaned above me.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, clawing at my back. “Please.”
“Language,” I replied, swatting her pussy lightly with my hand. “Good girls don’t swear.”
“I need you in me though,” she replied, her voice as hungry as her expression. “Please.”
I raised my body above her, reaching down to guide my cock toward her pussy. “You want this?” I asked, stroking it over her clit.
“Always,” she replied, reaching up and kissing me.
I sank onto her, thrusting at the same time, her pussy gripping me and pulling me into her.
The sun warmed my back as I began to thrust, rocking against her as she gasped for joy. “Come in me,” she muttered. “I need it in me.”