Chapter 30
Lillian
I don’t have any idea where I’m going. I just know I need to get away from the crowd. I need to be alone. I need to catch my breath.
I turn down a hallway and keep jogging. I think there are private rooms on both sides of me.
Hopefully, not all of them are occupied, and I can hide in one.
But what if I open a door and find someone in it?
What if someone forgot to lock their door?
That would be more mortifying than I already feel.
I don’t want to interrupt someone’s scene. People reserve these rooms for a reason—privacy. And the absence of light through any particular window doesn’t come close to indicating no one is inside.
Panting, I’m not paying close enough attention, which is why I’m stunned when a pair of arms wraps around me from behind, lifting me off my feet.
A slight squeal of surprise escapes my lips before Bryson’s soft voice fills my ear. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” He peers into one of the rooms, opens the door, and carries me inside.
I struggle against him. “Put me down, Daddy.”
“Not a chance, Baby.” He turns me in his arms as though I weigh nothing, and flattens me against him, pressing my face into his shoulder.
Tears fall down my cheeks. I can’t stop them. I’m so embarrassed. “I’m s-sorry,” I sob.
“What are you sorry for, Lils?” he asks, his voice so very calm.
“I in-interrupted your s-scene. I didn’t m-mean to.” I draw in oxygen, but it’s not enough. I’m dangling in his arms, my feet far off the floor, but I cover my face with both hands.
“You didn’t interrupt, Baby. I promise. When I was done, another Dom came and got me. I turned around in time to see you fleeing.”
I peek at Daddy between two fingers. He better not be lying. I can’t catch my breath. “You should go back,” I whisper. “Leave me.”
“Never.” He carries me across the room and lowers himself to sitting. I think we’re on a loveseat. He settles me sideways on his lap, his arms tight around me. “Shh. I’ve got you. Talk to me, Baby.”
I shake my head, squeeze my thighs together, and press my elbows against my breasts. I can’t tell Bryson what happened. I’m too embarrassed.
Daddy sets his forehead against my temple. “I need you to talk to me, Lils.”
“You should go back,” I repeat.
“Not going to happen. I’m here now. I don’t know how much of the scene you watched. Did it scare you when I used the cane, Baby girl?”
I shake my head. Probably I should tell him yes, that I was scared. The lie would be better than admitting the truth.
He rubs my back. “You’re scaring me, Baby. Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?”
I tip my head down farther and lean against his chest so he can’t see my face. My hand comes to the locket he gave me. I finger it, letting my thumb drag over the inscription over and over. It calms me every time I touch it. The words ring in my ears even when I can’t see them. Eyes on Daddy…
I’m certainly not looking at him now, and that’s naughty. But I can’t. I’m too confused and mortified to face him.
“You’re my world, Lillian. I can’t fix whatever is bothering you until you tell me.
I assume you were horrified from watching me, and if that’s the case, we’ll work it out.
If you don’t want me to dominate anyone ever again, I won’t.
I don’t need anything as much as I need you.
You’re the most important person in my life; you always will be.
Forever. Nothing else matters as much as you.
I came into this evening thinking we could reach a balance, that I could do my thing while you did yours, but if it freaks you out even knowing I’m scening with other people, it’s over. Done.”
I jerk my head up. “No, Daddy.”
He frowns, rightfully confused. “Lillian…”
I cover my eyes again. “Daddy, you don’t have to stop.”
His hand on my back is so reassuring.
My breathing picks up again as I realize I have to tell him what happened. It’s not like I can keep this from him forever. I may be confused and embarrassed, but he’s not going to let this go, so I can’t either.
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.”
He pulls me tighter against his chest. “You’re forgiven, Baby. You couldn’t have known that would happen.”
“It was just…”
He leans me back.
I swallow, wanting to explain better. “It was so mesmerizing, watching you with those floggers. Like an art. Probably everyone watching was turned on, but it was stronger for me because you’re my Daddy.
And you’re so kind. My panties got wet every time you checked in with that woman.
I was like, uh, proud, I guess. Proud that you’re mine. And then you picked up that stick…”
He chuckles. “A cane.”
“Yeah, the cane. When it struck her bottom, and that line formed, I thought I would collapse. I knew I had to get out of there before I…before…” I can’t say the words.
Daddy strokes my back. “My girl is so very sensitive to stimuli. Such a little voyeur.”
My face heats all over again.
“It’s not a bad thing, Lils. It’s just something we need to always be aware of. If you feel yourself getting aroused like that, you’ll have to learn to manage it. If you’re with me, you need to tell me immediately. We’ll come up with other options for when you’re alone.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt your scene. I mean, I knew I couldn’t.”
“That’s right. You need someone else you can rely on when I’m in the middle of a scene. Are you sure you didn’t mind watching me? Or even the thought of me dominating other people?”
I shake my head, my pigtails flying. “No, Daddy. I didn’t mind at all. Next time, I’ll stay in the nursery. I’ll probably have to keep my legs clamped together just imagining what you’re doing, but if I watch…”
He smiles. “I love you, Lillian. So much. Always communicate with me, Baby. Don’t hold in your thoughts or concerns, even if you’re embarrassed. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now, my cock needs attention. How about if you take those panties off and ride me?”
