Nineteen
Law
Lily kept throwing questioning glances at me as we drove, but this time they weren’t laced with the kind of jittery nervousness they had been when we went to town. For lack of a better name for it, this time it felt like she was… worried about me.
Not that I could blame her. I came off as little more than erratic, dragging her out of the house without so much as an explanation. It didn’t help that for the first hour or so, I wouldn’t respond to any of her questions and circled the town, trying to come up with a plan that would end up with both of us being happy.
Or if not happy, then at least moderately content.
The sad truth was, there was no such option.
Finally, I chose a direction and headed out of town, toward the mountains. The sun was starting to set and I felt my phone ring incessantly in my pocket. It had to be Emily. I reached for it and shut off the phone, throwing it in the small compartment under the radio. I wasn’t going to be at her beck and call, at least not tonight.
The roads were getting more winding as the altitude started to increase, my big truck managing the change easily enough. My mind was barely on the drive, taking the familiar curves with a practiced ease as I rattled my brain, trying to coax something, anything better out of the recesses of my mind than what I was thinking right then and there.
“Law, please,” Lily said after a long silence, having opted for giving me the quiet I’d clearly asked for. “Can you tell me what’s going on? Where are we going? Daddy, please…”
It was the last part that broke through to me.
I glanced at her, her hair loose now, hovering just above her shoulders, her big blue eyes shining with worry. There was no fear there though. I wasn’t sure if she was putting on a brave face for me, realizing that things were off, or whether she hadn’t figured out that something bad was happening.
Who was I kidding? She was doing it for my benefit.
With an exhale, I shook my head.
“It’s complicated.”
Lily laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly.
“Right, because it never is otherwise. Everything leading up to now has made complete sense!” she jested. “Come on, please tell me. Not that I mind getting out of the house, but… I don’t think this was exactly planned?”
She put a hand on my thigh and I covered it with my wide palm, squeezing her hand.
“We’re almost there,” I said, turning off the narrow road into a thatch of greenery, the forest quickly engulfing us.
A few minutes later, a small cabin came into view, illuminated by the light of the headlights. It wasn’t much, but it was mine… and I hoped that Emily didn’t know about it.
“Where are we?”
“My place,” I told Lily, killing the engine and getting out.
I grabbed Lily’s suitcase from the back and helped her out, squeezing her hand again as I led her to the house. The key was under the mat – I didn’t want to risk keeping one on my keychain, lest Emily ask about it. I set down the suitcase and unlocked the door, striding into the darkness as soon as I could.
The electricity had to be turned on separately but when the lights flooded the living room, Lily was caught standing right under them, looking around in wonder. A smile spread over her lips immediately.
“It’s not much,” I said, feeling suddenly self-conscious about where I’d brought her.
Somehow, keeping her in a cellar surrounded by dirt and grime seemed better than bringing her into a house that could have been luxurious, but instead was strictly functional.
“It’s perfect,” she said, running her fingers over the quilt on the couch and going to look out of one of the windows.
I closed the door and locked it behind her, propping the small suitcase up against one of the chairs.
“It used to be a hunting lodge for a local rich prick. He died and his wife sold it off. I bought it for cash… I haven’t changed it much,” I explained, not sure why I was trying to fill the silence.
Lily looked at me and grinned, looking like a woman in control of her destiny. Maybe it was the way she was handling this, or maybe it was just because I still wasn’t used to seeing her out of situations carefully controlled and maintained by me, but she was mesmerizing.
“I don’t mind,” she said, coming up to me and snaking her hands around me. “How long can we stay?”
“You can stay until tomorrow morning,” I said softly, kissing her on the forehead.
I untangled myself from her gingerly and put distance between us, heading for the small kitchen.
“Do you want some tea?” I asked.
Lily, looking surprised at my sudden exit, followed me a few paces behind.
“Sure, I guess.”
She leaned against the doorframe, watching me fuss around with the kettle and the cups. I knew I was just trying to prolong the inevitable. I knew what I had to do… I just didn’t want to do it.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” she asked again as I handed her a mug of steaming tea and led her back to the couch.
Together, we took our seats and I rolled the cup between my palms, looking down at the dark brown liquid. My heart was resisting what my brain was telling me was the right thing… for once, I would have to listen to my head over my mind.
“I walked in on your mother today with someone else.”
Lily’s expression barely budged, but her attention was squarely on me. I could tell that she was trying to read my face for any sign of what I felt about it.
“Were you… jealous?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.
I snapped my gaze up to her face quickly and set down the mug on the coffee table. Putting my hands around her, I gently pulled her to me.
“Of course fucking not. She means nothing to me, never has. What I meant was that I caught her in bed with someone she shouldn’t have been with. A woman, the wife of a buyer that she’s been trying to get close to… We had an altercation and I felt I had to get you out of the house.”
Lily relaxed against me, nodding faintly.
“Okay,” she said. “I don’t mind. I’m happy to be with you wherever we go.”
Without even knowing it, she was making this so much harder.
A large part of me wished that she hated me, that she despised me right now and would do anything in her power to get away from me. But she’d already shown with staying in the entryway yesterday that she was done with running, at least from me.
