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  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  EPILOGUE

  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

  BONUS STORY ONE

  BONUS STORY TWO

  DADDY’S HERE SNEAK PEEK

  DON’T TOUCH – SNEAK PEEK

  ALSO BY THE SAME AUTHOR

  LUCY WILD

  DADDY DOM

  LUCY WILD

  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

  EPILOGUE

  BONUS STORY ONE

  BONUS STORY TWO

  DADDY’S HERE SNEAK PEEK

  DON’T TOUCH – SNEAK PEEK

  ALSO BY THE SAME AUTHOR

  LUCY WILD

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  PROLOGUE

  DOMINIC

  I’d been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on Evangeline, my little Lily. Now it had finally arrived and I had no intention of rushing things. I wanted to savour every single moment. She looked so nervous, standing there waiting for me to decide what to do with her. Did she know what I had planned? What was hidden in my drawer, ready for me to bring out and use to introduce her to a whole new world? I didn’t say a word. It would be a perfect surprise.

  I hooked my fingers into the straps of her dress, lifting them off her shoulders, watching as it slid down her slender body. She muttered something, some apology for the way she looked, like she needed to apologise at all for being so little. Reaching round her back, I unhooked her bra with one hand, flicking away the clasp so I could pull it from her body. As her delicious breasts came into view, I couldn’t help but stare at them, the way they swelled as her chest heaved.

  Her breathing was almost out of control, she was so nervous. I’d waited so long to see those boobs in all their glory and there they were at last, as perfect as I’d expected, the nipples pointing eagerly towards me, ready for my tongue to encircle them. Not yet, I told myself, not yet.

  I knelt down, noting her trembling hands in front of me. Reaching forwards, I took hold of her white cotton panties and slid them down her legs, feeling the cool softness of her skin under my fingers. The sight of her perfect pussy took my breath away. My cock throbbed at the sight and it took effort to resist to not touch her there yet. Patience, I told myself.

  When her panties were pooled with her dress on the rug, I stood up again, wrapping my arms round her back, pulling her towards me. “Kiss me,” she muttered. “Please kiss me, Daddy.”

  Her body pressed into mine. I felt my cock hardening so much it felt painful against my boxer shorts, it wanted to be free. Not yet. I gently brushed her lips with my own, teasing her, making her stretch up to reach me, seeing the frustration grow on her face until I finally slid my tongue into her mouth, exploring, controlling, owning, even her breathing belonged to me in that moment. Fuck, it was hard not to throw her on the bed and slam into her whether she was ready or not. Taking it slow has never been easy for me, it’s not something I’m used to.

  As our embrace continued, I ran my hands down her back, finding her ass, cupping it gently, caressing and then squeezing her buttocks, as flawless as I’d expected. Lifting with my arms, I brought her upwards until her feet left the ground. She gasped into my mouth, her legs wrapping instinctively round me, making it easier for me to carry her across to my bed, the place I never had any doubt she was going to end up sooner or later. From the moment I met her, I knew.

  Back when she’d first stood on my doorstep, cowering away from me, so desperate to please me, I’d known, I’d known I’d fuck her, I’d known she would be mine. There had never been any doubt she would submit to me.

  I paused by the edge of the bed, not wanting to let go of her ass, the tip of my cock feeling the heat of her pussy as she clung onto me so tightly, as if she was afraid she’d lose me if she let go. As if I’d do that to her. Pulling back from the kiss, I moved my mouth to her neck, brushing it with my lips whilst lowering her slowly onto her back.

  Once she was down, I moved across her body, making my way slowly to her chest, each kiss bringing a quiet gasp from her. Just when I was about to take her right nipple into my mouth, I moved away, leaving her pouting up at me. “Where are you going?” she asked. “Come back, Daddy.”

  “You need to wear this,” I said, reaching for the blindfold in my drawer.

  She looked scared but at least she didn’t try and refuse. She lifted her head so I could slide the blindfold over her eyes. Her breathing grew even more laboured as I stood up and looked down at her naked body, the way her chest continued to heave, her legs open just enough for me to see how wet she’d become. I was going to fuck her so hard she’d scream the place down but not yet. It wasn’t time yet.

  “On your front,” I said, watching as she rolled over, her pert little ass just asking to be spanked bright red. Once she was laid on her chest, I knelt by the side of the bed, reaching underneath the corner for the first length of silk. “Arm out,” I said, waiting while she moved her hand towards me. Wrapping the fabric scarf round her wrist, I tied it loosely, better not do it too tight the first time.

