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  Owning Her Innocence

  Alexa Riley

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Owning Her Innocence

  Dedication

  Chapter 1 * Haley *

  Chapter 2 * Daddy *

  Chapter 3 * Haley *

  Chapter 4 * Daddy *

  Chapter 5 * Haley *

  Chapter 6 * Daddy *

  Preview: Beauty Owned the Beast

  About the Author

  Dedication

  Jennifer, for your encouragement, help, and love of daddies. I kept him faithful just for you... Otherwise I would have killed him.

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  CHAPTER 1 * HALEY *

  The smell of musk was the first thing I became aware of. The second was that I couldn’t move my hands or legs—they felt heavy. Wait, no, I think I’m bound. I shifted around, seeing if I could free myself, but the soft, ribbon-like material held tight. “Where am I?” I whisper to myself. I shift harder, trying to free myself from the blindfold.

  BAM! A door slams maybe a few rooms away.

  I still.

  Should I call out? A chill runs up my spine and I suddenly become very aware that I’m naked. Except for what feels like something drying on my chest. As my breathing picks up, the musky smell seems to grow. What is that sound? Steps. Someone is coming. I hear the footsteps shuffling closer. Maybe, just maybe, if I’m quiet enough they’ll just pass. The steps grow louder and louder, then stop. I hold my breath for what feels like forever. They start up again, this time moving away from me. Releasing the breath I was holding, I lay my head back down on the mattress. Think, Haley, how did I get here? What do I remember last?

  William.

  -The night before-

  “I’d like to thank everyone for coming here tonight to celebrate my little Haley graduating.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen my father so happy before. He keeps talking about how I’m a big girl now. It’s time for me to grow up, he says. “Enough living in that head of yours, Haley.” He even went as far as cleaning out my room last week, removing all my stuffed animals, my baby dolls that I’ve had since before I can remember, hiring William’s construction company to paint over my beautiful pink walls. Now the room is an ugly blue that makes me stomp my feet every time I enter it.

  “She’s not my little girl anymore. She’s a young woman ready to enter the world, and I’m sure she will do great things. I love you, Haley. You’ve made me a very proud father. I wish your mother was here to see you now.” Cheers break out and I rush to hug my father.

  I know he means well, but the thought of growing up and being a woman terrifies me to the core. I need to get some air. It’s too hot in this house and I’m starting to feel like I can’t breathe.

  As I make my way down the hall I see William leaning against the backdoor. William, the man that makes me tingle all over at just the sight of him. He has the broadest shoulders and the most thickly muscled thighs. He’s all man. I’ve had a crush on him for what seems like forever. Though for the past year he’s avoided me like I developed leprosy.

  He used to come around all the time, he was, after all, my father’s best friend. Picking me up from school when Father had to work late, or staying over and putting me to bed when Father couldn’t make it home. I remember curling up in his lap while he read me bedtime stories; I could always talk him into reading a second.

  “Please, Daddy William, just one more.”

  “One more, sweetheart, and that’s it. Do you understand me? I don’t want to have to turn that little bottom of yours cherry red.”

  Back then, that threat just made me giggle, thinking about it now made my panties grow wet.

  William stood up from his position against the door as I grew closer. His dark black hair was starting to become peppered with gray, and it only added to his appeal. Could men tell when a girl got wet? Just the thought of William knowing this about me made my face heat.

  “God, Haley, you have the sweetest blush I’ve ever seen,” he says, running his finger down my cheek, and I can’t help but blush harder. He quickly drops his hand, as if remembering the leprosy. Looking at me with that same gaze he’s been giving me lately. I can’t quite figure out what it is. I missed his touches. He never touches me anymore. In fact, he hardly even looks at me, and when he does his face is hard—no longer the Daddy William I used to know. He’s also made it very clear that I am to stop calling him that, correcting me every time I use the name.

  “Daddy William, do you want to play checkers with me?” I had asked one night.

  “It’s William, Haley. Now say it.” I just stared at him. I didn’t want it to just be William. He was my Daddy William. “Say it, Haley,” he pushed.

  “Forget it, Williammm!” I said, drawing out his name in hopes of pushing him a little. “I don’t want to play checkers with you anyway.”

  I’ll never forget him grabbing me by the arms and pulling me close, flush against his broad chest, dipping his head right down next to my ear, his stubble brushing against my soft skin.

  “That’s good, little Haley. It’s best you don’t play with me at all.” His nose pressed to my neck and it felt like he was breathing me in. Then he was gone. That was the last time William touched me… A year without his touch. Until this very moment.

  “Good evening, William.” I can’t stop the sarcastic way I say his name now. It’s like a little paper cut each time I say it, and I want him to know this. Or maybe I just want a reaction from him. Something. Anything to get a little bit of his attention. I see the tic in his jaw and I can’t help but smirk at my little victory.

