Secret Daddy(9)By: Lucy Wild
He brought the axe down again and as it split the log, a piece whipped through the air, slamming into my leg. I screamed in pain and he looked up, blinking in surprise at the sight of me standing there. “You,” he said, dropping the axe and striding over to the house.
“Hold on,” I said, limping after him, still rubbing my leg. “Where are you going?”
“Get off my property,” he snapped without looking back, his hand already on the door handle.
“Wait,” I said, tapping him on the shoulder. “I just wanted to speak to you. Hang on.” My mind whirled as it tried to work out where I knew that voice from. It hit me a second later. “You’re my hero.”
“What?” he snapped, twisting round to look at me.
I wanted to speak but having those dark eyes burning into me stopped my brain from working. All I wanted to do was submit to him, melt into his arms, let him sweep me into that house and do whatever the hell he wanted with me. “I…” I muttered, pausing before forcing myself to think, “I mean, you’re the man who helped me last night, right?”
“What do you want? Why are you here? I’m not a bloody mechanic. If there’s something wrong with your car-”
“No, it’s not that. I wanted to ask you about your play.”
His eyes narrowed. “You want to what?”
“I want to ask if you’ll give consent for me to perform it. That is, for my group to perform it. Not that it’s my group, of course. I’m getting this all wrong. There’s a drama group in town and they let me join and I wondered if you’d let us put on your wonderful play. It would be good for the town, you see”
“Listen,” he said, letting go of the door handle, turning to loom over me, his fists clenched. “I have no love for this town. I couldn’t care less what’s good for it. All I want is to be left alone. Now get off my property and don’t ever come back.”
“Or what,” I blurted out. “You can’t threaten someone like that just for asking.”
“It’s not a threat, it’s a warning.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you’re a very rude man?”
“All the time.”
He turned, pulled open the door and vanished inside, slamming the door behind him.
If I had done what I originally planned, I never would have seen her. I was supposed to get the wood chopped in the morning but I had woken up late and all my plans went to shit. I never woke up late. I was always up early.
But last night had been hell. I often struggled to get to sleep but this was different, this was worse. I was up until three, laid in the dark, trying to get the image of that girl out of my head. I shouldn’t have helped her. If I’d just driven away, I’d have been able to keep my desire under control. But I did help her. Pandora’s box was open. All the feelings that I’d learned to keep locked away and only let out at the club were bubbling up inside me. I kept picturing me stopping to help her, tearing her clothes off her, dragging her back here to become my permanent little plaything. The only thing that helped me to settle was a shot or two of whiskey, another reason why I woke up late.
I headed out to the lumber yard when I finally got up, bringing back enough wood to get the fence posts done. The edge of my land bordered a public footpath and people had a tendency to try and wander onto my land. I’d put up a fence years ago but parts of it were rotting and a couple of sections had given way. The last thing I wanted was to find people trespassing in my private territory.
By the time the fence posts were ready, I had a pile of off cuts to deal with. It was just after seven in the evening and the light was starting to fade. If I wanted to get them all chopped in time, I needed to get a move on. I was about a quarter of the way through the pile when I hit a log at the wrong angle and a piece flew off. I looked up when I heard a scream and there she was, my innocent little girl, looking far hotter than she had in the dark, which was saying something.
I could see a hint of her cleavage and it drew my eyes, making my cock twitch in my trousers. She was rubbing her leg in pain and the sight turned me on. Seeing the discomfort in her eyes made me want to be the cause of her pain, or her pleasure. Damn it, my mind was already running away with itself. I couldn’t stand there any longer or I’d end up grabbing hold of her and pulling her into the house, spank her for having the audacity to trespass on my property as if it belonged to her.