by Lucy Wild
“What?”
“It’s all written down in plain English. We lose money, he gets the company.”
“Does it say where the thirty million has gone?”
“Nope but I think I can guess. He siphons it into shell accounts owned by this Hedgehog nonsense, then he buys the company, then he puts the money back before anyone notices. It was a great plan. If we hadn’t spotted that money was missing, he would have gotten away with it too. Now get round here so we can go through it all together.”
I sighed. “Right, I’m on my way.”
I hung up, turning back to find Evangeline waiting patiently on the doorstep. “Everything all right?” she asked.
“It will be. Listen, something’s come up but it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. Are you free tonight?”
“I might be, why?”
“Well, I’ll be at mine. If you want to see me, come round. If you don’t, I understand.”
“I’ll think about it,” she said but as she did so, a grin spread across her face and she looked so good, I had to resist pushing her back against the wall and plunging my tongue into her mouth. Instead, I gave her a tiny peck on the cheek, just enough to hear her sharp intake of breath. Then I left.
SEVENTEEN
EVANGELINE
After he left, I went back inside and found Clare practically bouncing up and down on the sofa. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she said. “What happened? Did he ask you to marry him?”
“Not quite,” I replied. “He wants me to go round to his tonight.”
“And are you going to?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.”
She turned on the sofa and scowled at me. “Are you kidding me?”
“What? What did I say?”
“The guy wants you. You want him. If you don’t go round there willingly, I’ll hoist you over my shoulder in a sack and dump you on his doorstep.”
“You were going to tell him to fuck off, I seem to recall.”
“That was then, this is now. Things have changed.”
“But won’t it be weird after I ran off crying last time?”
“Forget that. If it was a problem, he wouldn’t have sent you the teddy bear and he certainly wouldn’t have turned up on the doorstep.”
“I don’t know. What if he wants to use the crop on me again?”
“I thought you said you liked it.”
I nodded slowly, my cheeks burning. “I did.”
“Then it’s time to pick another of those dresses he sent you. And here’s a tip. Choose the silver one this time.”
“Fine,” I said, getting to my feet. She was right, of course, she always was. Just because I was nervous about going round there was no reason not to do it. I had to be brave, step outside my comfort zone. I tried on one dress after another before finally deciding to go with the silver one. “Remember,” Clare shouted through to me. No VPL.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered as I slid my knickers off. I turned from left to right in front of my mirror. I looked good, I had to admit. The dress fitted me perfectly and the slit up the leg meant I could still walk in it, I just couldn’t take too large a stride, not without flashing the entire world.
“How do I look?” I asked Clare when she stuck her head round the bedroom door.
“Incredible. He’s not going to be able to resist you.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
“Stop it. Now come and sit down and let me work my magic on your hair.”
I left the house a little after seven having been for a pee about two hundred times, I was so nervous. The taxi driver kept looking in the rear view mirror at me, a lascivious grin on his face. I ignored him as best I could. It wasn’t him I needed to impress, it was Dominic.
I wanted to make a fresh start, be a mature and experienced woman, not a timid little girl. Well, if I was being honest, I did want to be a little girl, his little girl. That was easier said than done as I waved to the doorman and he did a double take at me. “Delivery girl?” he asked as he pulled open the door to let me in. “I hope he deserves you.”
“He does,” I said over my shoulder as I crossed to the lift. I grinned at the doors, though my grin faded as my heart began to thud in my chest. I felt sick as the lift rose upwards. I was terrified. What if he rejected me? What if this was just a conquest thing for him? What if he just wanted to fuck me then throw me away? I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it.
Stop it, I told myself. Just be in the moment. Just enjoy something without overthinking it for once in your life. I climbed out of the lift and stood before his, my finger poised over the doorbell. I took a deep breath, then another, then with a muttered, “Here goes,” I pressed the button.
The door opened a moment later and I felt crushed. He didn’t look happy. He looked desperately unhappy. “What’s the matter?” I asked, wanting to throw my arms round him to comfort him, he looked so upset.
“I’m fine,” he snapped.
“You’re not fine,” I said, taking a step towards him. “Is it me? Do you want me to go?”
“No,” he said, his eyes pleading with me. “I want you to stay.”
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
He sighed, walking back into the flat. I followed him and watched as he sat next a coffee table that was laden with papers.
“What are all these?” I asked, waving towards them.
He looked up and stared at me as if he was silently calculating something. “I’m glad you came,” he said at last. “You look good in that dress.”
“Don’t change the subject. Something’s wrong and I think you should share it. I might be able to help.”
“I don’t know, have you got a spare thirty million hanging round your place?”
“I’ve got a piggy bank I haven’t checked for a while. You never know.”
He managed a smile. “My company’s in trouble and the man who caused it is one of my father’s friends. I can’t tell my father about it because, well he wouldn’t understand.”
“Why not?”
