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  DADDY PLAY

  LUCY WILD

  She was looking for love, I wanted something much darker...

  George...

  I keep away from the world and away from temptation. But when she arrived unwanted on my doorstep, I couldn't resist, I had to make her mine.

  I told her I was a bad person, I told her she should stay away. But now she's inside, I can't stop myself.

  By the time she realises her mistake, it's too late. The door is locked.

  Donna...

  I was always told, don't talk to strangers. Definitely don't walk into their house and bend over for them.

  But when he told me to strip, I couldn't do anything but obey.

  He's cold, cruel, and all he wants to do is dominate me. So when he invited me to his private club, I should have said no.

  But now we're here, I'm bound in place, and he can do anything to me...anything at all.

  All I want to do is leave but he's told me there's only one way that's going to happen. I have to submit.

  Contents

  PROLOGUE

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  EPILOGUE

  ALSO BY THE SAME AUTHOR

  LAST WEEK – SNEAK PEEK

  LUCY WILD

  © Copyright 2017 Lucy Wild

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  PROLOGUE

  GEORGE

  From my chair in the corner I could see her perfectly. She stood naked, her back to me, her feet together, her arms by her sides. She looked vulnerable. She looked innocent. She looked ready to be taken.

  Although I was in the shadows, she was lit by bright halogens set into the ceiling. These private rooms were designed in great detail to allow men like me to watch, to observe, to prepare. I would only step out into the light when she was in the correct position, something she couldn’t possibly know, given that it was her first time here at the club.

  Her body held my attention, making it increasingly difficult to wait. The curve of her buttocks drew my eye and I knew I couldn’t last any longer. I had to stand up and take the final step towards making her submit. After this, she would be mine.

  I got up out of the leather armchair, taking one step forward before stopping. Her breathing had changed. She was becoming more nervous with every second. The door was not locked. She still had a chance to run. It was her last chance because once my hands were on her body, she wouldn’t be going anywhere until I finished with her.

  I took another step forward, the only sound other than her laboured breathing was that of my footstep on the wooden floor. It echoed around the room as I paused again, my cock throbbing with desire at the sight of her, the way the light brought out the softness of her skin, the curve of her body. She looked incredible and for one night, she was all mine.

  Another step and then I was standing directly behind her. I reached forward and took hold of her right wrist. The merest touch made her jump in shock. Her breathing changed again, growing more heavy with each passing second. I loved the way it changed, the fear radiating off her, the apprehension, the way she was aching to be mine, if only she would give up the pretensions of modesty, let herself submit to me.

  Lifting her arm, I pushed her hand through the loop of rope dangling from the ceiling. Without a word, I let go, smiling as I saw her leave her hand where I had placed it. She was as malleable as a doll. Lifting her left arm, I soon had both wrists in place through the rope. Then with a single tug, the knot tightened and she was bound in place, her wrists trapped in the loop of rope. She would not be able to move away without my permission. Her chance to escape had gone.

  Reaching into my pocket, I brought out the blindfold they’d provided me. Slipping it over her head, I set it on the bridge of her nose, tying the straps behind her, leaning in, breathing in the scent of her, my face brushing the back of her neck, making her shudder.

  Once the blindfold was in place, I pressed myself against her back, sliding my hands around her sides, finding her tits, the nipples already rock hard in anticipation of what was coming. I tweaked them until she gasped, giving her a hint of the delicious pain that was to come.

  I kissed the back of her neck as I roughly groped her tits, my cock straining in my boxer shorts, wanting to be in her. I knew how good it would feel to fuck her but I wasn’t going to rush things. I’d tried to resist her for a hell of a long time. Now I’d given in to my desire, I had no intention of wasting this opportunity. One night was all we had and I was going to drag out every second until she screamed for the release only I could give her. Bound in place, she would be unable to do anything but let me enjoy her body and I was going to enjoy every inch of it.

  Stepping back, I brought my hand to my side and then whipped it down onto her ass, loving that smacking sound of the first spank of many. She let out a shriek of shock, twisting her hips, trying to escape my hand as it fell on her again.

  I wanted to keep spanking her but her body was calling out to me and my hunger was becoming insatiable. It had been a long time. I reached round her hips, settling her back in place, waiting until she was still again. She was doing well. Having been forbidden from speaking, she was managing to remain silent throughout being bound, throughout being spanked and even as my hands slid round her hips, moving down over the perfectly smooth skin above her pussy, she didn’t utter a word.

