by Lucy Wild
I could have kissed her. I wanted to. I wanted to push her onto her knees and fill her mouth until she gagged. I wanted to unzip that coat to reveal her naked body, bend her over and fuck her there and then. Under my coat, only my boxers prevented her from feeling the hardness of me pointing towards her. I wanted her more than anything and I couldn’t hold off taking her.
Did I want to fuck her because I cared about her? Or to make that feeling go away? I looked at her and she blinked slowly, her chest heaving as she stared back up at me. She’s naked under the coat, a voice said to me, screamed at me in fact. She’s naked under there and you could do anything to her. Just do it.
I was on my knees before I realised what was happening. Reaching up, I grabbed the zip of her coat and slid it downwards, the two halves falling apart to reveal her naked body underneath.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I was doing what I wanted, bad idea as it was, I couldn’t stop myself any longer. I kissed her stomach softly before shoving her legs apart, impatient to taste her.
I slid my hand up her leg whilst pressing my lips to her clit. The taste of her was as sweet as I’d expected and it made my cock ache painfully at the thought of being inside her.
With my right hand on her ass, holding her in place, the index finger of my left hand eased itself through her wetness, finding her entrance and then delving into her pussy, exploring it whilst I continued to lick her clit.
She grabbed the back of my head, grinding her hips against me. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered while I continued to play with her pussy, my lips gliding over her clit, wanting to lap up every drop of her wetness.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I picked up speed, feeling more turned on than ever by what she’d said. Her pussy gripped my fingers as her body began to shiver. Another flick over her clit and then she came, her hips bucking in place, her body shaking, a deep moan escaping her as she did her best to keep quiet.
I was going to continue but there was a jolt under my feet and the brakes began to squeak. The train started to slow, the voice of the driver echoing around us as he announced the stop. “Come on,” I said, standing up quickly, “before the guard comes back for us.”
“All right,” she replied but she sounded reluctant to move. I knew how she felt. I hated to see her hide her body away again inside the coat. Watching her turn and unlock the door, I caught a glimpse of her legs under the coat and again I was torn by the need to take her.
As she moved away from me, I felt a strong sense of loss that came from nowhere. It seemed that one emotion led to another. I might never have her that close to me again, especially when I left her with Ben.
Once I’d done that, I could deal with Tony, make him understand that she wasn’t right for Kingsley. Maybe he’d kill me, maybe he’d listen. Time would tell.
We stepped off the train and onto the platform. “What now?” she asked.
“We look for a clothes shop,” I replied. “Unless you’re happy staying in that coat.
We headed out of the station, me trying to ignore the feel of the pavement pressing into my bare feet. It took ten minutes of walking to find a clothes shop and I was just beginning to lose hope when Isabel pointed in the distance. “Look, over there.”
“Perfect,” I said, leading the way over the road towards the shop.
TWENTY-FOUR
ISABEL
I felt ridiculous walking into the clothes shop wearing nothing but a coat. At least the embarrassment stopped me thinking too much about what he’d just done to me. My legs were still weak from my climax. No one had ever made me come that quickly before. It was like a dream come true.
The sales assistant looked at me as I walked past her. I felt sure she knew I was naked underneath my coat, the way she looked at me when I passed by made me shrink in my place. Luckily, Jake took my hand and walked me towards the back of the shop. “What do you reckon?” he asked, picking up a dress and holding it against me. “Will this do?”
“If I’m going to appear in a music video in 1995 maybe.”
“What’s wrong with denim?”
I sighed. “It would take far too long to answer that question. You find stuff for you, I’ll find things for me.”
I met him by the dressing rooms at the back of the shop. He had a couple of shirts over his sleeve and a pair of black trousers dangling down towards the floor. “Did you find any shoes?” he asked.
I waved a pair of heels in his direction. “Of course.”
“Practical.”
“Thanks. Shall we?”
There was no one guarding the dressing rooms so I walked into the nearest one and went to pull the curtain closed. Jake’s hand grabbed it from me and he stepped inside, shaking his head.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“What?”
“It’s not safe. Now hurry up and get changed. We can’t stay here too long, they might still be after us. The further ahead we are, the better.”
“I’m not going to strip in front of you.”
“You’re going to do what your Daddy tells you. You forget I already saw you naked in the hotel. Now get that coat off or I’ll take it off you.”
His voice sounded furious and his eyes flashed a dare at me. With a trembling hand, I reached up for the zip of the coat. “Please, Daddy, don’t make me do this.”
“Get on with it.”
The zip seemed louder than a motorbike roaring past right next to my head. It slid slowly downwards as I turned away from him, feeling his eyes on my back. The coat shrugged off my shoulders as I heard his zip undoing at the same time. I glanced behind me and saw him turning to pick up the nearest shirt.
He was only wearing his boxer shorts and I could see how hard he was, his cock bulging outwards against the fabric. He caught me looking at him and I looked away.
