by Lucy Wild
She grinned back at me. “I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I am, I really am.”
“But what about his company? I read in the paper that some accountant had been arrested.”
“You did? What else did it say?”
“Not much. I hoped you might be able to fill me in.”
“It’s pretty simple really. The accountant was stealing from the company. Him and his business partner found out. The police arrested the accountant.”
“Is that all? That’s not exciting.”
“I never said it was.” I thought about the way Dominic had looked when he’d come home after the meeting. The way he’d almost cried with relief when he told me it was all over, everything was back to normal. The missing money had been frozen pending the investigation but once it was over, it would be released back to him and Greg and it would be like it never happened. That wasn’t exciting. It was stomach churning to go through it all but Clare didn’t know that. She didn’t need to know the details.
“So why are you back then?” she asked over a cup of tea a few minutes later.
“He’s had to go over to Berlin to talk to the office over there. They heard the rumours about the loss and got twitchy so you’re stuck with my company again for a while.”
“Great, maybe I can wheedle some more details out of you.”
“Like what?”
“You’ve got to at least tell me about his body. How big he is for example.”
“Big,” I said with a giggle. “Very big.”
“I knew it!”
It was like I’d never been away. I’d been nervous about going home, thinking Clare might be cross with me for staying at his two nights in a row. But by the time we’d finished our tea, we were back to normal too. Everything was how it was supposed to be.
I lay in bed that night with my eyes closed, having a happy little dream. I was running my bakery, he was running his business to strict hours, home every day in time for tea which I’d lay out like an old fashioned housewife. But I’d deliberately let it go cold, knowing it would lead to a spanking. He’d pretend to be cross with me but then he’d take me in his arms and yank up my dress, slap that firm hand of his down on my ass and do the things that I loved so much.
I had mentioned to him about my dreams. The previous day before he’d had to catch his plane, we’d been laid in bed together and he’d turned and asked me about the future. “What do you want to do with your life?” he asked out of nowhere.
So I’d told him. “I’ve always dreaming of running my own bakery?”
“Really?”
I nodded, snuggling in next to him, his arm holding me loosely in place. “Maybe after university. I don’t know, it’s something I’ve wanted to do since I was little. What about you?”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I promise.”
“I always pictured myself in a little bookshop.”
“You’re kidding?”
He shook his head. “Can’t imagine it, can you?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just it doesn’t exactly scream alpha male, does it?”
“I don’t care about that. I’ve done the whole business thing for long enough. I’ve made more money than I could spend in two lifetimes. I want to do something that makes me happy.”
“Then do me.”
The conversation ended there but I came back to it once I was home in my own bed. To think of him in a little bookshop somewhere wasn’t as strange an image as it had been at first. It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling to picture myself decorating cakes while next door he was buried in books. The image stayed with me and I dreamt of that life, a life I knew couldn’t ever happen in reality. He’d never be able to give up the company, it needed him too much. He was too important to it. And as for me, I’d be lucky to get a job after uni, let alone earn enough to buy my own shop.
“You should ask him to pay for it,” Clare mentioned the next morning when I told her about my conversation.
“I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not? He’s a millionaire.”
“Yes but it wouldn’t be right. It’s not fair to mooch off him.”
“I would if I were in your shoes.”
“I know you would.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “Well, you can start practising if you like?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“You never made me those brownies. Come on, my little baker, get cooking!”
TWENTY-FOUR
DOMINIC
When I got back from Berlin, the first thing I did after unpacking was head over to Evangeline’s house. I made a detour on the way which meant I got to hers about eleven in the morning. I knocked on her door, hoping she’d remembered what I told her in my last text message before landing. She was to be naked for me. “What if Clare’s in?” she replied but I didn’t answer. That was her problem, not mine.
I knocked again and after leaving it for a few more seconds, I tried the door. It was unlocked so I headed inside, listening out for her. I was about to shout when I heard a creak from upstairs. Tiptoeing up, I peered round her bedroom door and found her fast asleep. She looked so peaceful, it was hard to bring myself to wake her up.
I knelt by the bed and took hold of the blanket, pulling it through my fingers so it slid down her body, revealing her naked form. She began to stir only when the blanket fell to the floor. Reaching out for it, she found nothing, a frown forming as she half opened her eyes. She took one look at me and then a broad grin spread across her face.
“Daddy, you’re back!” She shot upright and flung her arms around me, her breasts crushed against my chest as she planted one kiss after another on my cheek. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I extricated myself from her arms, hard though it was. “Have you forgotten what I told you?” I asked in my sternest voice.
“You told me to be naked. I am, look.”