  I moved round the bed, tying each limb in turn until she was bound in place ready for me. I undressed quickly, my cock pointing towards her, so hard it was painful. Kissing my way from her ankles to her ass, I listened to her breathing, monitoring closely how she reacted to everything I did. She was already moaning and it made it all the more difficult not to thrust straight into her. It was nearly time for that, but first she had to be punished for her lateness.

  Crushing her underneath my body, I thrust my cock between her legs, finding her clit, basking in the heat of it as I began to kiss the back of her neck. It took all my self control to resist sli
ding into her wetness but somehow I managed it, kissing my way back down to her ass, spreading her buttocks, my tongue gliding down the sweet valley that led to her puckered little hole, the sight of it making my cock twitch with desire. I dipped my tongue into her ass just once before climbing back up off the bed and crossing to my chest of drawers.

  “Are you ready for your punishment?” I asked, reaching into the drawer, bringing out the crop, swishing it through the air in readiness.

  “Be gentle with me,” she replied, shuffling in place, her pussy soaking wet in anticipation of me fucking her. She would have to wait for that. Punishment came first. Soon she’d learn that this was part of being my little girl. She had to submit to my punishment when she misbehaved.

  “It’s too late for gentle,” I said, bringing the crop down on her buttocks with a resounding smack, the sharp sound echoing round the room as she let out a scream of shock.

  “Stop!” she cried as I brought the crop down through the air a second time. I just managed to move it so it missed her ass, the tip instead hitting the bed with a pathetic muffled thud. “Let me go,” she begged. “Let me go right now.”

  I looked down at her. She was completely in my power. I could ignore her plaintive demands, continue to whip her ass until it was burning hot and bright red, then I could fuck her and she would be able to do nothing about it. I glanced between her legs and my cock throbbed in readiness as she tugged at the bonds holding her in place, trying ineffectually to free herself. I looked at the crop and then back at her. And then I made my decision.

  ONE

  EVANGELINE

  “Please do this for me, I’ll be your slave for life, please, please, please.”

  “All right,” I replied, looking down at the stricken form of my housemate, Clare, laid out on the sofa. “You’ve only got a cold, I feel I should point out.”

  “It’s the worst cold in the history of the world,” she said, sneezing loudly as an exclamation mark to finish her sentence.

  She nodded towards the coffee table and I sighed, picking up the parcel she was supposed to deliver. “You’ll be my slave for life?”

  “Well, for a week at least. Remember it’s got to be there by six.”

  The couriers Clare worked for were all right but they were pretty strict about time off. If she’d arranged to deliver something and then didn’t, the delay meant she lost a week’s pay. If I didn’t do this for her, she’d have worked all week for free for the sake of a single remaining parcel that had arrived late on our doorstep. She carried things the last few miles for the personal service some customers demanded.

  I looked at the address on the front of the box. Dominic Hawke, Skyview Apartment, Riverside Building. Right in the middle of the city. “You’ll have to get them to buzz you in,” Clare said, noticing my look. “It’s one of those sealed in for rich snobs places, don’t like us riffraff just wandering in there with our working class values.”

  “Since when were you working class?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “Your father’s a lecturer and your mother is an interior designer.”

  “I’m more working class than the people in Riverside. You should see them, all tuxedos and top hats, and that’s just the kids.”

  I sighed. “Drink your hot lemon thing and get some rest while I go do your shift in the coalmine.”

  “All right, don’t tease me when I’m not well enough to fight back.”

  “Why not? I can’t get away with it the rest of the time.”

  I headed towards the hallway to collect my bike. She was pretty sick and I wasn’t really up to much.

  “Oh, by the way,” she called after me, “the guy you’re delivering to can be a bit prickly, just be aware.”

  “What do you mean, prickly? Is he a cactus or something?”

  “You know the type, all money, no manners. Thinks that because he’s hot, he can get away with being an arrogant twat.”

  “He’s hot, is he?”

  “Trust you to focus on that part. Yes, he’s hot. No, you haven’t got a chance. I doubt he sleeps with anyone with an income lower than six figures, or a waist above six inches.”

  “Way to crush my dreams before they start.”

  “You wouldn’t want him, Evangeline. Trust me. He’s rude as hell. I’ve yet to have a thank you from him when I’ve dropped anything off. Half the time, he just snatches it out of my hand without a word. Now, go on, get out of here. You’ve only got an hour.”

