by Lucy Wild
I was still recovering when he bent me over the sofa again, his cock easing between my buttocks. I was about to protest that he’d never fit where he was going but then my ass suddenly seemed to widen and then he was in me and I screamed. It was a mingled pleasure and pain and it felt exquisite. He eased his way deeper and soon I was hungry for him, needing him to move in me. I rocked back and forth on his cock, loving the way it filled my ass so much, my hand on my clit, bringing myself to yet another orgasm as he began to thrust faster.
I was still recovering when he let out a groan, burying himself in me. I felt his cock jerk in my ass and then he spurted cum into me, his hand spanking me a final time as he did so, making me yelp into the cushions, my legs losing all strength. I collapsed and he fell onto me, the two of us lying in a pile on the sofa, our breathing slowly returning to normal as he slid slowly from me, bringing a moment of pain as he left but then all I felt was joy. Joy that I’d met him, joy that I was there with him, joy that he had chosen me to be his little princess.
THIRTY
GEORGE
Two weeks later
It had been a while since I’d worn a suit anywhere but the club. It had been even longer since I’d been in the audience at the theatre. “Be careful,” I told Donna as she adjusted my tie for me. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”
She kissed my cheek. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. It’ll be fine.”
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.”
THIRTY-ONE
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.
EPILOGUE
GEORGE
SIX MONTHS LATER…
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Is she as good as me?”
I turned to her and shook my head. “Of course not. Now shush, good girls don’t talk during the performance.”
It had been a week since she’d stopped performing in the play. Her bump was getting too noticeable for the audience to accept her in the part. Her understudy was up there at that moment, saying the same lines, though I found it hard to care about her performance. Since Donna was no longer in the play, my need to watch every night had gone. We’d only come this evening to see how things were going without her. My mind was on other things.
I glanced down at her hand, absently stroking its way across her tummy. It made me smile to think how nervous she’d been about telling me about the pregnancy. She’d thought I might be angry, or that I might tell her I wasn’t ready for a family. Nothing could be further from the truth. With anyone else, I might have had qualms but with her, it was right. When it’s the right person, you just know. There’s no other way of explaining it. I just knew.
Things had been different with Cassie, with what happened all those years ago. I’d had nearly six months with Donna to process the past, to talk through everything I’d kept to myself for all those years. It was getting gradually easier to think about the past. That had been a one night stand. This was a life, a life together. I would never forget her, never forget the child she had carried, the child I would never know. But my focus now was on Donna, on my little princess, and that made the pain of the loss easier to bear by just enough, having that shift to her, to our future. No longer was I fixated on the past. Now I was thinking of the future, of our future. It looked bright.
I was writing again. I might never live up to the acclaim of About Last Night but I was halfway through something that I thought was all right. It might even be pretty good when it was finished. Not that there was any rush. Half my time was spent writing, the rest getting the house ready for the new arrival. Since Donna had moved in with me, we’d had a lot of things to organise, not least making space for a nursery. The paint was still drying but we had a few months yet to finish choosing furniture.
I reached over to her and placed my hand on her knee, squeezing it gently. It was the secret sign we had chosen not long after all this began. Automatically, she shifted her knees apart, slouching back in her seat. Being by the aisle meant she could stick her left leg out past the seat, into the space beside her. It meant I could easily get under her growing bump, find her thigh, press my fingers beneath the hem of her dress. I felt the edge of the stockings she’d worn for me and I hardened instantly, thinking of how she’d look bent over in them, how much I wanted to be inside her.
My hand slid gradually up to her pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear. “Good girl,” I muttered in her ear as I stroked a line down to her wetness, not caring if anyone noticed what I was doing. She stuck to the contract rigidly, unless she wanted spanking. Which she sometimes did. “Follow me.”
I stood up, whispering an, “Excuse me,” as we got to our feet. Together we tiptoed to the back of the theatre and through the door that led round to the dressing rooms. As soon as we were alone in the corridor away from the audience, I grabbed her, pushing her against the wall and kissing her. “I have to have you,” I said, half dragging, half pushing her down the corridor. We reached what was her dressing room and found it locked.
“Lucky I still have my key,” she said, digging it out of her handbag. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping inside as I followed.
“Take off that dress,” I commanded.
“We’ve only got ten minutes until the interval,” she protested.
“Then you better be quick, hadn’t you?”
She pouted at me but her hand was already at her shoulder, sliding the dress off her body, pushing it down over her bump, revealing her body to me. My cock throbbed in response to the sight and once again I marvelled at her beauty, the stocking accentuatin
g my desire for her. I lifted her in my arms, dropping her softly on her ass on the dressing table. I yanked her legs apart before sinking to my knees, burying my face between her legs. She tasted as sweet as ever and I was in heaven, my tongue delving into her, my hands on her hips, my eyes filled with the sight of her so close to me, her glistening swollen arousal clear to see as I lapped at her, teasing her for as long as I could last.
It wasn’t long. I had to take her. Standing up, I took her hand and used it to open my flies. Reaching inside, she pulled out my cock, stroking her hand along the shaft whilst smiling down at it. “We haven’t got long,” she said, licking her lips as I took a step towards her. “You’ll have to hurry.”
“You don’t tell Daddy what to do,” I replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her to the edge of the table, bringing her pussy onto my cock. I slid straight into her, watching the joy appear on her face as I thrust deep into her. “Do you?”
“No, Daddy,” she replied. “But please don’t ever stop doing that.”
I resisted chuckling at the plaintive tone in her voice. There was no way I was stopping, not until I was done with her. All the time we’d been together, this had lost none of its sheer pleasure, the feel of her pussy around my cock, holding me, gripping me, bringing me close to orgasm within minutes.
I stroked her clit whilst fucking her, my tongue in her mouth, my cock twitching inside her as she groaned loudly. She exhaled into my mouth, her hands clawing at my back as she reached a powerful climax. I stayed still while it wracked her body, letting it fade before thrusting as hard as I could, bringing myself to orgasm in under a minute, my cum shooting up into her, a sensation as wonderful as the first time I’d done it.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered as I slid slowly from her.
“You’re welcome. Now get dressed. I’m taking you home.”
“You don’t want to stay to watch the end of the play?”