As soon as he sets me on my feet, I scramble to do as I’m told.
He opens his dark jeans to release his erection. “Give Daddy the panties, naughty girl.”
Without hesitation, I hand them to him and bite my lip as he tucks them into his pocket. I wonder if he’s going to keep them and make me leave here without any panties on.
“Take off your shoes, Lillian.”
I’m wearing white flats, and I quickly step out of them.
“Good girl.” He reaches for me. No, he reaches for the hem of my dress, and seconds later, he whips it over my head, leaving me wearing nothing but frilly socks.
I glance toward the door.
“Eyes on Daddy,” he commands.
I reach up to finger my necklace.
He sets his hands on my hips. “What if someone walks into this room while you’re bouncing on Daddy’s cock?”
My breath hitches. “I…”
“Be honest, sweet girl. If that door opens, and someone sees my naked Little girl riding me, what will happen?”
“I’ll come really hard,” I murmur.
“Should you be worried about the door, then, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.”
“There’s a thrill in knowing someone might see you naked, isn’t there?”
I blush. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Having an orgasm that might cause you to scream or collapse in the middle of the club would be pretty mortifying, but getting caught fucking in a private room is the kind of embarrassing that makes your pussy wet.”
I slowly nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I admit. I’ve never thought of that before, but he’s right. My arousal is running down my inner thighs.
Daddy lifts me by the hips. “Spread your feet, sweet girl. You’re going to use your legs to fuck Daddy. I want you to do all the work. I don’t care how many times you come. You’ll keep riding my cock until I get my release deep inside you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder as he lowers me onto his dick, impaling me.
“I’m not going to help. In fact, I’m going to sit very still and try to last as long as I can. Let’s see how many orgasms my girl can have while her fucking hot tits bounce in front of her Daddy’s face.”
A shiver races down my spine. The combination of his crude words, his hot body, and the threat of possibly being caught drives my need higher than ever. Two orgasms weren’t enough to sate me. I needed him inside me, and now he’s where he belongs.
I grab his shoulders and use my heels to lift a few inches, moaning when I drop back down.
I even grind my clit against the base of his cock.
I probably shouldn’t do that. I certainly don’t need any help reaching my peak.
It would be better if I stuck to driving him closer to orgasm by clenching my vaginal walls and letting my breasts sway in front of him.
I can’t help myself, though. After only a few passes, I rock forward and let my third orgasm take over my body. It leaves me panting and trembling, but it’s powerful knowing I’m in control of his release.
After I come, I bounce faster, enjoying myself. I’ve never been on top before. I like it. He probably won’t let me do this very often, but I’m going to enjoy every moment.
I’m moaning, all my focus on the friction and how deep I can get him, so I’m not paying close attention to how close he is to his release until he suddenly grabs my hips and holds me down.
Daddy lets out a long, deep groan as he pumps his seed into me. I can feel his cock pulsing.
For a long time, we stay still, breathing heavily as we come down from our high.
Daddy smiles at me eventually. “My girl is not getting her panties back.”
I nod. I figured that would happen.
“It’s up to you how much come runs down your legs. You may use your fingers to gather it and eat as much as you want. The rest stays dribbling down your thighs.” He lifts a brow at his declaration.
Shuddering, I murmur, “Yes, Sir.”
He lifts me off his cock, stands, and lays me on my back on the loveseat. “Legs wide, naughty girl.”
I’m trembling as I obey.
“You have one minute to eat as much come as you can, then I’m going to put your dress back on and escort you back to the daycare.”
Without asking anything, I reach between my legs and coat my fingers with his essence.
I love the taste of him. It reminds me that he’s the Dominant and I’m the submissive.
The way he looks at me while I suck his seed from my fingers over and over is heady.
He even leans over, planting one hand on the back of the loveseat.
“Time’s up.”
I lick the last of his stickiness off and lower my hand.
“Good girl.” He pulls me to standing. “Arms up.”
I’m shaking as my dress is lowered down my body. It’s short, of course, and barely covers my naked bottom.
Daddy tucks his cock back into his pants and fastens himself. “I don’t think my girl minds that someone might see her pussy.”
My cheeks turn red again.
Daddy cups my face. “What if someone sees your pretty pussy, Lillian?”
“I’ll get horny again.”
He smiles.
“Are you going to do another scene?”
“No, Baby. That was my last one tonight. I’m going to go to the daycare with you and watch you play.”
“We could just go home,” I suggest.
That brow lifts again. “Did I suggest that as an option?”
“No, Sir.”
He lifts the charm on my necklace. “Eyes on Daddy,” he says.
I hold his gaze, losing myself in him. I’m so damn lucky.
And I’m so glad I had the guts to leave my parents’ home in Chicago and find my own way in this world.
I belong with Bryson. We don’t have every single detail figured out yet.
It will take us a while to understand all my kinky needs and manage them, but we’ll do it together.
Daddy will never get exasperated with me.
He spoils me. He loves me. It’s in his eyes, and I know because my eyes are on him.