Daddy's Here(32)

“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 face, 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.”