Daddy's Here(12)

I shrugged. "Nowhere special."

"I could use a man like you. Not looking for work are you?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Whether you're buying me another drink."

He barked out the laugh again and that was that. I was in. Within a week  I was one of his gorillas, wearing the same suit at the others. The  three I'd beaten up didn't hold it against me which was just as well as I  had to work with them for a long time before I was trusted to take on  any jobs on my own.

It had been a good career too, until Isabel came along. I'd done what I  was told and got paid handsomely for it. But could I do this particular  job? Could I take her back to Kingsley who lazed around the Matteo place  doing very little else?

I looked at Isabel for a last time before closing my eyes. I'd make my  mind up in the morning. Sleep on it and see how I felt when I woke up.  One thing I knew for certain, whichever decision I made, it was going to  spell trouble for someone.





SEVENTEEN


ISABEL





I woke up to find myself alone in the bedroom. Daddy was nowhere to be  seen. It felt strange to think how natural it was to call him Daddy. I'd  had a distinctly none Daddy dream about him during the night though.  When I got out of the shower and saw the door was open, my first thought  was that he'd opened it.

But then I saw him looking so peaceful in the blankets on the floor, his  eyes closed, and I changed my mind. The door must have swung open which  was my fault for forgetting to lock it.

I couldn't help touching myself while I was in the shower, imagining him  coming in and taking me there and then, him not caring that his clothes  became soaked, just bending me over and thrusting straight into me,  filling the aching emptiness in my pussy that yearned for him.         

     



 

When he'd told me he was going to spank me down in the reception, I'd  made the mistake of believing him, getting it into my head that he was  going to do the thing that I couldn't stop thinking about, tear off my  clothes, spank my ass until it was red, then take me in the way I knew  he would.

It would be rough, it would be sweaty, it would be hard, and it would be  perfect. It was that thought that brought me to orgasm in the shower.  Then I found out the door was open. Could he have seen me? But he was  asleep when I came out. Maybe that was for the best.

I'd gone to sleep with my pussy throbbing with desire, wetness coating  it as I had to resist touching myself a second time, not knowing if he  was genuinely asleep or not or what he'd do if he heard me with my  fingers inside myself.

In my dreams things had gone differently. He'd brought me up to the  bedroom and then I'd showered. But as I stepped out of the bathroom,  he'd told me to drop the towel and I'd shaken my head, too shy to do as I  was told.

"Are you disobeying me?" he said and I could only nod in answer.

He was over to me in seconds, tearing the towel away and shoving me over  the bed, my ass pointing towards him. "Don't you ever disobey me," he  said, his hand slamming down on my buttocks a second later.

I gasped at the sting of his spanking, squirming in place as he rained  blows down on me. He didn't stop until I begged him to, his hand shoving  my legs apart as my chest hitched and my breathing slowed.

His hand went to my pussy a second later, finding how wet I was, tasting  me with his tongue, shoving his head between my legs, widening me with  his fingers before standing up and whipping out his enormous cock. He  pinned me down on the bed with the sheer weight of his body, his cock  stretching me so much it was almost unbearable. I was on the verge of  orgasm, his cock spasming inside me, when I woke up, my whole body  tingling with desire.

I wasn't sure where he'd gone but the door was locked from the outside.  It was such an old fashioned place, the lock was the same as the front  door of a house. It needed a key and he'd obviously taken it with him.  The windows wouldn't open so I was stuck until he came back. Not only  that but my clothes weren't in the bathroom. I was naked and trapped.

I should have felt scared but I didn't. The dream was still drifting  through my mind and I ended up back in bed, listening for any sign of  movement outside the room. I couldn't hear a thing.

Closing my eyes, my hands slid down my chest, feeling how hard my  nipples were, how they responded to my touch. I played with them whilst  thinking about him inside me, the way it had felt in the dream, how big  he'd been, how hard he'd slammed into me, not letting me catch my breath  for a second, my ass stinging from the spanking.

My hands slid slowly down my body until they were between my legs. I was  soaking wet, wetter than I'd ever been before. With my left hand, I  began to stroke my clit whilst the index and middle finger of my right  hand slid inside me. It felt good but I knew it would feel better to  have him in there. Fingers could not hope to compare.

A quiet moan escaped me as my breathing grew heavier. I shifted on the  bed, feeling my surroundings fade away. The only thing I cared about was  what I was doing to myself, the orgasm I could feel building inside me.  Shifting my hips allowed me to move my hands better. My whole body  tingled as my thoughts moved away from the dream. What if he came in at  that moment? He'd unlock the door and see me touching myself.

"Daddy said you're not to do that without permission," he'd say,  whipping away the blankets to stare at my naked body. I'd roll over onto  all fours and beg him to take me, spread my knees wide to expose myself  to his gaze, appeal to his desire until he couldn't resist anymore.

"Sorry, Daddy," I'd say, pressing my chin to the blankets. "Please fuck me."

I pushed my fingers deeper into my pussy as I thought about him behind  me, his cock driving into me, his hands on my hips, pulling me back onto  him.

My toes began to curl and my breath caught in my chest at the thought of  it. I could feel a climax approaching and just as I was sure it was  going to hit, I heard a key in the lock of the door.

Frantically, I moved my hands to my sides, closing my eyes and hoping he  hadn't heard me. It was one thing to fantasise about him finding me  touching myself but it was another thing entirely for it to actually  happen. It would be too embarrassing. He wasn't interested in me anyway.  I knew that. It was all in my head.

The door swung open as my clit throbbed in disappointment, the inner  walls of my pussy clenching around emptiness, wanting to be filled more  than anything else in the world.         

     



 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said as I opened my eyes and looked at him in the doorway. "Sleep well?"





EIGHTEEN


ISABEL





"What's that?" I asked, sitting up in bed and wondering if my face  looked as red as it felt. I held the blankets against my chest to keep  him from seeing too much of my body. "Are they my clothes?"

"Washed and pressed," he replied, passing them over to me.

"When did you do that?"

"While waiting for them to cook your breakfast." There was a knock on the door behind him. "Which is here now."

He opened the door and watched as a man in uniform wheeled in a trolley  that was piled high with food. "That smells good," I said, suddenly  realising how hungry I was. The man left with a generous tip in his  hand, closing the door after him.

"I'll let you get dressed," Daddy said, walking into the bathroom and  closing the door. I dressed quickly, marvelling at the fact that he'd  done all this for me.

"Are you respectable yet?" he shouted through from the bathroom.

I didn't reply, my mouth was full of bacon. "I'll take that as a yes,"  he added, walking back in and seeing me pouring out coffee from the  trolley. "Hold on, that's not how you have breakfast with your father,  is it?"

I looked at him as he frowned at me. "Sorry," I managed to splutter as  he carried the things from the trolley to the table in the corner. There  were two chairs and he sat in one, pointing at the other. "Orange  juice?" he asked, pouring it out when I nodded.

He slapped the back of my hand when I reached out for a bread roll. "Where're your manners?"

"Sorry," I replied. "I've not done this before."

"What? Had breakfast?"

"Had breakfast with Daddy."

"You must have eaten with your father before."

"Nope."

"Really?"

"He was always too busy."

"Well, you tell me what you'd like and I'll plate it up for you. That's how we do this. More bacon?"

"Please."

"Scrambled egg?"

"I wouldn't say no."

He gradually piled my plate before passing it to me. He watched me eat in silence, sipping at a cup of coffee as he did so.

"Aren't you eating anything?" I asked between mouthfuls.

"Coffee's all I want in the morning."

A couple of minutes later, I leant back in my chair and sighed. "Any idea when the bus is coming to get us?"