"I want Daddy to choose my outfits for him," I whispered in his ear, and his dark expression was momentarily replaced by a smile. "Please... I want to see what you'd like me to wear."
"Okay, sweetie," Law said. "Let's find some pretty things for my baby to wear."
I giggled and laughed as he led me through the store. I was sure we were attracting some stares, but I didn't give a shit.
There was something about the game we were playing, something about pretending to be a little girl, that made me as wet as it did happy. While it had freaked me out when my mother had dressed me like this, it felt sort of nice being this picture of fragility around Law. It was comforting, being an innocent little girl in a big bad world out to hurt me. And somehow, I knew Law would protect me with his life.
And I trusted mine with him.
Law wouldn't stop until he had an armful of frilly pretty things, and I giggled as he showed me toward the changing rooms. An annoyed assistant stopped us at the door, and my expression fell.
But Law slipped her a hundred-dollar bill without a word, and just like that, he was allowed inside with me. I took his hand and led him into the boudoir-style changing room, making me laugh as I wiggled my butt at him.
I picked the most private changing room and winked at Law before closing the door on him.
"No peeking!" I told him, and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Babygirl..." he muttered, "I'll look at what's mine whenever the fuck I want to."
I gave him a mean look and he laughed, shaking his head.
"Fine, whatever you say."
"And no cheating, Daddy," I told him pointedly before disappearing behind the door.
I wiggled out of the outfit my mom had chosen for me, incredibly relieved to be out of the clothes she'd picked for me. It wasn't that they were girly or too young - I had liked Law's expression when he saw me in them.
It was the fact my mom had picked them out for me. And as time went on, I realized more and more that she wasn't a good person.
Neither was Law, of course. But somehow, I could forgive him for whatever he'd done to me, and I couldn't do the same for my mom. The look in her eyes when she'd been scrubbing me raw kept replaying in my head, and it was upsetting me. She looked at me with contempt and so much hatred, it was hard to believe she really was my mom.
I picked up the first set Law had picked for me. A pastel blue bra with a lacy thong and a garter belt to go with it. I wouldn't have picked it out myself, but somehow, it was perfect.
I slipped into the set, pinching my cheeks to make them blush even more before posing in front of the mirror. Hands on the wall and my ass toward the door.
"Daddy!" I called out.
The door of the changing room flew open and I giggled at him, wiggling my butt toward Law's figure in the mirror.
"Jesus Christ," he said, closing the door behind him. "Come here, you little slut."
I laughed and tried to get away in the changing room, but his strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me back into his embrace.
"What did I say about running away, sweetheart?" he growled in my ear, and I stopped play-fighting when his fingers wrapped around my throat.
"Daddy," I whispered. "Daddy, please."
"What is it, babygirl?" he asked me. "Scared?"
His fingers tightened when I shook my head no.
"I want Daddy to play with me," I whispered. "I'm gonna ruin these panties if you don't."
He cursed out loud and his free hand roamed to my thigh. I moaned as he caressed the tender skin there.
"You want me to fuck you here?" he asked me roughly.
"Yes," I whimpered softly. "I want Daddy to make me ride his cock and let me play like a big girl."
He let go of me then, and I stumbled forward, giving him a worried look. Maybe I'd gone too far.
"Lily," he said sternly. "What kind of game are you playing?"
I forced myself to look into his eyes.
"I thought you liked me that way," I whispered. "I thought you liked it when I was your little girl."
"Yeah, but..."
He hesitated, his eyes mesmerized and worried at the same time. I stood up straighter, showing off the little ensemble I was wearing and making him curse out loud.
"Fuck, Lily," he said. "I didn't think you liked it, though."
I moved toward him, rubbing against his chest with my tits pushed out.
"Me neither. But it's kind of hot... isn't it?" I said, pulling on the ends of my pigtails and giving him an innocent pouty-faced look. "Doesn't Daddy wanna feel how wet my pussy is?"