And now I was going to have to tell her to do it, just when she’d decided she wouldn’t.
“We can’t stay here together,” I told her, and it took every ounce of my stubborn determination to grind those words out.
It felt like I was shooting myself in the fucking face, just by uttering those words.
“What?!” Lily asked, straightening up immediately and training her gaze on mine. “What do you mean? If we can’t stay at my mother’s house then we’ll be here… or somewhere else! Anywhere else! It doesn’t matter as long as we’re together.”
I wished I could agree with her.
“It’s not that simple. Your mother has more than enough to call a manhunt on me. I have a track history… Law enforcement might not know me under this name, but you don’t go through life doing the shit I’ve done without getting a couple files on you. If you get caught with me, that just means they’ll turn you back over to her and I can’t let that happen.”
The image of Chloe seemed to superimpose itself over Lily for a moment and I felt like I was looking at both of them. I had failed Chloe by letting her go… but as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew I would be failing Lily if I didn’t let her go. It was the hardest choice I’d ever had to make.
“They won’t catch us,” Lily said, her face ashen as she squeezed my hand. “I know we can make it. I have some money saved up and-“
“No, babygirl, I won’t risk your life just because I don’t want to let you go. It’s going to
have to be like this. I’ll go back to the house tonight and deal with Emily. You sleep here and then tomorrow morning, at 6:30, there’s a bus that stops right next to the exit that led to the house. You can take that and it’ll take you out of state.
“I packed a bag for you and I can give you some cash. You’ll have to promise me that you’ll run as far as you can and you’ll never look back. You’ll be a good girl and do that for Daddy, right?”
Twenty
Lily
“You’ll be a good girl and do that for Daddy, right?”
The words echoed in my mind and I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out. He couldn't be serious. After everything that had happened, he was just going to ditch me?
I started shaking as I realized he was serious. He really was going to let me go, leave me just like that.
"You're just going to leave me?" I asked. "Don't you... want to be with me?"
"It doesn't matter, Lily," Law told me roughly. "None of it matters. I just want to keep you out of harm's way, keep you safe."
Keep you away from your mother.
We both knew that was what he meant, even though neither of us said it out loud.
He couldn't do this to me.
Law came closer, his finger pulling on my lip gently.
"It's for the best, little one," he told me calmly. "You're safer without me. You'll do well on your own. You're confident, beautiful, smart. They're going to eat out of the palm of your hand, trust me, babygirl."
He paused for a moment, thinking about his next words.
"Maybe you'll even meet someone your age."
I felt anger now, white hot anger searing my body and making me back away into the corner while I gave him the most evil look I could find in my repertoire.
"I thought you cared about me," I said in an accusatory tone. "I thought you weren't going to let anything bad happen to me."
"I'm not," Law reminded me. "I'm trying to keep you safe. I'm not doing this because I'm selfish, Lily."
I knew he wasn't lying, but I couldn’t stop spewing abuse at him. I was upset, my heart beating out of order and tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. I didn't understand it. He was someone I was supposed to hate, and instead, I was breaking at the notion of not spending eternity in his fucked-up care. Probably chained up somewhere in a dim, grimy basement.
"Yeah, sure." I spat the words out at him. "You don't give a shit about me. You never cared about me in the first place. You just wanted to fucking use me!"
I tried to put distance between us, ripping myself away and trying to walk off. But Law's strong, long fingers wrapped around my forearm before I could move an inch. He gave me a warning look, his eyes darkening.
"Careful, Lily," he reminded me. "Watch that little mouth of yours."
"Let me go," I screeched. "Let go of me, Law!"
He pulled me closer, his breath hot against my face. I wanted his lips on mine, my tongue in his mouth. I wanted to kiss him hard, melt against his touch and let him claim my body.
But instead, I fought him with all my might.
"I think you mean something else," Law breathed against my skin, making me mewl helplessly. "I think you mean, ‘thank you, Daddy’."
"No," I hissed at him. "I fucking don't. You're not my Daddy, anyway."
I thought he was going to slap me. All the color drained from his handsome, chiseled face, and he stared me down roughly.
"Take it back," he growled at me.
I didn't respond.
"Now!"
His words were sharp, rough.
"N-no," I muttered, and it sounded like a question.
Law let go of me like he'd been scalded. I stumbled a few steps back and gave him a wounded look, both scared and excited about what he was going to do next. I knew it was coming, but still, when he told me what to do, my skin erupted in goosebumps.
"Strip. Right the fuck now. Naked."
My hands shook, but despite mouthing off at him earlier, I reached for the buttons on my dress. I kept my gaze stubbornly fixed on his, and Law stared back at me as I slid out of the garment. I was burning up, my cheeks blushing with embarrassment. He was treating me like a cheap whore, but a part of me wanted it. Craved it.
I took off my blouse next, leaving only the set of baby pink underwear. I felt him watching me, hungry wolfish eyes drinking me in and trying to see through the remaining skimpy fabric.
"Every. Thing," he reminded me. "Did I fucking stutter, Lily? Right the hell now."