  And what a pussy it was. My fingers slid further over the smooth folds, bringing a deep moan from her when I nudged over her clit. She was already soaking wet and in a second, I was pushing a finger up into her. She lifted herself onto tiptoes, as if trying to escape me, still trying to deny who she really was. She was my submissive little girl and sooner or later, she would admit it to herself and then she’d be free of the stress of trying to pretend she was something else, someone else.

  Slipping from her, I added a second finger to the first, pushing deeper into her this time, thrusting hard, showing her that she belonged to me, she was mine. She had agreed to one night with no rules. No rules meant I could do anything to her, anything at all.

  I moved away suddenly, leaving her twisting in place, her breathing laboured,
her hips thrusting at emptiness. I almost laughed, seeing her desire so wantonly displayed. Crossing to the cabinet in the corner, I slid open a drawer and brought out a bottle of lube. Opening the lid, I squirted a portion onto my left hand, rubbing it swiftly into my fingers before returning to her. I stood behind her once again, kissing her neck while sliding my lubricated hand down her back, finding her ass, seeking the hole that waited for me. As I found it, she moved forward, trying to escape me.

  With a smile playing on my lips, I put my right hand between her legs. She moved back away from it, still pretending to be shy, despite her desire, her need, her lust boiling over as she moaned again, her body pressing against my hand, my finger slipping into her ass. She jolted forward but then my other hand was on her pussy, two fingers inside her.

  She was trapped in place. Wherever she moved, part of me slid deeper into her and soon she realised there was no escape, no hope of release other than the sweet release of a climax. She relaxed into her movements a second later, seeming to see the futility of fighting me. She slid her hips back and forth, the finger in her ass delving deeper, the two in her pussy exploring her wetness, all the while my cock throbbed painfully, wanting to be in her.

  When I knew she was close, I stopped, pulling my hands abruptly away, leaving her growling with frustration. Walking slowly round until I was stood in front of her, I took a long look at her naked body, wondering how she would react if she knew it was her Daddy standing staring at her. Would she scream? Would she demand I release her? Or would she see that I’d been right about her all along? This was what she was made for, what she needed more than anything. She needed this one night with me, one night with no rules.

  ONE

  DONNA

  I first met him on the most miserable night of my life. It was supposed to be a fresh start, an optimistic journey to somewhere new. There I was, driving in the dark, the engine straining up a hill that went on forever. My car wasn’t used to hills. Nor was it used to being crammed with as many of my possessions as I’d been able to squeeze into it, it struggled enough with just me inside. It was dark, it was raining, and worst of all, my GPS had given up the ghost an hour earlier, fading away with a plaintive “make a u-turn,” repeated so many times, I’d begun to think it was some kind of warning.

  I wasn’t turning back though, I was never going back there. If I’d forgotten anything, I’d just have to live without it. I knew I might be able to get my phone to give me some kind of directions but to sort that out would either mean fiddling with it while driving, a recipe for disaster, or stopping to load maps on it. I got the feeling if I stopped, the car might not start again. It only had to last a few more miles. I was sure it could do it even if it was slowing rapidly, the hill going on forever. Where was Scarton, up the top of a mountain? Was I about to drive past a yeti on skis? The thought might have been funny on a nice sunny day but in pitch black with the rain continuing to lash down, it made me want to cry. It hadn’t been this far when I’d come to look at the house, I was sure of it.

  That was a farce in itself. I couldn’t make an offer without seeing it, according to the agent. So I’d forced the old workhorse across the country to find a locked house and no owner or agent in sight. All day waiting, five minutes inside, saying I’ll take it, then all night driving back. I’d have taken it if the roof was falling in and the walls were made of mould. It had the two things I needed more than anything else. It was cheap and it was far away from my hometown. That was all I needed, everything else was details.

  “Come on,” I said out loud, the car continuing to slow. “It’s got to be here somewhere.”

  The last sign I’d passed said ten miles to go but that seemed a joke at my expense. I was sure I’d driven at least fifty and all I’d seen was blackness outside the twin beams of weak light my car deigned to give out. The road curved to the right and I twisted the steering wheel, feeling a thud from my left and then a thumping sound beneath me. The car ground to a halt a few seconds later, the steering wheel trying to fight itself free of my grip.

  “Fantastic,” I said, pulling open the door, feeling it whip away from me, the wind almost hurling it free from the hinges that connected it to the rest of the car. It was freezing cold, an icy blast sending every drop of rain in the sky slamming into me, drenching me to the skin. I walked round to the passenger side, tugging my cardigan around me, trying to keep out as much of the rain as I could. One glance at the tyre and even unmechanically minded me could tell what the problem was. A flat.