He grabbed me by the hips, forcing my head down until I gasped. He kicked my feet apart gently, bending me at the waist so I could see us both in the mirror.
"This is fucking mine," he told me, running his fingers down my back and smacking my ass.
"Shhh!" I laughed, and he grinned at me in the mirror.
"Don't shhh me, little girl," he groaned. "You're gonna get in fucking trouble."
His fingers rolled over my ass, making me gasp. He forced his way between my legs, playing with the little piece of fabric between my ass cheeks and making me cry out.
"That feels good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" Law cooed at me. "You like Daddy playing with your little panties?"
"Yes Daddy!" I pushed my ass out toward him, shaking it for him.
"Time to see if my little girl's wet for me," he muttered, and I took a deep breath as he rapped his knuckles against my pussy and sighed.
"You know, I really like this thong on you," he told me thoughtfully. "I think I'm gonna buy it. But only if you make a pretty wet spot on it first, babygirl."
"But the sales lady's gonna see!" I giggled, pretending to be horrified.
"Let her," Law smiled at me in the mirror. "Let her wonder what happened."
"But I want Daddy to fuck me," I whined.
"Maybe," he said. "But you don't get to take the thong off until I see a fucking wet spot from your little cunt, babygirl."
I exhaled as he rubbed me through the lace, big, strong fingers teasing my clit through the fabric and making me push my hips back out at him.
"Daddy," I gasped. "Push it aside, please..."
My back arched as of its own accord, my body unable to stay down with his fingers abusing me like that.
"Be a good girl, Lily," he grunted at me. "And stay the fuck down."
His free hand went to the small of my back, holding me down. I braced my hands against the wall and tried to stifle my moans as he played with my pussy.
"Daddy, please." My voice was getting louder and more desperate. "I need something inside me."
"Okay, baby," he said, and I moaned in delight when his fingers prodded inside the panties, outlining the lips of my pussy and making me mewl. "You need something in here? What if it hurts?"
"Force it in, Daddy," I begged.
"What if you beg me to stop?" he demanded.
"Keep going ‘cause you know I want you to," I said.
He grunted and pushed four fingers inside me. I went crazy, bucking my hips at him from the sudden intrusion, my ass grinding against his wrist as he fucked my cunt.
"Yes, Daddy," I cried out. "More, please more."
"Good girl, Lily," he told me, his other hand wrapping around my waist as he stood behind me. "Look at Daddy in the mirror. Watch me as I make you cum, babygirl."
I looked at our reflections, soft little moans escaping my lips as he worked my pussy. I could feel my orgasm building up, desperate and sweet and inescapable. My gaze was glued to his reflection, desperate to see Law's crazed eyes in the mirror.
"Daddy I'm gonna cum," I cried out. "Please, Daddy, it's too much!"
"Come on, sweetheart," he grunted. "Just let it all go for Daddy."
He curled his fingers up inside me and I almost collapsed on his hand. I felt myself gushing, my pussy dripping all over his hand and making me sob because it was so fucking much to take.
"Good girl," he whispered a
gainst my hair, stroking my clit while I tried to stifle my cries. "You liked squirting for Daddy, didn't you, babygirl?"
"Y-yes, Daddy," I whispered, slowly realizing that was what had happened.
I felt deeply embarrassed for some reason, and when Law slid his fingers out of me, I avoided his gaze. He forced my chin up when I tried to look away.
"Lily," he said roughly. "You don't look away from me. Ever."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I muttered, barely able to look him in the eye.
"Are you okay?" he wanted to know, and I blushed in response. "Is my little girl embarrassed Daddy made her squirt in here?"
I looked away and he laughed, grabbing me in his arms and parting my lips with the hand that had been inside me.
"No little girl of mine is gonna be embarrassed about that, Lily," he promised me roughly. "Because that was fucking amazing, and I can't wait to do it again. Now, Lily, why don't you lick my fingers clean so you see how good your sweet pussy tastes?"