“I also told you not to lounge in bed all morning or you’d be groggy when I got here.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, a pout forming on her lips, her luscious soft lips, the lips that I ached to kiss. Later. Punishment first. “I was touching myself and thinking of you and then I must have fallen asleep. Please forgive me, Daddy.”
“You know the rules by now.”
“But I said I was sorry.”
“Bend over, little Lily.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She didn’t protest. She knew it was pointless. It was part of being my little girl that she submitted to the discipline I chose for her. Falling asleep when I’d told her to be up and about wasn’t the biggest crime in the world but I’d been away from her long enough to miss the sight of her ass marked red by my hand. This was the perfect excuse to spank her and I didn’t intend to let her off the hook just because I’d been away.
She bent over the bed, her ass pointing towards me, her hips swaying slightly from side to side. My cock hardened instantly as I looked at her. “I’ve missed that,” I said, lifting my hand and slapping it down on her right buttock a second later.
“And I’ve missed that,” she replied.
“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” I asked, swatting her ass.
“Yes,” she hissed, the breath leaving her lungs as I spanked her again. I shifted position slightly so I could land firmer blows, watching her face turn as red as her behind whilst I continued to slap down on her ass until she was fighting for breath.
“Don’t move,” I said when I was done. She did as I said, remaining in place while I lowered my trousers to the floor. I kicked them and my shoes off together. “I brought something back for you,” I said, reaching into my jacket pocket and bringing out the slender little stainless steel buttplug I’d picked up especially for her.
“Have you?” she asked. “What is it?”
“This,” I replied, applying a drop of lube from the bottle beside her bed. I slid the tip of the plug down the
valley of her buttocks, listening to her breathing change as I nudged it towards her tight little hole. As I slid it past the initial point of resistance, she let out a little moan of pain and then it was in her, a sight that made my cock twitch with lust, seeing it buried in her but sticking out at the same time, obscene yet beautiful all at once.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said between panting breaths.
“You’re welcome, my little Lily,” I replied, pushing my cock into her as I said it. I slid deep inside her pussy in a single slow movement, not stopping until I was buried in her, the base of the plug rubbing against my body, forcing it further into her.
I rotated the plug slightly inside her as I began to thrust. “Have you been good while I’ve been away?” I asked.
“I have, Daddy.”
“Have you been going to bed before midnight like I told you?”
She paused before answering. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Liar.” I slapped my hand down on her ass, the smacking sound echoing round the room as she let out a shriek of surprise. “Tell the truth.”
“I tried but I couldn’t sleep last night, I was too excited knowing you were coming home soon.”
“That’s no excuse,” I said, pulling back as if I was going to stop fucking her. If I had more self discipline I’d have been able to withdraw but it felt too good being inside her so I began fucking her hard instead, slamming into her, not letting her catch her breath. Within minutes I felt my orgasm building inside and her inner walls gripped me so well that I knew I’d come any moment.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” she gasped, pushing her hips back onto me, reaching her own climax just as mine hit me. My cum shot into her just as she orgasmed, her pussy contracting around my spasming cock as she screamed out loud below me.
My heart was still slowing down when I slowly withdrew from her. “I have another present for you,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed and drawing her onto my lap, feeling the plug pressing into my leg as she snuggled up on me. “Would you like to know what it is?”
EPILOGUE
EVANGELINE
A MONTH LATER
My heart pounded in my chest. I felt certain everyone knew. How could they not know? I looked round the conference room at the stern faced executives. None of them were looking at me. Why would they? I didn’t matter. As far as they were concerned, I was just Dominic’s new assistant.
They didn’t know. I was being paranoid. I shifted in my seat and winced as I did so. It felt so heavy, so solid, just so present in there. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was sat at the conference table where he’d fucked me not so long ago, a thought that made me shiver with desire.
I sat there with a buttplug buried inside me, digging deeper into me every time I moved, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else.
Dominic had brought me into a whole world I’d known nothing about, the world of a little girl. I was his little girl. On days when I was good, he rewarded me. Like when he’d come home from Berlin and told me he’d bought the vacant shop for me to live out my dream.
“But I’ve got a year of university left to go,” I told him as he unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
“It’s not going anywhere. Maybe I’ll take up cake making as a hobby in the meantime.”
He’d bought me a shop. Not only that but he’d also brought catalogues back with him from Berlin from the top manufacturers of baking equipment, told me to start circling the things I’d need.
But then when I was bad he punished me. Some punishments involved my ass being smacked until it was bright red and burning hot. Other punishments, like this one, were much harder to cope with.
As Greg talked to the people in the room about the upcoming court case against Archibald, I felt a hand on my thigh. Glancing under the table I saw Daddy’s fingers working their way under my skirt. I wanted to clamp my legs together but I knew if I did, I’d be in trouble later. So when he nudged my thighs apart, I let him, trying to control my breathing as he stroked at the front of my thong, the thong he’d chosen for me, the one that barely kept my plug in place whenever I stood up.
