Chapter 16 #5
All through the night, Daddy makes love to Holly, his sweet little plaything.
All through the night, I love Daddy back, as though he’s the greatest man in the world.
The fantasy lives on, characters taking over, and I am his sweetheart. His good girl. His Holly, even though I feel nothing whatsoever like a whore.
Hours slip by so quickly when you’re having fun. In no time at all the dawn chorus begins.
“You know what,” Daddy says as we lie, snuggled together, and he strokes my hair. “I am a little disappointed in you.”
What? I shoot up on an elbow and look him in the eye. Did I fuck up along the way?
“What’s wrong?” I say, then add, “Daddy?”
He sighs. “I really believed that you would have misbehaved while you were away.” He chuckles.
“I was so looking forward to punishing your peachy ass. I even bought a new pair of slippers for the occasion.” He nods towards the dresser and I see them, a brand new pair of black slippers on the floor. My clit wakes up at the thought.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say, my mind whirring for something – anything I could confess to.
“It’s ok, sweetheart,” he says, stroking my cheek. “Maybe next time.”
And then I do think of something.
“Actually,” I say, trying to look more sheepish than ever. “There was something…”
“Really? Don’t tell me you let those boys touch you.”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t do that.”
“What is it, then? Tell me.”
“Well… It was in that turret, when Neil got his cock out and asked me to show him my tits…”
“You didn’t run away?”
“No, no. I did run away… but…”
“But?”
“I… I crept back to the arched doorway and peeped at him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him because he was jerking his cock so fast, and I couldn’t resist putting my hand up my skirt, and…
I fingered myself as I watched him. I promise I was thinking of you, Daddy, because I love watching when you come.
I was tingling so bad. And when Neil came and his cum went splattering, I was coming too.
And I think… I think he saw me. Or maybe he heard my panting breaths because he glanced over, a big grin on his face. ”
“And then?”
“Then I did run. I promise I did. And stayed well out of his way after that.”
“My own daughter.” Daddy sighs and shakes his head. “A voyeur, playing with herself over another man’s cock.”
I sniff. “I’m sorry. But I was thinking of you. And anyway he’s just a boy with a puny cock, not a man like you.”
“Nevertheless,” Daddy says. “Come with me.”
Daddy gets out of bed, opens the curtains wide, picks up one of the slippers and sits on the edge of the armchair. He looks amazing naked, his cock already hard.
“Over my knee, sweetheart.”
Christ how I’m tingling as I push from the bed and go to Daddy, assuming the position over his knee, my ass pointing in the direction of the window, where I know the rising sun will be lighting up my peachy ass.
Daddy adjusts both of us, just right so that I can feel his cock against my tummy.
He lifts my nightdress and caresses my ass cheeks. “Beautiful,” he says. “Thank you for being a naughty girl. Even though I know you’re lying.”
SLAP!
I yelp when his hand strikes. And I yelp again when he rains down hard slaps one after the other.
“Owwww,” I moan. But fuck, it’s nice.
“That was nothing,” Daddy says. “I will teach you not to leer at anyone other than me. Do you understand, girl?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I deserve to be punished.”
My cheeks are already stinging from his slaps, but fuck, when he pins me with one arm and hits me with the slipper, my cry is for real. It stings like a bitch.
“Bad girl!” he says and brings the slipper down again and again and again.
I’m wriggling, I’m yelping, and it feels so good as the heat blooms on my ass.
I don’t have to ask for more. Daddy keeps on going, smack after smack after smack, his hard cock digging into my tummy as I squirm.
Finally, he stops and I hear the slipper being dropped to the floor.
“Kneel,” he says and pushes me down to the carpet.
I kneel before him, mouth open, tongue out.
“The only cock you ever watch coming is mine, yes?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I say and open my mouth again. But Daddy puts his fingers under my chin and closes my mouth and it’s clear what he’s going to do.
I watch as he jerks his magnificent cock, the head flushing purple, veins proud as he works his cock like crazy.
I gasp when he comes, aimed in my direction. My mouth opens on instinct anyway as his cum splatters my face, hot spurt after hot spurt and I fucking love it.
“Good girl,” he says, using one finger to scrape the cum into my mouth. “I hope you have learned your lesson.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you,” I say, slurping his cum down.
The smile on Daddy’s face is to die for.
“You really are something, Holly,” he says. “But now, it’s shower time.”
He doesn’t clean me out with a flannel this time, just washes me like a precious angel and gets me dressed up ready to go. He even pulls my socks up and fastens my tie for me.
