by Lucy Wild
It was easy for her to say. She hadn’t been there that night. I still remembered it vividly. The audience all thought Cassie was acting until it was too late. I remember seeing her body on stage, the call for a doctor to come up, the heart stopping moment when we all realised.
“But what if Henry gets it wrong.”
“He won’t.”
Joshua had vanished not long after Simon backed out of the town’s redevelopment. Him and his uncle hadn’t been seen, the rumour was they’d gone abroad and weren’t coming back. The council were said to be furious that the deal had fallen through but everyone else was happy. They were doing their best to revive it but for now at least, the theatre was safe. She was safe. As long as nothing happened tonight. It was the grand opening night and until I saw her on stage and saw she was all right, I wasn’t going to be able to relax.
Those thoughts were still in my mind when I reached the theatre. Donna was already there, rehearsing backstage somewhere. I had a hat pulled low over my head, trying to remain anonymous as I shuffled inside to my seat on the front row. From where I was, I would have a perfect view of her. We’d practised using the rope again and again until she was certain nothing could go wrong. I still worried though. It was a very long wait for the play to start.
Around me, the audience settled in. The place was packed out. Journalists and critics from up and down the country were in attendance, all of them amazed that I’d given permission for the play to be performed again. When the lights went down, the conversation quietened and then it began. There she was, my little princess, up on stage with a phone cradled in her ear, saying the lines I’d written all those years ago.
The first act was over in a flash but the second seemed to take forever. All the time, I kept my eyes fixed on her. When act three began, I felt on the verge of a heart attack. There she was, the rope tied around her, her body still. I began to panic. She’d been still for too long. She was dead. It was happening again. Oh my God, it was happening again. I shifted in my seat, unable to keep still any longer. I was on the verge of crying out, running up and grabbing her, when she twisted her hand. Her eyes opened and she fixed her gaze on me, her hand twisting into a slight thumbs up that only I noticed.
I sighed with relief, sinking back into my seat, fanning myself as my heart rate slowly returned to normal. She was all right. It was okay. She was fine. The play ended shortly afterwards and a huge round of applause spread around the theatre. The cast lined up and took a bow and then Erica, their leader, stepped forward and pointed down at me. “The writer of the play,” she shouted. “Mr George Atherton. Come up here, George.”
I shook my head as she waved again. “Come on, George, don’t be shy.”
I scowled at her but there was no getting away from it. A minute later I was in the middle of the stage, taking a bow as the applause continued. I squinted at the lights, seeing right to the back of the theatre. In the far corner, shrouded in darkness, it looked like someone was standing there. I blinked, looking closer. For the briefest of moments, it seemed as if Cassie was standing there, smiling at me. Then the curtain fell and I was alone with the cast, the applause slowly fading.
Donna’s hand slipped into mine as she turned to face me. “Well,” she said, grinning broadly. “What did you think?”
“That you are a wonderful actor,” I replied.
“Thank you,” she said as Nigel coughed behind her.
“And you were superb too,” I said, taking his proffered hand. “All of you were wonderful.”
“We couldn’t have done it without your kindness,” Erica said. “Thank you so much for letting us perform your play.”
“Don’t mention it,” I said, realising as I did so that I was surrounded by people and I didn’t mind. That was something else she’d done for me, brought me out of seclusion and back into the light. I turned to her and kissed her, not caring what anyone thought.
“We better get changed,” she said. “They’ve set up a press conference in the bar.”
“Best place for one,” Henry called out from the side of the stage. “You joining us for a drink, George?”
“I suppose so,” I said, my hand still entwined with Donna’s. “If you’re buying.”
He laughed and turned away. In a few seconds I was alone on stage with Donna. She looked up at me expectantly. “I wanted to say something,” she said. “I wanted to say thank you.”
“What for?”
“For everything you’ve done. You’re a good person, Daddy.”
“And you’re my good little girl. Now you better go get changed. Fame beckons.”
“I doubt it.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. You were incredible.”
“You really think so?”
“Remember the contract, no lies.”
“I also remember you wanted to take me back to the club.”
“I was thinking I might resign as a member. I don’t think I need to go there anymore.”
“That’s a pity.”
“You think so?”
She nodded. “I was hoping you’d take me again. Another night with no rules, maybe?”
“Maybe,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Now go make Daddy proud.”
EPILOGUE
DONNA
Two months later
“Is it true your ex is up for attempted murder?”
I looked out at the journalist, shaking my head at yet another attempt to raise that issue. “I’m here to talk about the play,” I said, “not anything else.”
“So you’re saying it’s not true?”
“Do you have a question about the play?”
“Our readers have a right to know.”
I stood up. “Thank you very much for coming, ladies and gentlemen.”
I walked backstage to the shouts of questions behind me. I’d given them an hour, surely that was long enough? I had to get to the dressing room. Daddy would be waiting for me.
Pushing open the dressing room door, I smiled as I saw him sitting on the sofa by the congratulations cards and flowers piled on my dressing table. “Fifty shows,” he said, getting to his feet. “How does it feel?”