“Izzy,” he said, his voice cold. “Come here.”
“Let me put my dress on first.”
“Come here.”
I turned round to face him, one hand across my chest, the other between my legs, doing my best to keep my modesty. “What is it, Daddy?”
“Get on your knees.”
“What?”
His hands descended on my shoulders, pushing me downwards. I almost struggled but then I caught sight of his cock straining to be released and I couldn’t resist any longer. I had to know what it looked like. “What are you doing?” I asked as I sank to my knees, held in place, my face an inch away from it.
“Don’t move,” he said. “Daddy’s got something for you.”
“Have you?” I asked as he slid his boxers slowly off his hips. His cock sprang free and my eyes widened at the sight of it, the size of it so much more than I’d been expecting. “Is that for me?”
It looked incredible, the head glistening in the glaring light of the dressing room. My body began to respond to the sight of it, a heat in the pit of my stomach that made my pussy tingle with desire.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
I did as he asked, unable to disobey his commanding voice. He took hold of the shaft and the head of his cock slid over my bottom lip, the heat of it almost too much to handle. The smell was all him and it drove me wild.
I pushed my head forwards onto it until I choked on his length, his shaft filling my mouth. I looked up at his face as he stared down at me, his hands grabbing my hair and holding me in place, making it impossible for me to do anything but think about his cock in my mouth.
I gagged, my nostrils flaring as I fought for breath. At last, just when I thought I was going to pass out, he pulled back and let my tongue slide along his shaft, flicking over the head, hungrily, wanting him back in my mouth.
I couldn’t really believe it was happening but it was, the feel of him slamming into my mouth a second time was proof of that. He fucked my fa
ce, there’s no other way to describe it. With his hands holding me in place, he thrust back and forth into my mouth whilst I did my best to allow him as far in as he wanted to go.
“That’s a good little girl,” he said, pulling back and sliding the tip over my lips. “Get ready.”
He slammed all the way into my mouth as his shaft began to twitch in place. A shot of hot cum hit the back of my throat a second later as he let out a low groan of satisfaction. He pressed his hips to my face, cutting off my breath as the last of his cum hit my throat. I couldn’t even swallow until he finally slid out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air with the salty warm taste of him on my tongue.
I was still recovering when a voice said “Oi!”
I glanced sideways to see the curtain had been pulled open and the sales assistant was taking a step towards us. “Get out,” she said, her eyes moving down to Jake’s cock. “I’ve called the police.”
“Come on,” Jake said, pulling his boxers up and grabbing his clothes. “Let’s go.”
“But I’m not dressed.”
“Come on!” he shouted, shoving me out of the dressing room. “Grab anything.”
I only had time to scoop up my shoes before he dragged me out of the shop. On the way he picked something off a hook and then a second later, we were outside. “Stop!” I screamed. “I’m naked!”
“Here,” he said, shoving a dress into my hand. “Quickly.”
I threw the dress on, pulling it over my shoulders as the shop assistant appeared in the doorway behind me. “You haven’t paid for those,” she shouted.
“Come on,” Jake said, taking my hand and beginning to run. He was still only in his boxers and drew a lot of looks as we sprinted to the end of the street and round the corner. “In there,” he said, pointing at a dodgy looking pub. “We’ll hide in there.”
He pulled on the clothes he’d taken before pushing the door to the pub inwards and vanishing inside, leaving me to follow him a second later. I looked down at my dress and realised it was from the children’s section, a short frilly frock that would probably lead to me being thrown out of the pub for being under age before I was even inside. Taking a deep breath, I stepped over the threshold and followed Jake, hoping he hadn’t gone far.
TWENTY-FIVE
ISABEL
He was waiting by the bar, ordering soft drinks for us both. “What do we do now?” I asked as he tapped his pockets and swore under his breath. “I left my wallet in the hotel,” he said. “Shit.”
The barman was halfway through pouring the first drink when he stopped. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you can’t pay for these,” he said.
“Hold on,” Jake replied, glancing around the pub.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he began to walk away from me.
“Wait there,” he replied, glancing back over his shoulder. “Nice dress by the way.”
“Is that your father?” the barman asked after he’d gone.
“No,” I replied absently. “That’s my Daddy.”
My curiosity got the better of me when he hadn’t returned a minute later. Walking away from the bar I saw he’d gone through to the pool room. He was in the middle of a game with an overweight guy in his fifties. “Is this what you’re doing?” I asked. “Playing pool?”
“My daughter,” he said to the man who was lining up a shot. “Izzy, I told you to wait by the bar.” His eyes narrowed. “Go!”
I turned away, swearing to myself. What the hell was he doing? I sat on a stool by the bar and waited, not sure what else to do. My mind went back to the clothes shop, me on my knees, his cock sliding into my mouth. In the cold light of day, I couldn’t believe I’d done it. It was already like a dream, like something I’d imagined, not something that had actually happened. Why had he done it? Why had I let him?