  “So glad you could pull yourself away from whatever it is you’re up to these days to come to my little graduation party. God knows you don’t come around to see us anymore.” Cheese and crackers! That came out way whinier than I intended it to. I’ve never actually seen William with another woman, but I can’t help the thought that that’s what’s been keeping him away from us… From me. It slices through my heart.

  “We all have lives, Haley. Like your father keeps saying, you’re a big girl now and it’s time you started acting like it.”

  My shoulders drop at his words. There it is again, I’m a big girl now.

  Softly I whisper, “Maybe I don’t want to be a big girl.”

  He mumbles something I don’t quite catch, and the temperature in the room seems to rise.

  “Fuck, Haley, I can’t deal with this right now. Get your little ass wherever you were going.”

  I feel the lump rise in my throat; I can’t let him see how he’s affected me.

  “Then why don’t you move your stupid face away from the door!” I scream at him.

  Hopefully the anger will keep the tears at bay for a few moments longer until I can make my escape.

  “Now, now, Haley, don’t you go thinking you’re too old to be bent over a
nd have your panties pulled down for me to spank that sweet little ass of yours.”

  I can’t control the gasp that leaves my lips. How dare he!

  That helped push those tears back and I feel my anger grow. He ignores me the past year then thinks he can just come in here and boss me around? I don’t think so, Daddy William. I straighten my back, trying to make myself somewhat taller but he’s got a whole foot on me, so I’m not sure it’s working

  “I’d like to see you try…Daddy William.” No sooner have the words left my lips than he grabs me by the waist, turns me around and pushes me against the door he was leaning on moments before.

  I snap my face up to look at him through the veil of my lashes; this is a look I’ve never seen before. His eyes seem to change in the light to the deepest green I’ve ever seen. He slides one of his legs between mine, bracing his left hand next to my face and his right onto my hip, making it so I have no escape. I’m totally trapped. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? The hand he has on my hip tightens, causing a sharp pain that seems to go right to my core. Oh god, the tingling between my legs is back in a way that I’ve never felt before. I swear I can feel my pulse down there, and I feel liquid leak from my girly parts. I’ve never had a boy—no, a man—on me like this before.

  The only experience I have is the one time my best friend Molly talked me into going to her brother’s basketball game. Molly is boy crazy, and being as we went to a private all-girls’ Catholic school we never got to be around boys. After the game, her brother Tim caught me by the bleachers and tried sticking his slimy tongue down my throat, which was completely gross. When I came home and told my father about it he hit the roof and started making me get birth control shots from the doctor. I tried to explain, but he was too freaked out to listen. Luckily I didn’t tell him it was Molly’s brother, or he probably wouldn’t have let me hang out at her house anymore.

  This moment, however, wasn’t gross at all. What would he do if I moved so my girly parts sat right on his thigh? Would he feel the wetness? Would he notice it if I just moved back and forth a little? Why did I want to move back and forth? What good would it do? But I want to. I have to.

  I see his eyes drop to my lips. I bet William’s kiss would be nothing like Tim’s. I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll do it. Kiss me, I beg with my eyes, knowing there’s no way I can say the words.

  William starts to lean toward me and I freeze. He’s going to kiss me, but right before he gets to my lips his face turns and he buries it in my neck. I feel something warm and slick slide up my neck and a moan slips from my lips. He licked me. Oh my god, he totally licked me.

  “You taste like pure innocence,” he tells me. At his words I let my girl parts slide down onto his thigh. The pressure feels so good. It feels like something is building. Something is going to happen…

  “Haley!” I hear my father yell.

  The next thing I know I’m standing and William is across the room, leaning against the wall like nothing happened. Is he that unaffected by me? The very idea crushes me, but who am I kidding, I haven’t the first idea how to attract a man like William.

  Maybe my fantasies are starting to make me go crazy and I imagined everything that just happened. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had vivid thoughts about William, and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. I just can’t seem to shake him from my head. He dominates my every thought, and maybe even owns them. What would it be like to be owned by William? The thought should scare me, but it only excites me.

  “Haley, there you are,” my father says, breaking me from my thoughts.

  “Molly and her brother Tim just got here. You should go and greet your guests.”

  I take one last look at William before rushing from the room to find Molly, hearing my father yell after me, “No running in the house, Haley!”

  After that, I try my best to avoid William for the rest of the night. If he can pretend like nothing happened, so can I.

  I spend most of the evening hanging with Molly and her brother Tim. I was surprised to see Tim here with Molly. Since he kissed me a few months back he’s pretty much stayed away from me. Tonight, however, he seems overly attentive. He keeps asking me about my plans this summer and making sure my drink stays topped off. It’s actually kind of sweet, but some of his lingering touches make me feel uncomfortable.