“It feels like you chose a hell of a night to make me do this,” I said, shivering slightly.
He grinned. “You could have said no.”
“Where would the fun have been in that?” I asked, reaching up under my skirt and sliding down my knickers. “I need you in me.”
“Let me see,” he said, looking down as I lifted my skirt. I spun slowly round, revealing the plug buried in my ass. “Do you have any idea how distracting that is when I’m supposed to be acting?”
“I have some idea from how red your cheeks are.”
I pretended to be cross but he didn’t fall for it, taking me in his arms and kissing me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he said, reaching down and pressing his fingers against the plug. “I’m impressed you kept it in.”
“You told me to.”
“I did. Now I’m telling you to strip.”
“What if someone comes in?”
He shrugged. “They’ll see me fucking you.”
I took my costume off quickly, seeing the hunger growing in his eyes as he saw my body coming into view. “Bend over the dressing table,” he said, pointing to one side.
I did as he asked, seeing him stand behind me in the mirror. He played with the plug as I watched him, the feel of it heavy inside me. It had been in there all night and it had made my performance more difficult than any previous night.
Fifty performances. Still the audiences kept coming. The theatre wasn’t just safe. We’d made enough profits already for the roof to be redone and for new seating to be installed. That was on top of the grant. All thanks to one play and one man, the man who was sliding into me at that very moment. I was never going to get used to the size of him, his cock filling me completely as he took my hips in his hands, pulling me back onto him, his eyes fixed on my ass. He looked incredible. It
was hard to picture life without him. My heart ached when I was away from him.
Every night he watched the show, adamant that he needed to know I was safe. Each time he saw me stand up, he seemed relieved, the trauma running deep inside him. His anxiety had eased over time though, evidenced by his demand tonight that I wear the plug during my performance. “Anything to please my Daddy,” I’d told him and I’d meant it.
His cock slid from me and I growled with frustration. A second later it was in me again, slamming into me until I could barely breathe. He slid out again and this time he spun me round and kissed me, the two of us stumbling down onto the sofa. He pushed his cock into my pussy once more, his chest against mine as he ground himself into me. I clawed at his back, yearning for that familiar feeling of his cum inside me. I wanted it. I needed it. It was the greatest feeling I knew, my body bringing him to the peak of pleasure, same as he did to me. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I muttered, kissing him again and again.
His finger found my clit, stroking it in the way I loved most. In minutes I was on the verge of an orgasm and when I came, I couldn’t resist crying out. His mouth pressed against mine, silencing me as he continued to thrust, bringing himself to climax less than a minute later. We lay together on the sofa, his arms wrapped around me, my hand on his chest. “Do you know something?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“I love you, my little princess.”
“You…you do?”
He nodded.
“I love you too,” I replied, planting countless kisses on him.
I was still grinning when we left the theatre half an hour later, taking the back exit to avoid the press. It had been a week since they’d found out about me and Darren and they still kept asking me about it, hoping I’d give them something they could use. As far as I was concerned he was in the past. All I cared about was my future. And it was looking brighter than it ever had done before.
I had my Daddy and my acting, what more could anyone want? What indeed, I thought, stroking my stomach and wondering when to tell him I was late. Would he be angry? It wasn’t something we’d ever talked about but the more the days passed, the less doubt there could be. I had thought about taking a test but something about it would seem so definite.
For now, I would wait, hold onto this quiet moment with the love of my life before I found out one way or another. Whatever the answer was, I got the feeling everything would change. After all, so much had already changed since I’d indulged in one night with no rules.
DADDY DOM – SNEAK PEEK
She brought me a parcel. I’m keeping her…
Dominic…
My ordered world fell apart when an innocent delivery girl knocked on the door of my penthouse suite. I had to have her.
She thinks she can just say no and I’ll let her leave but she’s about to learn that when I want something, I get it.
By the time I’m finished with her, she’ll be begging me for more.
Evangeline…
When he opened his door, he gave me such an intense look that my panties almost melted.
Then he opened his mouth, yelling at me for getting his order wrong, threatening to punish me for his mistake.
He might be a millionaire and the hottest guy I’ve ever seen but he’s rude, he’s arrogant and…and somehow I’m now tied to his bed with a blindfold over my eyes, nervously waiting to find out how he’s going to punish me.
Enjoy a sneak peek of Daddy Dom…
PROLOGUE
DOMINIC
I’d been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on Evangeline, my little Lily. Now it had finally arrived and I had no intention of rushing things. I wanted to savour every single moment. She looked so nervous, standing there waiting for me to decide what to do with her. Did she know what I had planned? What was hidden in my drawer, ready for me to bring out and use to introduce her to a whole new world? I didn’t say a word. It would be a perfect surprise.
I hooked my fingers into the straps of her dress, lifting them off her shoulders, watching as it slid down her slender body. She muttered something, some apology for the way she looked, like she needed to apologise at all for being so little. Reaching around her back, I unhooked her bra with one hand, flicking away the clasp so I could pull it from her body. As her delicious breasts came into view, I couldn’t help but stare at them, the way they swelled as her chest heaved.