The door to the pub swung open and a man walked in, distracting me from my thoughts. He glanced around him before slowly sauntering over to me. “Hi there,” he said with a half smile. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’d watch out,” the bar man said. “Her dad’s round the corner.”
“Oh, is he?” the man said, not looking at all surprised. “I better not, then.”
Something about him was suspicious but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I got up from the stool, ignoring the way he was still looking at me. I caught sight of Jake, he was still in the middle of the game, only three balls left on the table. Rolling my eyes, I pushed open the door to the ladies and walked inside, looking at myself in the mirror.
I looked tired. Not surprising given everything that had happened in the last couple of days. The frock looked as strange on me as ever, as if I really was his little girl, although I knew he hadn’t deliberately chosen it. My hair was a mess but there wasn’t much I could do about it.
I ran the tap and scooped water into my cupped palms, bringing it up to splash onto my face. “What am I doing?” I said out loud.
“Coming home with me,” a voice said.
I spun round to see the man from the bar standing too close to me.
“You’re a hard woman to find,” he said, taking a step towards me as I backed up against the sink. “Lucky Tony put a man in the train station just in case.”
“What do you want from me?”
“To take you home.”
“You can’t. I won’t go.”
“Not while Jake’s guarding you, maybe but I knew he couldn’t stay by your side forever”
“Please,” I muttered, getting ready to shout for Jake. “Don’t do this.”
“I wouldn’t shout if I were you,” he replied, reaching into his pocket. “Things might get messy. Let’s just walk out of here together nice and slow, shall we? A car’s on the way ready to pick us both up. Should be here any minute.”
“I’m not going,” I said, glancing past him to see the bathroom door opening slowly. “Leave me alone.”
“It’s not your decision,” he replied, a sneer forming on his lips.
“No,” Jake said from the doorway. “It’s mine.”
The man spun round to face him as Jake let the bathroom door close behind him. “Stay out of the way, Jake,” the man said. “Tony’s running out of patience.”
“She’s staying with me, Adrian,” Jake replied. “Now I’ll give you a chance to leave. Go and tell him he’s not getting her.”
“You’ve lost it,” Adrian said. “Step aside and let us go. Worry about your own neck.” As he spoke, he suddenly lunged at Jake but he wasn’t fast enough.
Jake sidestepped him, sticking out an ankle and tripping Adrian as he ran forwards. As he began to fall, Jake landed on his back, slamming his head straight into the tiles underneath him.
He lifted his head back up, took one glance at the closed eyes and blood dripping from his lip and then let it fall forwards again. “Come on,” he said, getting to his feet. “Before he wakes up.”
We headed out of the bathroom together, him leading the way. A car was approaching from the distance but Jake seemed to spot the danger at once, taking my hand and turning down an alleyway. “We’ll cut round to the train station,” he said, stepping over a pile of rubbish.
“But we haven’t got any money.”
“We have now,” he replied, pulling a wad of notes from his pocket.
“Where did you get that?”
“You didn’t think I was just playing pool for fun, did you?”
“You won all that?”
He nodded. “Come on.”
We got to the end of the alley and then he led the way back to the train station, watching all the time to see if the car reappeared. Once in the station, he headed for the ticket office, stopping to turn to me at the last second. “Does your father know about Ben?”
“What? No, why?”
“Because he might tell Tony where you’re going.”
“I never told anyone where he ended up.”
“Good. Hopefully you’ll be safe there.”
Could you cheat when you weren’t in a relationship with someone? I didn’t think you could but it didn’t stop me feeling guilty about it and I vowed not to do anything else with Jake, no matter how insistent he was, not until I found out what Ben felt about me. God, what a mess, I thought as we climbed onto the waiting train. What a mess I’d made of my entire life.
TWENTY-SIX
JAKE
I needed to let her go. I knew that. Sitting on the train on the seat opposite hers, I struggled to look at her without all the old emotions bubbling up, the ones I’d stamped on for so long.
I leant back on my seat and closed my eyes. If she stayed near me, she’d get hurt. There hadn’t been a single person I’d been close to who hadn’t gotten hurt sooner or later. It was better to keep people out, to go back to my old ways. I could vanish again once I’d made sure she was safe in Gladwell. I could lead them on a chase far away from there, leave a trail of breadcrumbs so they thought she’d gone somewhere else. Better that than the alternative.
I shouldn’t have done that thing on the train. It was a mistake. I’d lost control for a brief moment but I wouldn’t do it again, or so I thought. But then the sight of her naked in front of me in the dressing room had made it impossible to ignore the call of my body. The way she’d looked so lovingly up at me as I slid into her mouth, it was an image I struggled to shake off. She looked so vulnerable but so hungry for me at the same time.