His motions were slow and steady but the feel of his fingertips inexorably circling my clit was enough to make me soaking wet in minutes. All the while, he kept nodding along to the presentation, chipping in from time to time as if he wasn’t slipping his finger round the side of my knickers.
As Greg moved on to talk about expanding the company further into Europe, Dominic leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to the executive bathroom. Join me in one minute.”
Before I could reply, he stood up, excusing himself from the room. I counted down the seconds, wondering if my face showed just how turned on I was. After exactly sixty seconds, I muttered that I was going to the bathroom and then stood up, clenching my buttocks to keep the plug in place. With each step I took towards the door, it rubbed inside me, making my heart race all the faster.
I made it to the corridor before leaning on the wall to catch my breath. The executive bathroom was only a few feet away but it felt like a very long walk with the plug feeling so heavy, gravity tugging it downwards as I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
I gasped at the sight before me. Daddy was completely naked, his cock rock hard. I had barely finished locking the door behind me before he pounced, shoving me to my knees and thrusting himself into my mouth. I stared up at him as he looked hungrily back at me, that magnificent body of his turning me on more than ever.
He buried himself at the back of my throat, gagging me on his length before sliding out, leaving me to gasp for air as he grabbed me and pulled me upwards. “Bend over the sink,” he said, twisting and shoving me impatiently in place before I had chance to obey him of my own accord. Nothing happened for a moment but then he lifted my skirt and yanked down my thong, easing out the buttplug a moment later. I winced at the stretching as it widened my tight hole before falling free. He tossed it aside but before I even had chance to feel empty, he pushed the tip of his cock straight into my ass. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He must have lubed his shaft as I felt little pain other than a sense of stretching fullness, a dull ache that grew as he pushed deeper into my ass, further than the plug had gone.
“Oh, damn, that’s good,” I growled, rocking back onto him. “You’re deep in my ass, Daddy.”
“I know, little Lily,” he replied. “How does it feel?”
“So good,” I said as he slid backwards before sliding all the way in again. “So, so good.”
He began thrusting faster and the entire world melted away. All there was in the universe was him and me, connected in the most intimate way, becoming one, bonding together as he fucked my ass harder as I reached under myself to ease the throbbing need in my clit. I have no idea how many times I came in that position but after the first orgasm hit, I was barely aware of where I was. Lost in pleasure, my body shook and writhed in place as he continued to pound into me, using me for his pleasure, filling me up in the naughtiest way imaginable.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned, the sound reaching me from a long way away as yet another climax raced through me. I felt his cock twitch a moment later, my ass gripping it, drawing it deep into me, feeling his hot cum spurting out and filling my ass. He thrust a last time as I let out a long moan of satisfaction.
I barely felt him withdraw, I was still recovering from my climax. I only knew what was happening when he slid my thong back up my legs. “We better get back,” he said, kissing my buttocks before turning away from me to dress. I leaned back on the sink and watched him, unable to keep a broad smile off my lips at the thought of what he’d just done.
I was still aching when we left the bathroom, returning to the conference to find Greg was still talking about expanding the business. “Glad you’re back, Dominic,” he said as we sat back down, me feeling a deep throb inside me as his cum threatened to leak out onto my chair. “Perhaps you could run us through your timeline.�
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“Of course,” Dominic said, standing up and moving to the front of the room. I watched him in a daze, half hearing what he was saying and half remembering what had just happened. “I intend to make it a steady transition to a more hands off approach. Of course, I’ll still be around to answer any questions you have so don’t go celebrating that the ogre’s gone just yet.”
There was a ripple of laughter round the room but I only smiled to myself, taking his hand in mine when he sat back down a minute later. He wasn’t an ogre. He was my Daddy.
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BONUS STORY ONE
LITTLE TIME
Prologue
Abbey lay on her back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She couldn’t bring herself to look down at him. She wished she was somewhere else, anywhere but laid on her back whilst a furious looking man folded a nappy between her legs. This wasn’t a game, this was real, he was treating her as if she was nothing but his depraved plaything.
She was desperate to cover her chest with her arms, shield her breasts from his menacing glare, anything to protect at least a shred of her modesty.
She dared not move though. Her bottom still stung from the heat of the spanking he had already given her. She knew that moving would mean trouble, he had told her as much. “Keep still,” he snapped as her legs moved together of their own accord.
She sucked on her dummy, the sensation of it in her mouth calming her far less than she’d hoped. He loomed over her, his hand outstretched towards her, ready to humiliate her yet again. How had it come to this? How had she ended up in the nursery of a violent Papa who offered her no hope of escape?