I looked into his eyes as I took one finger after the other and licked them clean.
"Good fucking girl," he grunted. "Now get dressed and come outside so Daddy can spoil you."
A minute later, we passed the bright red sales assistant. I kept my eyes trained on the floor, mortified to hell and back, as Law passed her the basket of the underwear I'd tried on.
"We'll take everything," he said simply, and I erupted in a fit of giggles, making him laugh back and squeeze me closer.
Once we'd paid, we walked out of the store with Law's hand wrapped around my waist. He kissed me on the lips, gentle but demanding, and looked at his watch.
"Alright, babygirl," he said with a sigh. "Time to get back home."
I froze on the spot, giving him a hurt look. It was like he was breaking the spell, and I really, really didn't want him to, because it opened up too many questions.
Would I go back to the cellar when we came to the house?
Was he sleeping with his wife at the same time - my mother?
Would he treat me like this from now on, or was I back to being a prisoner?
"I don't want to," I said, the little girl act disappearing into thin air. "I don't want to go back there."
"Why, babygirl?" Law asked me, his voice surprisingly gentle.
I thought about it for a second before saying, "I don't want to be around her."
"Your mom?" he wanted to know, and I nodded.
"I don't like her living there with us," I admitted. "I don't care if you put me in the cellar, I just don't want to be around her anymore."
He pondered my words, then tugged on my pigtails playfully.
"Duly noted," he said. "Now come on, Lily, it's bedtime for little girls like you."
Eighteen
Law
The next morning, I came home early from a quick round of checking up on my construction sites around town. I was still on a high from my day with Lily, the memories of making her squirt all over my hand in the lingerie store playing on a loop in my brain. We’d followed it up with another session when we got back to the cellar, but that moment was too special not to focus on.
It signaled complete release and trust from Lily, and that was the greatest prize I could imagine.
I barely noticed the flashy Jaguar that was parked behind the house. It wasn’t Emily’s, but usually her guests parked in front of the house. I frowned to myself but thought nothing of it, going inside the house. I needed a quick shower and after that, I was planning on going down to Lily to spend my day with her in preparation for the dinner.
We might not be able to get out of it, but I sure as hell was going to make sure we were in the best mood we could be in leading into it.
I moved through the house and was almost at the door to my study when I heard a high-pitched moan coming from one of the bedrooms. A part of me wanted to ignore it – maybe it was just Emily getting off on her own, thinking I wasn’t home, and that was not something I wanted to witness – but my curiosity got the better of me. Any leverage I could gain over Emily was worth its weight in gold right now.
As I got closer, instinctively making sure my steps were soundless, I could make out two female voices, moaning and giggling and gasping. A smile spread over my lips as I realized one of them was definitely Emily’s.
The Jaguar was starting to make a lot more sense now.
Right in the middle of a pitchy scream, I pulled the door to the master bedroom – the room Emily had insisted I sleep in with her at the beginning of our marriage – to reveal Emily in bed with Julie.
Emily’s ass was in the air, her head buried between Julie’s legs, lapping at her cunt, with both women writhing. Julie was the one screaming, her hands clutching Emily’s hair. I couldn’t hold back my laughter.
Both of them scrambled like cats being sprayed by a hose. Julie grabbed a blanket to cover her tits, mortified, but Emily just sat up and smoothed back her hair. Her face was draining of color. I think this might have been the first time anyone had ever seen Emily embarrassed.
I was glad to be witness to that.
“Don’t mind me,” I said, casually leaning against the wall with the widest smile possible on my lips. “Keep doing what you were doing, ladies. I enjoy a good show as much as the next man. Are you taping this for Kent?” I asked, cocking a brow at Julie.
Her mouth fell open and she scooched closer to Emily.
“Kent can’t know about this,” she muttered, her words barely audible, but I caught them well enough.
