Daddy's Here(17)

"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."

"Come on," Jake said, pulling his boxers up and grabbing his clothes. "Let's go."

"But I'm not dressed."

"Come on!" he shouted, shoving me out of the dressing room. "Grab anything."

I only had time to scoop up my shoes before he dragged me out of the  shop. On the way he picked something off a hook and then a second later,  we were outside. "Stop!" I screamed. "I'm naked!"

"Here," he said, shoving a dress into my hand. "Quickly."

I threw the dress on, pulling it over my shoulders as the shop assistant  appeared in the doorway behind me. "You haven't paid for those," she  shouted.

"Come on," Jake said, taking my hand and beginning to run. He was still  only in his boxers and drew a lot of looks as we sprinted to the end of  the street and round the corner. "In there," he said, pointing at a  dodgy looking pub. "We'll hide in there."

He pulled on the clothes he'd taken before pushing the door to the pub  inwards and vanishing inside, leaving me to follow him a second later. I  looked down at my dress and realised it was from the children's  section, a short frilly frock that would probably lead to me being  thrown out of the pub for being under age before I was even inside.  Taking a deep breath, I stepped over the threshold and followed Jake,  hoping he hadn't gone far.





TWENTY-FIVE


ISABEL





He was waiting by the bar, ordering soft drinks for us both. "What do we  do now?" I asked as he tapped his pockets and swore under his breath.  "I left my wallet in the hotel," he said. "Shit."

The barman was halfway through pouring the first drink when he stopped.  "I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you can't pay for these," he  said.

"Hold on," Jake replied, glancing around the pub.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he began to walk away from me.

"Wait there," he replied, glancing back over his shoulder. "Nice dress by the way."

"Is that your father?" the barman asked after he'd gone.

"No," I replied absently. "That's my Daddy."

My curiosity got the better of me when he hadn't returned a minute  later. Walking away from the bar I saw he'd gone through to the pool  room. He was in the middle of a game with an overweight guy in his  fifties. "Is this what you're doing?" I asked. "Playing pool?"

"My daughter," he said to the man who was lining up a shot. "Izzy, I told you to wait by the bar." His eyes narrowed. "Go!"

I turned away, swearing to myself. What the hell was he doing? I sat on a  stool by the bar and waited, not sure what else to do. My mind went  back to the clothes shop, me on my knees, his cock sliding into my  mouth. In the cold light of day, I couldn't believe I'd done it. It was  already like a dream, like something I'd imagined, not something that  had actually happened. Why had he done it? Why had I let him?

The door to the pub swung open and a man walked in, distracting me from  my thoughts. He glanced around him before slowly sauntering over to me.  "Hi there," he said with a half smile. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'd watch out," the bar man said. "Her dad's round the corner."

"Oh, is he?" the man said, not looking at all surprised. "I better not, then."

Something about him was suspicious but I couldn't put my finger on what  it was. I got up from the stool, ignoring the way he was still looking  at me. I caught sight of Jake, he was still in the middle of the game,  only three balls left on the table. Rolling my eyes, I pushed open the  door to the ladies and walked inside, looking at myself in the mirror.

I looked tired. Not surprising given everything that had happened in the  last couple of days. The frock looked as strange on me as ever, as if I  really was his little girl, although I knew he hadn't deliberately  chosen it. My hair was a mess but there wasn't much I could do about it.         

     



 

I ran the tap and scooped water into my cupped palms, bringing it up to splash onto my face. "What am I doing?" I said out loud.

"Coming home with me," a voice said.

I spun round to see the man from the bar standing too close to me.

"You're a hard woman to find," he said, taking a step towards me as I  backed up against the sink. "Lucky Tony put a man in the train station  just in case."

"What do you want from me?"

"To take you home."

"You can't. I won't go."

"Not while Jake's guarding you, maybe but I knew he couldn't stay by your side forever"

"Please," I muttered, getting ready to shout for Jake. "Don't do this."

"I wouldn't shout if I were you," he replied, reaching into his pocket.  "Things might get messy. Let's just walk out of here together nice and  slow, shall we? A car's on the way ready to pick us both up. Should be  here any minute."

"I'm not going," I said, glancing past him to see the bathroom door opening slowly. "Leave me alone."