He sighed before answering. “He’s got dementia, his mind’s going. He’d only worry.” He was silent for a moment. “So now I’ve got to confront the man who’s been trying to ruin my company and what I wanted to do was spend a nice evening with you without thinking about work for a change.”
“A nice evening?” I asked, leaning towards him. “Is that all you wanted?”
“Well,” he replied, his expression changing as his eyes ran down my body. “Look, I wanted to apologise for being so rude to you last time you were here. I thought, well, I thought you were more experienced than you were. I shouldn’t have used the crop on you.”
I stood up, crossing to his sofa and sitting next to him. “Yes, you should,” I said quietly. “And I hope you understand what a big deal it is for me to say that.”
“You’re serious?” he asked, turning to look at me.
“I am, Daddy,” I said, shuffling closer to him. “And if there’s one thing that might help your mood, it’s having your little girl cheer you up.”
EIGHTEEN
DOMINIC
I told her everything. She sat and listened while I told her about the upcoming shareholder meeting, how I would need to explain to them where all the money had gone. How an accountant, a trusted member of the team, had siphoned it away for his own nefarious purposes. How me and Greg had the proof we needed but neither of us relished the thought of everything coming out into the open. In business you’re nothing without your reputation and this could ruin our reputation. Then I somehow ended up telling her about my father, about how it felt to go and see him, how hard it was to talk to him as his mind faded away.
She didn’t say anything. She just let me talk with her hands on top of mine, those wide eyes of hers blinking up at me. Then when I finally lapsed into silence, she didn’t say anything. She just snuggled up against me and I caught
a hint of that scent of hers, that freshness of her body. Everything that had troubled me fell away and all I could think about was her.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered when I was finally done.
“What for? You didn’t cause any of this.”
“I’m just sorry you had to deal with all of this on your own.”
I shrugged. “I’m used to it.”
“You’ve got me to talk to, if you want to of course.” She lifted her head upwards as I stood up, beckoning for her to stand. I couldn’t resist her anymore. I needed distracting and she was the perfect distraction.
“You look incredible,” I said, placing my hands on her shoulders, letting them slide round to her back. “I’m glad you agreed to come here tonight.”
“Me too,” she replied quietly.
I stared into her eyes as I brought my face towards her. She only closed her eyes when I began to kiss her, my lips pressing against hers for what felt like the first time in a very long time. I held her tightly against me, my cock already hardening as I remembered how she’d looked when she was naked. Her tongue edged tentatively forwards, as if she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. I caught it between my lips, drawing her even closer to me. As I kissed her, I could feel her chest heaving against me and when I pulled away, her hands were shaking. She looked pale, the only colour on her face were the red spots on her cheeks.
Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her again, more firmly this time, nudging her backwards towards the sofa. She stumbled down onto it and I pounced on her, kissing her neck, feeling my way down her chest, pressing my hands to her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the fabric of the dress. I tweaked her left nipple just enough to make her gasp, then I moved downwards, glancing at the slit in her dress, the way it fell away to expose her leg.
As I placed my fingers on her thigh, I kissed her again, her eyes remaining tightly closed whilst I stroked her soft skin. I moved my hand downwards, nudging her legs apart before sinking to my knees on the floor. I took her right leg in my hand, slowly sliding her foot free from her shoe before I did the same to her other foot. Then I kissed her ankle, impatiently moving my lips up the inside of her leg towards her thigh. When I glanced upwards I could see her pussy already glistening with wetness and my cock throbbed in response.
I could smell her sweetness and it intoxicated me. I had planned to tease her far longer but I couldn’t resist placing my mouth on the very top of her thigh, licking a slow line around the outside of her pussy. Her hips shifted in place and when I planted a kiss on the very top of her folds, she let out a deep moan.
I licked her from her entrance to her clit in a single swift movement before pulling away, grabbing her legs and lying her flat on the sofa. I clambered onto her, pressing my body down against hers, plunging my tongue into her mouth once again, grabbing her head, my arms entwining with her body, the two of us becoming one in that moment. I wanted her so badly but I paced myself, not wanting to scare her away for a second time.
“Stand up,” I said, getting to my feet a second later. She did as I commanded at once, standing with her toes pointing inwards in a delightfully innocent way. She shuffled on the spot as I stared at her, watching her for a brief moment. “Strip,” I said, folding my arms and stepping backwards. “Strip for me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, reaching up to the shoulders of her dress. It clung to her too well and she couldn’t push it down off her body. Instead she lifted it upwards, revealing her legs, then that gorgeous pussy of hers. Her stomach came into view, followed by her perfect breasts and then it was up and off her shoulders and she was naked, one hand across her chest, the other between her legs.
“Arms by your side,” I said, already unbuttoning my shirt. “Close your eyes.”
With her eyes tightly shut, I was free to stare at her whilst undressing. Only when I was naked did I approach her. “On your knees,” I said as I took a step towards her. “Now open your mouth.”