Her breathing was almost out of control, she was so nervous. I’d waited so long to see those boobs in all their glory and there they were at last, as perfect as I’d expected, the nipples pointing eagerly towards me, ready for my tongue to encircle them. Not yet, I told myself, not yet.
I knelt down, noting her trembling hands in front of me. Reaching forward, I took hold of her white cotton panties and slid them down her legs, feeling the cool softness of her skin under my fingers. The sight of her perfect pussy took my breath away. My cock throbbed at the sight and it took effort to resist to not touch her there yet. Patience, I told myself.
When her panties were pooled with her dress on the rug, I stood up again, wrapping my arms around her back, pulling her towards me. “Kiss me,” she muttered. “Please kiss me, Daddy.”
Her body pressed into mine. I felt my cock hardening so much it felt painful against my boxer shorts, it wanted to be free. Not yet. I gently brushed her lips with my own, teasing her, making her stretch up to reach me, seeing the frustration grow on her face until I finally slid my tongue into her mouth, exploring, controlling, owning, even her breathing belonged to me in that moment. Fuck, it was hard not to throw her on the bed and slam into her whether she was ready or not. Taking it slow has never been easy for me, it’s not something I’m used to.
As our embrace continued, I ran my hands down her back, finding her ass, cupping it gently, caressing and then squeezing her buttocks, as flawless as I’d expected. Lifting with my arms, I brought her upwards until her feet left the ground. She gasped into my mouth, her legs wrapping instinctively around me, making it easier for me to carry her across to my bed, the place I never had any doubt she was going to end up sooner or later. From the moment I met her, I knew.
Back when she’d first stood on my doorstep, cowering away from me, so desperate to please me, I’d known, I’d known I’d fuck her, I’d known she would be mine. There had never been any doubt she would submit to me.
I paused by the edge of the bed, not wanting to let go of her ass, the tip of my cock feeling the heat of her pussy as she clung onto me so tightly, as if she was afraid she’d lose me if she let go. As if I’d do that to her. Pulling back from the kiss, I moved my mouth to her neck, brushing it with my lips whilst lowering her slowly onto her back.
Once she was down, I moved across her body, making my way slowly to her chest, each kiss bringing a quiet gasp from her. Just when I was about to take her right nipple into my mouth, I moved away, leaving her pouting up at me. “Where are you going?” she asked. “Come back, Daddy.”
“You need to wear this,” I said, reaching for the blindfold in my drawer.
She looked scared but at least she didn’t try and refuse. She lifted her head so I could slide the blindfold over her eyes. Her breathing grew even more laboured as I stood up and looked down at her naked body, the way her chest continued to heave, her legs open just enough for me to see how wet she’d become. I was going to fuck her so hard she’d scream the place down but not yet. It wasn’t time yet.
“On your front,” I said, watching as she rolled over, her pert little ass just asking to be spanked bright red. Once she was laid on her chest, I knelt by the side of the bed, reaching underneath the corner for the first length of silk. “Arm out,” I said, waiting while she moved her hand towards me. Wrapping the fabric scarf around her wrist, I tied it loosely, better not do it too tight the first time.
I moved around the bed, tying each limb in turn until she was bound in place ready for me. I undressed quickly, my cock pointing towa
rds her, so hard it was painful. Kissing my way from her ankles to her ass, I listened to her breathing, monitoring closely how she reacted to everything I did. She was already moaning and it made it all the more difficult not to thrust straight into her. It was nearly time for that, but first she had to be punished for her lateness.
Crushing her underneath my body, I thrust my cock between her legs, finding her clit, basking in the heat of it as I began to kiss the back of her neck. It took all my self control to resist sliding into her wetness but somehow I managed it, kissing my way back down to her ass, spreading her buttocks, my tongue gliding down the sweet valley that led to her puckered little hole, the sight of it making my cock twitch with desire. I dipped my tongue into her ass just once before climbing back up off the bed and crossing to my chest of drawers.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” I asked, reaching into the drawer, bringing out the crop, swishing it through the air in readiness.
“Be gentle with me,” she replied, shuffling in place, her pussy soaking wet in anticipation of me fucking her. She would have to wait for that. Punishment came first. Soon she’d learn that this was part of being my little girl. She had to submit to my punishment when she misbehaved.
“It’s too late for gentle,” I said, bringing the crop down on her buttocks with a resounding smack, the sharp sound echoing around the room as she let out a scream of shock.
“Stop!” she cried as I brought the crop down through the air a second time. I just managed to move it so it missed her ass, the tip instead hitting the bed with a pathetic muffled thud. “Let me go,” she begged. “Let me go right now.”
I looked down at her. She was completely in my power. I could ignore her plaintive demands, continue to whip her ass until it was burning hot and bright red, then I could fuck her and she would be able to do nothing about it. I glanced between her legs and my cock throbbed in readiness as she tugged at the bonds holding her in place, trying ineffectually to free herself. I looked at the crop and then back at her. And then I made my decision.