I took off my bra, but crossed my arms in front of my body protectively. Law paled and in a flash, he was next to me. He pulled something out of his pocket and I saw a glint of metal. A pocket knife.
"You little brat," he snarled at me.
He grasped me by the hips, his thumb hooking into my panties. I was embarrassed by how turned on I'd gotten, how soaking wet my pussy was for him. I was hoping he wouldn't notice, all my attention on the knife in his fingers.
I wasn't scared. I was excited. And that almost scared me more.
He sliced through my panties, the knife gliding through the fabric. He put it back in his pocket and ripped the measly piece of fabric away from my body, exposing me to his greedy eyes.
And then he let go.
I watched in shock as he retreated and sat down on an overstuffed armchair. He looked at me and patted his leg, smiling wide.
"Come here, Lily."
My legs moved of their own accord and before I could stop myself, I was walking toward him. But he shook his finger at me before I could take another step.
"No," he said sternly. "On your knees. Good girls crawl for Daddy."
I pursed my lips and felt contempt for him burn in the pit of my stomach and disappear into thin air as I dropped to my knees. I crawled for him, wiggling my ass as I made my way to him, my head blessedly blank.
In that moment, it didn’t matter that I might not see him again, that he might leave me. The only thing that was important was that he was here with me right now.
Once I reached the armchair, I sat on my knees and gave him a fully submissive look.
"Good girl," Law muttered, his hand caressing my hair thoughtfully. "But you misbehaved. You're going to be sorry about that, babygirl."
He tipped my chin back and grinned at my trembling bottom lip.
"Take my belt off," he ordered me. "With your mouth."
I stared at him but knew he wouldn't waver. Finally, I leaned closer and he helped me undo the buckle, pull off the belt. He placed it in my mouth and I stared at him, naked, on my knees with my hands on Law's thighs.
"Offer it to me," he told me. "Ask Daddy to hurt you for being a bad girl."
He reached for the belt in my mouth and I let go in his hand. I felt that familiar spark inside of me, naughty and so very bad but so delicious at the same time. I wanted this, badly.
He uncoiled the belt and in a single motion, pulled me up on his lap.
"Unzip me," he said easily. "Suck Daddy's cock."
I followed the next order with shaky hands, taking out his rock hard dick that was throbbing for me already. My mouth watered when I saw the bead of precum decorating his tip, and I took him between my lips eagerly.
"Good girl," Law cooed, and I could feel his naked hand smoothing over my ass. "Open wide for Daddy, that's a good girl."
I sucked him better this time, deeper and wetter and needier. My complaints turned into soft mewls and little gasps and I was glad we'd managed to put the fight behind us.
Until he slapped my ass.
I yelped, the raw handprint echoing through my body as I glared at Law. He grinned at me and motioned for me to go on, and I hated him as much as I wanted him to keep doing that to me.
"What's my name?" he asked me roughly, pushing his hips up and filling my mouth up with cock. "Tell me, babygirl."
"L-Law," I stuttered with my mouth full, and another slap landed on my ass. Cold, buttery leather this time. His belt.
"What's my
fucking name, Lily?" His voice was angry, but I could tell he was holding himself back, my hot little mouth working wonders on his swollen cock. "Answer me, baby."
I filled my mouth with him, right to the brim. I retched from the fullness, from having him touch the back of my throat with the tip of his cock.
"Daddy," I begged instinctively, wanting him to stop.
"Daddy?" he repeated, his cock throbbing between my lips and making me moan out loud. "Is that it, sweetheart? Is that my name?"
"Y-yes," I whimpered, and he stuffed my mouth again, pulling out a second later. Long strings of saliva hung from my mouth as I gasped for air, looking at his beautiful cock.
"Say it," he taunted me. "Tell me what I am, and what you are to me."
I looked at him, disheveled and messy and so wet I was dripping on the armchair.
"You're my Daddy," I said softly. "And I'm Daddy's little slut."
Law groaned, landing another lash of the belt against my ass.
"Ow! What was that for?" I wanted to know.
"Because you don't fucking trust me, Lily," he said darkly. "I know what's best for you. Now finish your fucking dinner."
I sucked him eagerly as he beat my ass, lashings of the belt making me squirm, and the spanking from his hand almost like a caress afterward. He didn't stop until I knew he was about to cum.
His hand reached for me, one wrapping around my throat, the other pinching my nose. I panicked, flailing as he cooed at me.
"That's okay, babygirl," he said softly. "You've been a very good girl. Daddy just wants to make sure you swallow every drop."
I stopped fighting, my eyes going to his. It was enough to make him groan, and when I ran my tongue along his length, he came with a curse, spilling his hot seed inside my mouth. I drank from his cock greedily, milking him dry with my lips.
He didn't let go of me until I was gasping desperately, only making me swallow all of his hot, salty cum.
And then Law's fingers wrapped around my hair and he pulled me up, settling me into his lap. I ground my pussy on his naked cock while he held me, and tried to take deep, even breaths. His hand was smoothing down my back, and he was whispering sweet little things in my ear.
Daddy's Girl Page 12