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 and

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.”