I eat cereal and drink juice while Daddy disappears upstairs. He returns suited and booted in a deep brown getup that shows off his hair.
“I hope you have a good day at college, sweetheart,” he says, following me through to the hallway as I grab my schoolbag and suitcase.
“Thanks, Daddy. You have a good day, too.” I smile at him. “I had a great night being home with you again.”
“Likewise. Keep an eye on your inbox. I hope I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” He pauses. “Just so long as no unexpected projects turn up, but I think you’re through with them. Call it an inkling.”
There’s a sparkle in User 762’s eyes. A calm confidence in his stance.
“I hope so.” I hold up my fingers. “Fingers crossed.”
He steps up beside me to open the front door, kissing me on the cheek one final time before I step outside.
“Goodbye, Ella,” he says, and I do a double take, my eyes like saucers as they meet his.
Ella.
Oh my fucking God, he just called me Ella!
I’d figure it was a mistake, but he doesn’t bluster, just keeps a calm smile.
“Keep an eye on the news as well as your inbox,” he tells me. “I have a feeling someone else is going to have unexpected projects they have to deal with. People reap what they sow.”
“I don’t understand,” I say.
“I mean someone who treated my little gold hearted girl like a piece of trash. Someone with an ego far bigger than any Stuart or Neil you could come up with.” He puts a finger to his lips.
“That’s all I’m going to say. I’ve said far more than I should have.
Just believe me when I say Daddy cares about you.
He would do all he can to stop any idiots hurting his little girl.
Please feel free to put in a complaint to The Agency for me using your real name, it was not my place to do so.
I just wanted to assure you that things will be ok.
I know your trip away has been a difficult one. ”
I don’t know what to say to that. He sounds so sure.
I figure I should be flipped out somehow that he knows my name is Ella, but I’m not.
I expect shame and horror, and the urge to explain myself, but nothing comes, just a quiet understanding between us.
Respect.
I won’t be reporting him to The Agency. Not a chance.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say. “I appreciate anything you’ve managed to do for your little girl.”
“Like I said, keep an eye on the news,” he replies. “The story should be breaking by now.”
“I will,” I tell him, then hug him goodbye.
I have to force my legs to walk down the street, fighting the urge to charge back to Daddy’s house as Ella and ask him a billion questions. There are a whole bunch of what, what, whats in my mind, but I have to shunt them aside.
He gave me the information he wanted to. A piece in a puzzle I haven’t yet seen.
D&S I send to Josh once I’m back in the cab on the way back to London.
Great, baby, he replies. Can’t wait to see you.
Another ping comes straight through. Another from Josh.
Have you seen what the hell is happening with Connor yet? Fucking hell, Ells. He’s screwed up bad. Real fucking bad. He’s gonna be destroyed after this shit. Farewell, motherfucker.
I get a rush of electric up my spine, the tiny hairs on my neck prickling with static.
Keep an eye on the news…
Daddy knew.
Whatever is happening, Daddy knew.
The breaking news isn’t hard to find. It’s the first thing I see on my feed when I call up social media.
The London Times has released behind the scenes footage, and a writeup of the drink, drugs and ‘attacks on hookers’ lifestyle Connor’s been caught up in. My fingers are quaking as I try to take in the words.
Connor has been paying hookers and degrading them in front of his entire backstage team. He’s been making women snort cocaine off his dick and spitting in their faces, offering them $1000 a go and then giving them the middle finger when they ask for the cash at the end of it.
He says they are lucky, apparently. That hookers are worth fuck all, and he’s worth millions. He’s a god in the making, don’t they know?
Absolute fucking wanker.
I can’t help it. Even through the shock, I have a very distinct feeling User 762 has had something to do with this. It’s come from a journalist working for The London Times news corporation, one of the major outlets in the country… they must have been on the case for weeks now. Weeks if not months.
Surely not. Surely User 762 can’t be a part of this.
I call up the details of the LT News Corporation team, the people involved in the breaking story. I dig around until I find the profiles of the people in charge. The people at the very top of the food chain.
And there he is, my daddy. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest when I see his professional photo on LinkedIn.
Fucking hell. No way.
Daddy is Editor in Chief for The London Times. Otherwise known as Charles Henderson.
I grin up at the roof of the cab, because what the fuck? What the holy fucking fuck?
The article is no holds barred, and the public outrage is already kicking off at the rockstar who shot to the stars. Josh was right. Connor is royally fucking screwed after this shit. And he deserves it. Scanning the details of the story, the asshole really fucking deserves it.
Oh my God. Thank you, Daddy.
Or more specifically, thank you, Charles.