  I ran back round and reached in for my phone. No signal. That was just perfect. Now what? I had no more asked the question than a pair of bright headlights appeared in the distance, the roar of an engine reaching me over the howl of the wind. Whoever it was, they were coming at me at speed and if they didn’t notice I was broken down, they were likely to slam into the back of my car.

  I ran towards the oncoming vehicle, waving my arms frantically as the headlights blinded me. Just as I felt sure it was going to hit me, I shut my eyes, hearing not seeing the screeching noise of tyres skidding on wet, brakes slamming on. When I opened my eyes once more, the car was behind me, stopped in the middle of the road, the driver’s door open.

  A figure appeared, a tall figure, no more than a silhouette in the dark behind the headlights. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” a gruff voice shouted, the owner of the voice sounding furious with me.

  “I’ve broken down,” I shouted back. “Can you help?”

  “Call a garage,” he replied, his head already ducking back into the car.

  “Wait,” I called out, taking a step towards him. “Please.”

  The head hovered then he emerged again. “What’s wrong with it?”

  “The tyre’s gone flat.”

  “So change it.”

  “I don’t know how.”

  He ducked back into the car and I heard the engine rev up. “Where are you going?” I shouted before realising he was reversing. He pulled up in front of my car before stepping out again and giving me a chance to look at him better. His face was hidden under his hood, only his chin visible as he moved to his boot, pulling it open, seemingly oblivious to the wind that was battering me. He brought out a jack and shoved his way past me, not saying a word.

  “Thank you so much,” I said, watching as he dumped the jack before returning to his boot and picking up some kind of spanner. “I really appreciate it.”

  He didn’t say anything, shoving the spanner thing onto the bolts of my wheel without so much as looking at me. He stood up and gave the spanner thing a solid kick. The first bolt loosened and as he moved on to the second, he glanced up at me, his face an expanse of darkness under the hood. He looked as if he was about to say something but then he just turned away, moving to my boot and pulling it open.

  “I’m sorry it’s full of stuff,” I explained, feeling his anger at the sight of all the boxes and bags in there. “I’m in the middle of moving, you see.”

  He didn’t answer, instead reaching in and lifting out one box after another, setting them down on the road until he was able to get to the spare tyre. He lifted it out and I always remember this, instead of returning to the flat, he put the spare down and then put all the boxes back in. It was an odd gesture, as if he knew the rain would ruin them and he didn’t want that to happen. Only when the boot was closed again did he get on with the job, swapping the tyre over in just a couple of minutes.

  “Is Scarton far?” I asked as he worked.

  “Five miles,” he grunted.

  “I’m moving there,” I added, giving conversation one last chance.

  No response. I gave up, watching him in silence until he was finished. Once the job was done, he stood up, carrying the flat to the boot and doing the same as before, taking out the boxes, putting the flat in, then replacing the boxes.

  “You should learn how to do that,” he said, already walking back to his car. “Not rely on other people.”

  “I will,” I
said, trotting over to him, trying to shake his hand. “Thank you so much.”

  Just as my fingers touched his, he yanked his hand away, climbing into his car and racing off without another word. I looked at the back of his car as it went. The number plate ended in MAD. The sight made me smile despite myself. It couldn’t have been more suitable. He’d been mad at me for stopping him and I was mad for assuming my car was capable of making a journey of this length.

  I climbed in and turned the key, praying the engine would start. It did and I sighed with relief as I set off once more. Five miles to go. “You can make it,” I said, tapping the dashboard with my left hand. “I believe in you.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to the car or me.

  TWO

  GEORGE

  I was driving home from the club when I saw her. Or more accurately, when I almost killed her. I wasn’t really concentrating, I was too busy thinking about what a disappointing night it had been. It had been a long time since I’d been excited about anyone there. Every single one of the subs had been in the private rooms with me before and I was bored. Bored of the same faces every week, bored of trying to find someone new. Why did I keep going? A bizarre optimism is the best answer, a hope that some fresh innocent would sign up as one of the subs. It hadn’t happened in a long time.

  So I’d spent the evening bored, watching the auction, not finding a single girl worth bidding on. Sure, Tiffany was a steal, just ten thousand for the night, but I knew what she looked like under that ball gown, I knew the sound she made when she came, a strangled little squawk that did nothing for me. I’d been there, done that. It wasn’t worth doing it again. I wanted someone new, someone inexperienced, someone I could corrupt, someone who had never tried spanking before, never been taken in front of a crowd, never been auctioned off, never done any of the things for which The Dark Club was so infamous.