Secret Daddy(12)

His house was a tip, more evidence of the eccentric playwright’s life in the overflowing boxes and bins that filled the rear porch. I kicked off my shoes but soon regretted it. A little more mud would make no difference in a place like this. The kitchen was filthy, the hallway little better. By the living room was a large portrait photo in a frame. It was of a young woman and I was just about to ask who she was when he pointed past him. “Bathroom’s up those stairs. Go get those things off and I’ll fetch you some clean clothes.”

He turned away, stamping mud down the hallway. I walked up the stairs, squeezing between the discarded things on the landing to reach the bathroom door. Inside was cold but at least there was enough floor space to peel off my filthy top. I draped it over the side of the bath before tugging down my trousers, wincing as the mud slid across my hands, oozing between my fingers. Once they were off, I turned the tap on in the sink, letting water run over my palms, not hearing the door open behind me until he spoke.

“These should do for now,” he said. I spun round to find him staring intensely at me.

I shrank under his glare, my arms folding unconsciously across my chest as he continued to look at me without a care for my modesty. “Get out,” I snapped, waving him away with my fingertips, shielding my bra as his eyes flicked down to my knickers.

“You’re welcome,” he replied sarcastically, stepping back and pulling the door closed as he went. He’d left the clothes draped over the towel rail by the door and I crossed the room quickly, wondering how the hell he ended up with such an expensive dress in his house. One of his groupies maybe?

I slipped the dress on over my head, tugging it down into place. It was far more revealing than I would have liked but it was this or the filth encrusted things on the side of the bath. The dress fitted well enough, too well in fact. It clung to me, revealing the shape of my body, the hem stopping just below my thighs. It was cut low at the chest too, enough to make me feel quite self conscious as I made my way downstairs.

He was nowhere to be seen but the fire was lit in the living room and it drew me towards it like a magnet. I stood in front of the flickering flames, warming my hands and then my feet, glad of the heat, especially in such a short dress. As I turned round to warm my back, I saw he had snuck up on me, staring in from the doorway just as he’d done in the bathroom. “It’s turned into a storm,” he said. “I found you these. They should fit.” He lifted a pair of black wellington boots in his left hand.

“Thanks,” I managed, reaching out to take them from him. “I better be getting back. I’ll bring the dress back and the wellies too.”

He looked like he was struggling with his thoughts. Was he working out the best way to politely throw me out? Then he glanced up at me and stared at me with unblinking eyes. “You stay until the storm’s over.”





NINE



GEORGE

I had to have her. I’d thought about it long enough. I’d done my best to get her to leave, to keep her away from me. But it hadn’t worked. She was sitting by the fire in one of the dresses I’d bought for the subs at the club, looking so fucking sexy I just had to have her. I’d known from the minute she climbed onto the back of the quad bike.

Up until then, I might have been able to ignore my feelings, ignore my desire, my hunger for her. But with her arms thrown around my chest and her body pressed up against mine, there was no hope of not doing it, of not making her mine. The only question left to answer was how to do it.

She was a bundle of contradictions, sitting with her hands to the fire, occasionally smiling across at me, a nervous smile, like she wasn’t sure what I had planned. She looked smug and posh, as if she’d had life handed to her for a long time. But that didn’t match that wreck of a car of hers, or the way she cowered when she thought I was angry with her. Innocent but feisty, a bit of a brat, a cheeky mouth on her but a tight ass that ached to be spanked. And it would be, soon enough.

I looked at her legs, watching them closely for a while, picturing sliding my hands up them towards her thighs. I wanted to humiliate her. I wanted to tear her knickers off and fuck her. I wanted her on her knees. My cock twitched at the thought. She was going to be mine. I just had to do things the right way. Get it wrong and she’d be gone. I’d never got it wrong before. But then, I’d never tried what I was about to do.

“Have you thought any more about the play?” she asked, turning her head slightly to one side, looking like an inquisitive puppy, awaiting a command.

“I have,” I replied, folding my arms, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. “And I will continue to do so.”