Page 75 of Spoiling Lillian
Keeping my head down, I grab his hand—the one resting on my thighs. I part my knees, pull up my dress, and shove his fingers against my panties. They’re soaked. The act of pushing his hand against me makes me gasp. If he moves his fingertips even a fraction of an inch, I’ll come.
“Lils?” He slides his other hand to the back of my head, grabs one of my pigtails, and tugs until I’m forced to look at him.
My face is so hot it’s on fire, but I find the will to be brave and face him.
He searches my eyes, his brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re turned on?”
I nod.
His eyes widen. “Watching me made you horny, Baby?”
Inhaling deeply, I whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”
He licks his lips. “You ran from the room because you were aroused?”
Another nod. “My legs…”
He gives me a slow smile. “Your knees were going to buckle, weren’t they?”
“Yes, Sir. I didn’t want to come in front of everyone. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but it got worse. And my nipples were throbbing. When I crossed my arms, I couldn’t make it stop even though I pushed against them.”
Bryson tugs my panties aside and finds my clit, rubbing it as he leans me back in his arms. “Let’s take care of this pussy, and then we can talk.”
My eyes roll back when he thrusts two fingers into me. I detonate, grabbing his forearm with both hands, mostly to hold on so I don’t float away. My body shakes from the release I’ve needed so badly.
Daddy adds a third finger and continues stroking my clit. “Give me another one, sweet girl.”
“Daddy,” I cry out. I tip my head back and arch my chest. There’s no sense fighting this. I won’t be able to focus fully until I come a second time. It’s not as good as when he uses his cock for my second release, but his fingers are amazing.
“Come, Lillian,” he orders.
I obey, my pussy throbbing around his digits with so much force it’s a wonder I don’t slide off his lap.
He’s got me, though. He’s always got me.
When he finally removes his fingers, he brings them to his mouth and holds my gaze while he sucks my juices off. “Better?”
I nod, my face heating all over again. As I sit upright, I’m still trembling, but at least my desperation has eased. “I’m so embarrassed,” I tell him.
“Why, Baby? Lots of people get turned on when they watch a scene. It’s titillating.”
“But they don’t orgasm while standing in the middle of the club, Daddy!”
“You don’t know that. Just because your orgasms are powerful and render you helpless to hold yourself upright doesn’t mean everyone is like that. Some people can easily come without anyone around them knowing.”
“They can?”
“Yes, sweet girl. I promise.”
“I would have been loud if I had let myself orgasm while I watched your scene.”
“Yeah, you’re not quiet when you find your release,” he teases. “It’s probably not a great idea for you to stay as long or let yourself get that deeply aroused. And why were you alone?” He narrows his gaze at me. “If you tell me you snuck out on your own after I told you not to, I’ll make you write sentences all night and clear into tomorrow until your fingers hurt.”
I stiffen. “I wasn’t alone, Daddy. I was with Lucy and Roman. But then Roman had to go deal with a problem, and I was still with Lucy. I was so embarrassed and didn’t want to tell her why, so when she wasn’t looking, I took off.”
Daddy smirks. “Sneaky Little girl.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
