Page 38 of Daddy's Little Liar
Chapter Ten
The sun had long since set, leaving the parking lot cast in darkness. It made it hard to see where they were going, but Daddy set the pace, and he was giving her ample time to pick her way across the gravel lot on her sore ankle. He opened the passenger side of his truck and set the leftover box on the dash. Reaching up, he switched off the interior cab light before backing up and motioning her in.
She climbed up, but as she stepped up to the seat, he caught her shoulders, turning her to face the interior of the truck instead of sideways so she could heave herself up inside.
“Wh-what—” She stopped with a squeak when he took hold of her skirt and began gathering to length in folds, slowly, giving her plenty of time to realize he intended to bare her bottom and to object if she wanted. She cast nervous glances about the parking lot, but his truck was parked in the corner, nestled up between a farmer’s field and a long row of empty parking spaces. Those spaces closer to the building were sparsely filled, but he’d backed into this spot which put the field at her back and the driver’s closed door between what they were doing and the rest of the lot.
He’d known. Somehow, he’d known he was going to do this before they’d gone inside, and he’d parked accordingly.
Her throat closed in on what she had to admit were little more than half-hearted objections as he finally reached her skirt hem and with two deft tugs, pulled the roll that her skirt had was up to her waist. Her pussy felt the cool of the night air. Her naked ass felt the brush of his jeans, lightly scraping the swell of her tender bottom as his open hand came to rest between her shoulder blades, and giving her all the chance in the world to stop this, he applied enough pressure to bend her over onto the truck seat.
This was crazy. She wasn’t an exhibitionist. Was it even exhibitionism if no one else was here in the parking lot to see them?
Her hands fisted. She tucked them up under her chin, every wildly sparking nerve in her body aching to see where this was going to go. She’d never done this before. Was he going to have sex with her? Her pussy fluttered, spasming with eager need, which only got hotter when he grabbed her ass in both hands, squeezing, his fingers digging into every tender place left from both the spanking last night and the one she regretted having stopped too soon just hours ago.
“Here’s your chance,” he said, the low timbre of his voice sending a whole new wave of shivers straight up through her core to her womb. “If you have a good excuse, now’s the time to tell me if you want to avoid the punishment I’ve got planned.”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice sounded just as husky, breathy, like a woman on the verge of getting fucked.
“That’s not your concern.”
She begged to differ. What he was about to do to her was very much her concern.
“All you have to think about right now is whether you have a mitigating reason for saying what you did. Otherwise, I’m going to give you a very good reason to try hard in the future not to repeat that mistake. Now, what do you have to say, Georgia?”
He reached down between her legs, completely avoiding her wanton pussy to give the inner slope of each thigh a gentle ‘spread-’em’ pat.
She couldn’t think. All she could do was shift her legs apart, making herself that much more vulnerable to him. Only, it didn’t feel like vulnerability. It felt empowering. Here she was bent over the seat of his car, with the cool night breeze kissing the wetness trickling along the folds of her exposed pussy. She should have been mortified, but she couldn’t think of another time in her life when she’d ever felt more desirable, more brave, more aroused, or more just plain more.
His fingers wove up through the back of her scalp, fisting her long hair and pulling her head back in a way that sent another exotic jolt of lust shooting down her spine. It prickled at her nipples, tickling at her clit, filled her empty pussy with a deep heated pulse that sang its slow throb until that seductive beat filled every empty corner of her being.
“Answer me, little girl,” he said, husky and low behind her. “When Daddy asks a question, he expects an answer.”
“I don’t have an answer,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”
“I know. That and your ankle are the only reason I’m not sending you out into the field like this to cut me a sturdy switch.”
She shivered all over again. “Are y-you going to sp-spank me again?”
“Nope.”
Her tummy was alive, writhing with all the knots that her growing eagerness could tie. She wanted so badly to ask what he was going to do because his hand was still in her hair and his forearm was on her back, holding her bent with her legs spread and the open truck door hiding them from the accidental view of anyone who might come out of the pizza shop or drive in off the country highway that fed into the parking lot.
“What are you going to do?”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Daddy, I want to pay my bill,” she obediently parroted.
“Hm.” His rumble trembled all through her, tightening her nipples into desperate points. “That one won’t work anymore, is it, baby girl? We’ve gone beyond that, haven’t we?”
She tucked her face into her fists, waiting to hear what he’d decide.
“Red is the usual word. Like a traffic light signal, if you say it, I’ll stop. Yellow means either slow or wait. That’s the color I expect you to say if you don’t want me to stop, but something isn’t right. Even if you don’t know what that something is, it doesn’t matter. If you say that, it’s my job to figure out what you need before I continue. Green means you’re good for me to go. This works for punishment as well as for this, which is going to be more like funishment right now since I fully acknowledge you weren’t trying to be derogatory. Do you understand?”
Sort of, kind of. She’d much rather skip all this and get right to what he intended to do. Her body was so alive right now. She ached to feel his next touch.
“What color are you?”