  I know I should try to move past this stupid crush I have on William, maybe even go on a date. No way would William ever want to be with some chubby girl like me who can’t even kiss a boy without wanting to run away. My father would probably kill us both, to be honest. Going to an all-girls’ school the whole “going out with boys” conversation never really happened.

  As the evening progresses, the more I try to avoid William the more he seems to be watching me. He keeps giving me disapproving looks. I also can’t help but notice that Jane—an employee from my father’s office—is hanging all over him. The sight of them together makes it feel like I have a weight on my chest. I’ve heard my father say she’s a gold-digger that will sleep with anyone, whatever that means. I can’t stand to watch them, but I swear anytime I walk into another room, William is there two seconds later, followed by Jane.

  I really need a moment alone to get myself together. I’m feeling a little dizzy and really, really tired. I also need to change out the soaked undies I still have on from earlier.

  Slipping up to my room I inwardly cringe at the stupid blue walls. I head to my dresser, digging to find a new pair of underwear—I would be so embarrassed if anyone knew what I had done in them. Just the thought of what had taken place with William earlier had me soaking them further. Maybe I should see a doctor. This can’t be normal.

  As I’m slipping the panties down my legs, my door suddenly swings open and I tumble back with the underwear wrapped around my legs. Tim catches me.

  “From the state of those panties it looks like you’re starting without me, sugar,” Tim drawls.

  I pale. What does he mean, starting without him? Starting what?

  “Tim, you shouldn’t be in here. My father will hit the roof.”

  “You know you want me, sugar. You’re a big girl now and you can’t hold on to that cherry forever. I’ll make it good for you.”

  The dizziness is hitting me harder and the room starts to spin.

  “No, Tim, please stop. I’m just going to go to lie down for a minute. I’m just so tired,” I slur.

  Tim slowly helps me over to the bed. I can’t seem to get my legs to work.

  “You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at that William guy? Is that the problem? Only want to spread those thighs for older men? How about you let me break you in for him? Besides, I saw that woman all over him downstairs. Why would he want a little, inexperienced, chunky thing like you?”

  His words cut deep and I feel him tugging at my dress, causing my breasts to spill out.

  “These are a little big for my taste, but I’ll make do. Since I’ll be the first to slide into this tight little cunt of yours, I’ll overlook it. You really should be thanking me. Maybe I can show you a thing or two about how to please a man,” Tim says with a smirk on his face.

  I try to cover myself, to tell him to stop, tell him this isn’t right, but my hands are so heavy. I can’t lift them. I start to close my eyes, then I hear a loud crash, and William is standing over me.

  “Someone has been a very bad little girl tonight, haven’t they, little Haley. It seems you can’t take care of yourself after all. Rest now, Daddy’s got you.”

  CHAPTER 2 * DADDY *

  As I sit here in my leather chair, I can’t help but wonder how the fuck I got in this situation.

  Years. I’ve tried for years to stop these feelings. I’ve gone through the guilt, depression, self-hatred, and disgust to come back to one feeling I can’t shake…need. What I need most in the entire world is in the next room, tied to my bed, covered in my cum.

  Haley.

  Tonight was her party to celebrate he
r graduation, her turning into a woman, but those big blue eyes looking up at me with all the need and want of a young girl tells me she isn’t as inclined to grow up as her father would like to think. No, Haley is innocent, pure, untouched, and everything inside me wants to own her. My 20 year friendship to Roger, be damned.

  In one night I’ve cast aside all my morals, along with the trust of her father, to bathe in my own darkest desires. I went to her party to watch over her, to celebrate the passage into her adult life. A life that doesn’t include playing board games and late night bedtime stories. But what I witnessed was her total ignorance to the danger right in front of her.

  I keep patting myself on the back for saving her from the piece of shit kid that drugged and almost raped her. Watching him follower her around all night had me on edge, but her seeming to like the attention made me livid. I wanted to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder like a Neanderthal. Every time I tried to get close to her, just to hear what they were talking about, that Jane bitch would only cackle in my ear, adding to the headache her perfume had already given me.

  I cheer myself on for beating his punk ass within an inch of his life and having him hauled off to jail. Hell, Roger actually did pat me on the back for that one. In fact, convincing myself that Haley needed to come home with me to be watched over was harder than convincing Roger. He trusts me with his little girl. Probably because she has always been my little girl too. Only Roger and I have very different views of how we want to treat our little girl.

  I made my deal with the devil the moment I brought her back to my home.

  I stripped her naked and tied her to my bed. What the fuck did I think was going to happen? I said goodbye to all my morals the moment I saw her bare for the first time. Juicy. Her whole body was just so juicy. Wide hips and thick thighs that led to the most perfect cunt I’d ever seen. Barely any hair and totally natural.