Secret Daddy(22)

“You need to be careful with him. He’s not to be trusted.”

“He seems all right to me.”

She shrugged. “Well, I’m sure you know best. Good morning.” She walked away without another word, leaving me to ponder on her words. Why was he not to be trusted?

There was a large parcel on my doorstep and I picked it up, wondering if it was from George. I waited until I was inside to unwrap it, finding it contained several pairs of curtains. There was a note included.



To prevent the world observing you. G.A.



I blushed. Had he been out there last night? Had he seen what I’d done on the sofa? Or was it a coincidence? I had no idea. I was still trying to work it out when there was a knock on my door and I almost jumped out of my skin. I ran to open it, hoping it was George and having to hide my disappointment when I saw it was Joshua from the drama group.

“Hi, Donna,” he said, looking down at my maid’s uniform before dragging his eyes back up to my face. “We were just wondering how you were getting on with getting consent to put on the play. Only if we’re going to get the tickets printed, we kind of need to know soon and-”

“I’ve got the consent,” I said, interrupting him.

“What? Really?”

I nodded. “I got it last night.” I thought about the dress waiting for me on my bed. “Done and dusted.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” he said, throwing his arms round me in a crushing hug. “Well done. How on earth did you manage it?”

One night, no rules, I thought to myself. “Just asked him and he said yes.”

“As simple as that?”

“Yep. Now I’m a bit busy so…”

“Of course, right. I’ll leave you to it. They’re all going to be so excited when I tell them, I can’t believe it, really, I can’t.”

“I’ll see you later,” I said, pushing the door closed as he continued to mutter. Once it was shut, I headed upstairs, taking the curtains with me. I looked down at the dress on the bed. I was going to wear that in public. I was going to have everyone’s eyes on me. The strangest thing was that the thought should have terrified me. I should have been embarrassed by the thought of being so exposed to a club full of strangers.

But I wasn’t scared. I was excited. I was excited about wearing the dress, about being his little princess for the night. Because if there were no rules, that meant I could do what I wanted for the night too. And what I wanted was to give myself over to him, completely. After all, it was only one night. What was the worst that could happen in one night?





SEVENTEEN



GEORGE

I arrived at her house at exactly seven o’clock. It was good to see she’d already hung the curtains. I couldn’t bear the thought of her living in a house like that without them. She needed looking after by her Daddy in more ways than one. I realised as I pulled up that I was already thinking about being her Daddy for more than just one night. Was I capable of that? Was I capable of being in any kind of relationship with someone? It was a big ask. She’d have to put up with my need to dominate, my temper, my coldness, my need to be alone. It was surely asking too much of anyone to put up with someone as bad as me.

I chose to ignore those thoughts. Let them be questions for the future. All that mattered was tonight. Everything else could wait. I knocked on her door and waited and then she blew my mind. The door opened and there she was in the dress. “Wow,” was all I managed to say.

“Do I look okay?” she asked, her fingers mashing together in front of her.

“You look perfect,” I replied, having to tear my eyes away from her body to look at her face again. “Let’s go. I have a lot of things to explain.”

I held open the car door for her, watching her ass as she climbed in, my cock twitching in response to the sight. That dress was not going to stay on her long. Not tonight.

We set off, me doing my best to keep my eyes on the road, her continually trying to hold the dress over her legs so she didn’t reveal too much skin. “When we get there, you are to do whatever I tell you, is that understood?”

“I thought there were no rules.”

“That’s when you get inside room three. The main body of the club has many rules.”

“What kind of club is this?”

“It is a BDSM club.”

“A bondage club?”

“It’s far more than just that. It’s a place where dominants and submissives can mingle without society judging them for their proclivities. It is the only place where I indulge my desires. And for tonight it is somewhere where yours will be indulged too.”