"What's happening?" he asked, looking at the huddle of people waiting for the driver to lead them onwards.
"We're being put up for the night down the road. Bus company's treat."
"You'll have a job. The place is booked up."
"What? But the driver said."
"Not a single room left for them."
"Then there's no point going."
"I said no room for them."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I took the last room for us."
"You did?"
"There's only one problem."
"Which is?"
"It's a single. Reckon you'll be all right sharing with Daddy?"
He looked like he was smiling but in the dark it was hard to tell. "You want me to keep calling you that?"
"Doesn't bother me."
"Well, I haven't got much choice. You haven't told me your name yet."
"Jake. Jake Murdoch."
"I prefer Daddy."
"I thought you might. Well let's get moving. It's time for Daddy to put his little girl to bed."
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.
There was a noise in the woods when we were just a minute or two from the place, the lights having appeared in the distance. "What's that?" she asked, squeezing my hand. "It sounded like screaming."
"Just an owl," I replied. "Come on, we're nearly there."
"Will you look after me, Daddy?" she asked and my cock twitched, reminding me of what I really wanted to do to her.
"I will," I replied, walking into the car park of the guesthouse. I didn't feel like looking after her at all. If I didn't get her into bed and away from me soon, looking after her would be the very last thing I'd do.
FIFTEEN
JAKE
If I thought life was going to be easier once we were in the bedroom, I was very much mistaken. "Good evening, Mr Jameson," the woman behind the counter said when I stepped into the hallway-cum-reception. "This must be your daughter."
"That's me," Isabel said, realising straight away. "This is my darling Daddy who I love ever so much."
I leant down and whispered in her ear, "If you don't knock that off, I'll spank you."
I knew I shouldn't have said it but I couldn't help myself. The look on her face made my cock harder than ever as she looked contrite but excited at the same time. I twisted away and headed up the stairs to our room, leaving her to trail behind me.
Once we were inside, I closed the door, looking at her as she stood next to the bed. Fuck, this wasn't going to be easy. The door was locked. No one could get in. I could rip her clothes off her and spank her until she screamed and no one could stop me. My cock twitched at the thought of it.
"I'll take the floor. You can have the bed," I said, watching as she yawned loudly.
"You don't have to do that."
"Yes, I do. A Daddy doesn't let his little girl sleep on the floor."
She smiled shyly before heading for the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower," she said, walking through and pushing the door closed.
If that door had stayed closed, I might have made it back home with her with no problems. But it didn't and everything that happened afterwards was because of that door swinging open.
I pulled some blankets out of the cupboard while the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom. I was just removing my jacket when she began singing to herself. I took my shirt off and slid my trousers down, climbing into the blankets as I heard a creak from behind me.
Shifting my head, I saw that the bathroom door had slid open. She hadn't locked it and it had come out of place, sliding wide enough to give me a perfect view of her. The glass screen of the shower was covered in water and steam filled the air but it wasn't enough to afford her any modesty. From where I was sitting, I could see every inch of her body. She was skinny but the swell of her chest was enough to make me rock hard, especially when her hands slid down her body to settle between her legs. I pictured how it must feel to touch her there and I almost went mad with lust.