Daddy's Here(19)

FOURTEEN



JAKE





She held my hand on the way to the guesthouse. She just slotted her cold hand into mine and clung onto it, walking slightly behind me as if she really were my daughter. I assumed she was afraid of the dark but I didn’t ask her, I saw no need. If she wanted to hold my hand, it made no difference to me. What mattered to me was getting her into bed before I ripped her clothes off and fucked her so hard, she’d barely be able to breathe. She was like a drug I couldn’t wean myself off and the worst part was that I was beginning to enjoy this feeling, torture as it was to know I couldn’t touch her that way, not if I wanted to keep my hands attached to my body.

I don’t know what it was about her but ever since she’d snuggled up next to me on the bus, my cock had been hard enough to cut diamonds. I’d had to sit with my legs awkwardly crossed so she didn’t see it. Calling me Daddy didn’t help, it made me think of things that were not at all paternal, it made me think about her on her knees calling me that, her mouth half open, me thrusting myself into her until she choked.

The bus breaking down was a blessing. The sleazebag who’d been trying to chat her up had kept glancing across at me. He knew. It was clear that he knew how I felt about her and his look made me want to smash his face into the window, throw him out onto the road, watch him vanish under the traffic.

Not that there was much traffic along the tiny little road the bus had wandered down. Between him staring at me and her rubbing herself against me, I was barely able to think straight. I knew I shouldn’t want her. I knew she was far too young for me. I also knew how Tony would feel if he found out I’d been fucking the girl who was supposed to marry his son. He would not be happy, let’s put it that way.

So I tried to ignore her, I tried to ignore how she smelt, how she looked, how she peered up at me with those teasing eyes of hers, the way she made me tell her I loved her, the little brat. She made me want to rip her clothes off, hold her down over my knee, paint her ass bright red with the flat of my hand, spank her for her behaviour.

When the bus broke down, I was off like a shot, taking deep gulps of the cold air outside, trying to get a grip of the lust that threatened to overwhelm me. Just when I thought I’d got it sorted, she appeared next to me. I looked at her and then at the woods opposite us. I knew I could grab her, drag her in there, cover her mouth with my hand. No one would notice a thing.

In seconds I could have her on her knees, my cock in her mouth. The thought made it impossible to think so I left her, heading down the road in the hope of calming myself. If I couldn’t get a hold of myself, I’d end up doing something stupid and incredible as it would be, it wasn’t worth dying for.

I was surprised to find the guesthouse a few minutes later and even more surprised to find myself booking a room for us both. “I’ll be staying with my daughter,” I said as I filled out the form the woman behind the counter gave me.

“We’ve plenty of rooms spare if you want an adjoining one for her,” she replied, taking the form back from me.

“A single’s fine,” I said, noticing her look. “She’s afraid of the dark.” I didn’t add that I was worried she might run off in the night and leave me to waste time tracking her down again. Or that I wanted her near me.

You’re wasting time, I told myself. Tony had already texted me asking what the hold up was. I could only wait so long before replying. I couldn’t tell him my real reasons for dragging this out. It wasn’t to take her to her first love, romantic as she thought that was. It was far simpler than that. I wanted to spend as long as I could with her before her innocence was crushed by the bullshit marriage they had planned. Not that it would be much better if my selfish desire crushed her innocence.

I’d never been one for romance. My method was to take what I wanted from women and then move on. It didn’t pay to get too involved in my line of work. But if I told Tony I was hanging out with her because I was desperate to taste her sweet pussy, I knew exactly what he’d do. He’d have me shot. So I was going to play the game a little longer. I was going to resist fucking her, I was going to resist tying her to the bed and doing all the things I so wanted to do to her.

What was it about her that made her so damned irresistible? Was it her innocence? The fact that she seemed to have no idea just how desirable she was? How good she looked? Or was it just because I knew I couldn’t have her? Was that what made me think of us together in the bedroom the entire time I was walking back to her?

So when she put her hand in mine as we walked to the guesthouse, I didn’t complain, I didn’t stop her. Instead I told myself I was being protective, I was looking after her, for those few minutes of walking in the dark, I was her Daddy and it was my job to protect her.