“Oh, he can’t?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “Now ain’t that a problem.”
“Get the fuck out,” Emily hissed at me.
With a theatric sigh, I turned on my heel and did as she asked of me. I had all the information I needed.
I had to wonder if Julie did, though. Knowing Emily, I was certain she didn’t have a genuine bone in her body. There was no way that the good time she was showing Julie was for any other reason than to get closer to her wealthy, depraved husband.
But who was I to judge? Maybe sweet little Julie was just as bad as Emily was.
Deciding to forego my shower, I whistled a tune as I headed down the stairs with the plan to go straight to Lily now. Emily caught me as I was about to round the staircase.
“Lawson!” she whispered urgently, wrapped up in another sheet and the door to the bedroom safely shut. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
It was a day of firsts. I wasn’t sure if I’d heard Emily curse before. She had to be really pissed off to let her carefully maintained façade fall like that. The good fortunes just kept ramping up, didn’t they?
“What do you mean, dearest? I’m in my own home! I think I should be the one asking you what you’re doing, fucking a woman in our marriage bed.”
I could barely keep from laughing straight in her face.
“It’s not a marriage bed if we’ve never fucked,” she said shortly. Another thing that bothered her, I guess – I’d never made a move on her, and she’d badly wanted me to. I wasn’t dumb enough to give her power over me like that. “You can’t tell anyone about what you saw. Promise me.”
“I don’t owe you any promises,” I told her, feeling the bitter edge of aggravation flaring again. She had no right to ask me to do anything for her. “But I think it’s about time you reassess your plans with Lily, Emily. Wouldn’t want Kent to know what his lovely wife is doing behind his back, now would we? Or are you fucking him as well?”
It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
Her expression changed, the note of panic slowly seeping away and being replaced by cold, hard determination. I knew that look. Fuck, I’d perfected that look.
“Listen here, Lawson. Don’t even try to interfere with my plans. I can make you disappear, you and that brat of mine both, and not in the way that you would like. I can destroy both of you, and I can make you watch as I tear Lily into pieces. Fall in line or be made to fall in line. Not a fucking word out of you.”
He
r blue eyes flashed with icy hatred. She turned around and headed back toward the bedroom, the dramatic statement of her exit slightly marred by the long sheet dragging behind her, and the fact that her chin still glistened with Julie’s juices.
I stood there for a moment, feeling dark clouds gathering around me. As much as I would have like to think otherwise, I knew that Emily wasn’t the kind of woman to not back her threats up. She wasn’t just all words.
My insides twisted, the battle between knowing I had enough on her to make her be more careful, and also realizing that she had enough on me to turn my life and Lily’s into pure hell, battling within me. All I knew for certain was that I had to get Lily out of the house. Now. Before Emily could really sit down and fucking think about what had just happened.
Making my mind up on the spot, I rushed to Lily’s room, where her mother had stashed the suitcase and the things she’d had with her when she came home. I found a smaller bag in one of the closets and threw some necessities in there, not stopping to really pick and choose, but making sure that she had what she needed.
Then, I put the suitcase back the way it had been, zipping it up, and grabbing the smaller bag with me. The keys to Lily’s cell were in my hands long before I reached the door to her room. As soon as I pulled the door open, finding Lily looking at me expectantly and wearing that sweet smile of hers that I’d seen more and more as of late, I knew I was doing the only right thing.
Consequences be damned, I was getting her out of here.
“We’re leaving,” I told her sharply. “Now.”
I grabbed her hand and yanked her along with me before she could say a word or ask a single question. We didn’t have time for that. Julie was probably throwing her clothes on as she spoke, trying to get out of the house as fast as she could, and I knew that the moment we were alone, the gears in Emily’s head would start turning.
I needed to make sure that we were far away from her by the time that happened.
Without really knowing where we were going, or what we were going to do next, I practically dragged Lily up the stairs and to my truck.
I have to make sure she’s safe.
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