Page 40 of Daddy's Little Liar
“Spread your legs.” In this light, the lines and contours of his face were mostly in shadow, making it hard to see him. But there was no hiding the hunger in his voice when he said, “If you want to come, you’re going to have to do it yourself. Right now. Where I can see it.”
Her heart skipped even as her stomach plummeted, and her pussy tensed. The throb inside her grew hotter, but so did the fire burning in her face.
“What?”
“Touch yourself,” he said bluntly. “Or go without. From now on, I own your pussy, your clitty, and your orgasms. Come for me, baby girl. I want to watch you do it, especially since you won’t be allowed another until I’m ready to allow it. Perhaps not until I see you again in three weeks.”
Her jaw dropped, and yet her wayward body throbbed. She couldn’t masturbate in front of him. There was just no way! It was such a private... dirty... forbidden thing, and he wanted to watch while she...
Her hand shook. So did her thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he coaxed.
She would never survive the embarrassment.
She was so keyed, she would not survive what he’d already done to her if she didn’t come. Not just tonight, but for the next three weeks?
As if he’d even know if she took things in hand while he wasn’t there.
She would, though. Deep inside her, she knew she wouldn’t. No matter how horny she was. She’d meant it when she said she wouldn’t lie to him again, and to do that after Daddy told her no, she didn’t want to. It didn’t feel right, but this... Her fingers twitched as she hesitantly brought her right hand to the apex of her thighs. She covered her mons, the embarrassment of this flaming hot in her cheeks even as liquid lust tickled through her folds.
“I’m going to make a mess on your seat.”
“I don’t care. Spread your kitty for me, baby. I want to see what’s mine.”
She shivered, every nuance of that word singing through her veins. It didn’t kill the embarrassment, it heightened it. And yet, her stomach flinched at the accidental caress of her fingers over her desperate clit as she parted her own folds, exposing herself to him in the most intimate way anyone ever could.
She’d thought spreading her bottom cheeks had been mortifying. That was nothing compared to this.
“Do you want to come?” he coaxed.
God, yes. Her thighs were shaking, both from the effort of holding her legs up and open like this and from the desperate ache of being this close to coming and yet not allowed to get any closer. Not without embarrassing herself in front of him.
“Your hand is my hand now. Show me how you want Daddy to fuck you.”
She mewled, half panting, half crying. Ducking her head, she closed her eyes, but he stopped her.
“No. Look at me while you do it.”
At least with her eyes closed, she could have hidden. She could have pretended.
Her nerve gave out. Laughing to cover her embarrassment, she tried to sit up. “I can’t. This is so weird.”
Stepping back in toward her, he took her hand and put it right back where it was. Only this time, her fingers weren’t just near her own clit. They were a hair’s breadth within caressing it. The shadow of his eyes gazing into hers, he moved her hand, and her whole body stiffened, erupting in thrills of desire as her fingertips made contact.
“Daddy wants to touch you.”
He centered her hand, and her shaky breath caught as she found herself with two fingers directly on her pulsating clit.
“There may be times while we’re apart that Daddy will want to take you. This is how we’re going to do it until such a time as we’re ready to move our relationship to a sexual level, and that won’t be until you’re down here full time.” He tipped his head, and she locked her gaze on his lips, already able to taste his next kiss. “Stroke,” he whispered.
Helpless to disobey, humiliation aside, she caressed along the seam of her pussy, the deep spasms leaving her shaking as she ended on her clit. “Again,” he commanded.
Her back arched, her shaky breath catching, her fingers no longer her own but helpless to do anything but exactly what he demanded of her. She knew exactly how she liked to be touched, and she burned in the fire of lust and humiliation as she showed him.
The door to the restaurant opened, and panic at getting caught like this sparked in her. She snatched her hand out from between her legs, snapping her thighs shut, and jerked upright. She might even have got out of the truck altogether, except Daddy stepped in smooth as silk and caught her around the throat, the heat of his hand applying only enough pressure to still both her and the panic beating at her insides.
“Don’t look at them,” he told her. “You look at me. Get back in position. Spread your legs. Pet your pretty kitty for me, baby, or I’m going to turn you over on this seat, and we’ll see how quiet you can be while Daddy punishment fucks your little asshole.”