  I didn’t feel too resentful about delivering her parcel even if her description of the recipient made me a little bit nervous. It was a nice enough evening and it gave me the perfect excuse for a bike ride. There was an offroad path that weaved along the old railway line right into the heart of the city and it would bring me out just a couple of minutes away from Riverside. I could hardly miss it anyway, a gleaming tower of glass that seemed to have sprung up almost overnight. I had no idea which one was Skyview Apartment but a place like that would no doubt have a doorman who’d tell me where I needed to go. If he’d let me inside of course. There was always the chance he’d take the parcel from me, save me the trouble.

  I pushed my bike out of the front door whilst shouting bye and being rewarded with two loud sneezes in response. With the parcel in my basket, I set off, heading along the road towards the traffic lights at the end of our street. There was a light breeze which was just enough to keep the heat of the summer evening from being oppressive. The sun was starting to sink.

  Another couple of weeks of summer and it would be back to university for my final year. I wasn’t even sure I was doing the right course anymore. Philosophy was an interesting enough subject but it wasn’t where my heart was. I wasn’t an academic by nature, I was a baker. I already regretting not studying catering. I pushed the thought away. Why ruin such a nice evening with thoughts of the stresses to come. Better to enjoy it while it lasted.

  It normally took half an hour to get into the city but this time I was less than ten minutes in before the bike started to slow down. Glancing at my wheel, I immediately saw why. The back tyre was going down. By the time I stopped and hopped off to have a look, it was completely flat. I went to take my rucksack off to dig out the puncture kit before realising I’d left my bag at home.

  “Just great,” I said out loud before looking at the time on my phone. “That’s just perfect.”

  I tried to decide whether to walk home and fix the puncture or walk on. I chose to walk. It didn’t really matter to me that I was walking. I was sure I’d still get there in plenty of time. Which shows how stupid I am.

  The Riverside building loomed just ahead of me and it looked as if I’d reach it in just a couple of minutes. But it didn’t seem to get any closer as I walked and by the time five to six rolled around, I was still a couple of streets away. “Sorry, Clare,” I said out loud, breaking into a half jog, the bike rolling along with a wobble next to me as the tyre struggled to stay on the wheel.

  I got to the front door of the building at five past six. There was a doorman but he was on the other side of the glass. I waved at him and held up the parcel. He nodded imperiously, swiping a keycard to let me inside. “Can I help you?” he asked, glancing from me to the bike.

  “I’ve a parcel for Skyview Apartment. Can you tell me where I need to go?”

  “Top floor, the penthouse,” he replied. “You may leave your bicycle with me if you wish.”

  “As long as you don’t ride off on it,” I said, hoping for a smile. Fat chance.

  Leaving him holding the bike, I climbed into the lift and punched the button for the top floor. The lift smelt of roses. Did they pump the smell in? Was this how the other half lived? Floral scent and a lift bigger than my kitchen?

  When the doors slid open on the top floor, I stepped out into a square room filled with tall plants in terracotta pots. The carpet was so thick my feet didn’t make a sound as I walked towards the only door which was directly opposite the lift. I pressed the button next to the door and wai
ted.

  Nothing happened. I pressed the button again. Still nothing. I gave it thirty seconds before digging out my phone. Clare hadn’t told me what I was supposed to do if no one answered. The phone hadn’t even started ringing when the door opened and a man appeared, making me almost drop the phone to the floor at the sight of him.

  I could see at once what Clare meant when she’d said he was hot. He wasn’t just hot, he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. He was in his mid thirties, wearing a very expensive bespoke black suit with white shirt and crimson red tie. His hair was jet black and neatly trimmed.

  In fact everything about him was neat and tidy, even the hint of stubble on his chiselled jaw. He looked every inch the arrogant businessman, from his furious eyes to the way he impatiently tapped his foot as he looked at me as if he was expecting someone else. He scowled as I recoiled from his glare, unable to bear the anger radiating out from him.

  “You’re late,” he snapped, before blinking in surprise as he looked at me properly for the first time. “Who are you?”

  TWO

  DOMINIC

  I was angry enough at how late he was before the doorbell even rang. I’d forgotten all about the parcel that was due to arrive. I’d come home after the longest day at the office in months and within minutes of getting inside, my phone was already demanding my attention. I ignored it the first couple of times. It could at least wait until I’d had a drink.

  I’d been out of the house since half five that morning, the early start was the only way I could squeeze in an hour at the gym before getting going on with another hard day. I was at work by six thirty and I hadn’t stopped until I finally forced myself away just after five in the evening. I hadn’t even had time to eat. A workaholic, my father had always called me, as if he hadn’t been exactly the same, as if it wasn’t hard work that had built the empire I now ruled on his behalf.