She did as I asked at once. Taking my cock in my hand, I pressed the head of it onto her lips. She kept her eyes shut, she was so good at obeying my orders, a perfect little girl for someone like me. I eased my cock into her mouth, watching her expression change as I slid over her tongue towards the back of her throat, her lips stretching to fit as much of me inside her as she could. I took hold of the back of her head, holding her in place for as long as I thought she could breathe, enjoying the sensation of her soft wet mouth wrapping around my hard shaft. Then I pulled back, letting her take a single ragged breath before I thrust into her mouth again.
I pulled out again a few seconds later. As she caught her breath I walked over to the sofa and sat down. “Come and get over my knee,” I said. “It’s time to punish you for your lateness.”
NINETEEN
EVANGELINE
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was draped across his lap, my ass pointing up at him as he lifted his hand high above his head. I could feel his cock digging into me, it was as hard as it had been when it was in my mouth. I could still taste him on my tongue. My lips still tingled from the memory of him, the heat of his flesh filling my mouth, almost choking me on his length.
I squirmed in place as he pressed his spare hand into the small of my back, holding me as he spoke. “You’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t you?”
“I have, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“You must be punished for being bad, mustn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His hand slapped down onto my buttocks an instant later. The sound reached my ears before the pain even had time to penetrate my body. My ass suddenly felt hot, an intense feeling that spread through me, enhancing my senses, making me feel alive and more turned on than I’d ever been before.
“Keep still,” he said as I moved under the soft caress of his palm.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I groaned.
His hand seemed on the verge of sliding between my legs when he suddenly lifted it and spanked me again. The blow was firmer this time and he didn’t pause before swatting my ass once more. With each blow, I was jolted against his cock, my clit rubbing on his naked thigh, making me want him all the more. I was wetter than I’d ever been and when he paused to stroke my pussy, he seemed to realise. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you bad little girl? You enjoy being spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, hardly able to speak. “I love it when you spank me.”
“You bad girl,” he snapped, his hand hitting the tops of my thighs, making me scream in response to such intense pain. He returned to my buttocks, making a heat rise in them until I tingled all over my entire body. “Turn over.”
I did as he asked, looking up at him whilst trying to catch my breath. He brought me upwards until I was sat on his lap, facing away from him, my legs spread wide apart. He pressed his cock against my pussy, bringing my legs together to hold it in place as he began kissing my neck, his hands sliding to my chest, tugging and toying with my nipples.
I melted against him, my ass still tingling from being spanked, the heat of his cock making me squirm against it. “Please put it in me, Daddy,” I muttered, stroking the tip of his cock, spreading my legs to take hold of his shaft in my hand, working my way up and down it with my fingers, feeling my wetness coating it. “I need it inside me.”
“Into the bedroom,” he replied, pushing me to my feet. He took my hand in his and led me through the room, pushing open a door and then shoving me inside. “On the bed on your back,” he said, watching me as I clambered onto the blankets. I looked up at him as he stood in the doorway, his cock pointing towards me. He looked so good naked. It was my first chance to look at his body properly and it looked incredible, so strong and manly and like he would protect me forever. Or fuck me until I screamed. Either was good.
My clit ached with desire at the sight of his cock. I wanted him in me. I needed him in me. He crossed the room slowly, teasing me just by walking, his cock swaying a little as he cli
mbed onto the bed, shoving my legs apart. He pressed his face to my pussy, his tongue sliding straight into me. I let out a moan of surprise as he explored inside me, lapping at my wetness, his head rocking back and forth. He was fucking me with his tongue and it felt so good but I wanted more, I wanted his cock in me.
When he brought his mouth upwards I was lost. His lips pressed against my clit, his tongue flicking over it while he slid two fingers into my wetness, delving into me, thrusting back and forth as I ground my hips against him.
I muttered words that made no sense, I made noises I’d never made before, an orgasm approaching me at obscene speed. I knew it was coming and I wanted to warn him, to tell him what was about to happen but there wasn’t time. My fingers grabbed the blankets and I gripped them tightly, my leg muscles going rigid as I almost rose up above the bed. My inner walls contracted around his fingers and everything in me felt impossibly heavy for the briefest of moments and then my climax hit.
I let out a strangled scream of delight as waves of pleasure washed over me, my body shaking, my pussy spasming round his fingers.
He seemed to know to come away from my clit while it was too sensitive to handle his tongue but he only gave me a few seconds before returning to it, bringing me to a second even more powerful climax moments later. He was an expert at giving me pleasure, as if he’d known me for years and knew exactly what I liked.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, raising his head to look at me, my wetness still coating his lips. “Is my little girl ready for my cock inside her?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, still writhing on the bed. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”
“Good little girls don’t swear,” he replied, his hand swatting lightly between my legs.
“Sorry, Daddy. Please make love to me.”
“That’s better.”