Chapter 7
Keri
I walked out of that door with my head held high, but I could feel my heart wilting in my chest. With every step, I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. My heels clicked against the pavement, echoing in the silence as I felt his eyes on my back as I walked out his front door.
I heard the door close behind me and it almost felt like a bullet in my back.
I jumped a little in shock and I felt myself crumble a little bit more as I approached my car and climbed inside.
With a rattled breath, I pressed my forehead to the steering wheel and tried to quell the raging desire in the pit of my belly.
As I sat down in the driver’s seat, I whimpered quietly as my bottom pressed against the firm cushion, still incredibly sore from his palm.
I wanted to cry, not because my bottom was sore, but because I already regretted walking away.
He hadn’t stopped spanking me even when I’d wanted him to.
My pussy tightened with need and my nipples pebbled hard inside my lacy white bra. I was exceedingly aware of my bareness underneath my skirt and even when I pressed my thighs together, I couldn’t help but rub them against one another.
There was a jittery sensation percolating just beneath my skin, burning so hot that I wondered if I would boil from the inside out.
I could still taste his cum on my tongue and even though I wanted to hate it, I couldn’t bring myself to.
My anger and pride began to fade away and the only thing left was overwhelming need that demanded an answer even though I didn’t want to give it one.
The car felt too small. His house was too close. If I didn’t leave now, I knew that I would walk right back through that door and do exactly what he asked. I knew it because I was weak.
I’d beg him to come as I rode Daddy’s cock.
Incredibly frustrated and unfathomably aroused, I dug into my purse for my keys.
Once my fingers closed around them, I tossed my purse onto the passenger’s seat.
My fingers fumbled as I tried to put the keys into the ignition, but after several attempts the engine finally purred to life.
I gulped in one lungful of air after the next, hoping that it would cool me down, but it did nothing.
If anything, my arousal simmered even hotter.
I popped my car into drive and peeled out of the driveway. My tires squealed against the pavement in my haste, but it didn’t slow me down. It was dark and the streets were mostly abandoned.
My clit throbbed hard.
While keeping one hand on the wheel, I used the other to lightly caress my left knee.
Without any panties on, I knew I’d be leaving a wet spot on my gray skirt.
I could practically feel my pussy dripping all over the fabric.
It would probably be visible when I got out of the car.
If anyone walking by saw me when I walked through my apartment building, they would know what it was.
I wouldn’t be able to hide it, no matter what I did with my purse or even my hands.
Carefully, I pulled my skirt up. In an effort to preserve my future modesty, I hiked my skirt up to my waist. No one would look twice at a wrinkled skirt, but they would certainly notice a wet one.
I hummed anxiously once I felt how very exposed I was like this and if anything, it only made me even more needy.
My punished backside pressed against the warm leather, reigniting the sting from his palm and subsequently, my own need that I had tried to bury deep inside.
I shouldn’t have walked away. I should have begged Daddy to make me come.
My fingers slid up my thigh and when I grazed against my own wetness, I gasped in shock. I’d never been this wet in my life. Not even when I had been at my most aroused was I this wet. Not even after I’d make myself come with my little bullet vibrator.
Never.
This was his fault.
I turned onto a busier road, but that didn’t stop my fingers from dragging up and down my inner thighs, exploring myself until at long last, I slid a single digit in between my folds.
Holy fuck.
I used the pad of two fingers to gather my wetness before I slipped them over my clit. At first, I was hesitant, but the more my body hummed with passionate desire, the more I found that I couldn’t ignore it.
It was hard to focus on anything other than the image of my naked body over his knee, of his fingers dipping between my thighs, of his eyes on my body, and of his cock.
For a second, my eyes rolled back in my head and when my car jerked just a bit to the right, I caught myself. I gripped the steering wheel even tighter with my right hand, but my left one never stopped teasing my clit.
I needed to come. I couldn’t wait until I was safe and at home in my bed. I needed to come, and I needed to come now.
I signaled and moved into the right lane.
Most of the cars around me were in a rush to get home and I just wanted them to go around me.
Anxiously, I glanced in each one of my mirrors, trying to make sure that no one was close enough to see me with my hand between my thighs.
It felt as though my seat was low enough, but it still made me nervous all the same.
My car slowed just the slightest bit. I wished that I was on the highway and that I could use cruise control, but my navigation wasn’t taking me that route and I knew I’d get lost if I didn’t listen to it.
My fingers worked between my thighs even faster. My inner walls clutched desperately at empty air and I imagined Daddy’s cock in between my thighs instead. The more I touched myself, the closer I drew to orgasm. I moaned, edging straight toward the bliss I needed so badly.
A car horn blasted, and bright red lights flashed right in front of me. I slammed on the brakes and watched as one car careened around another. One of them had run the red light and almost t-boned another right in front of me.
My heart hammered out of my chest.
If I hadn’t stopped, I would have crashed right into the bumper of the car in front of me. I blinked and as I licked my lips, I looked at how close I’d come. If there were more than three inches between my front bumper and the back of theirs, I’d be surprised.
Even though the light was green, the car didn’t move and when it turned yellow and then red just moments after, it didn’t go anywhere.
My clit pulsed.
My eyes flicked from the red light to all around me. There was no one else around. No one to the side or even behind me.
My fingers worked faster and the orgasm that had been so close before returned with a fervor like I’d never felt before. I pressed harder, circled my fingers a bit more wildly and I arched back in my seat. I quickly slammed my car into park, and I moaned loudly.
No one could hear me. No one was watching. No one would know I was making myself come while fantasizing about riding Daddy’s cock.
My tongue edged along my lips, savoring the salty aftertaste of his seed and my entire body began to convulse as my orgasm crashed over me.
I’m coming for you, Daddy.
My core collapsed in on itself, raw sensation hurtling over every last inch of my body.
My toes curled and I arched away from the driver’s seat as one surge of pleasure after the next rattled me from within.
I screamed and pressed even more firmly against my clit, forcing my pleasure even higher as I fantasized about him and only him.
No one heard me scream his name as I had one of the hardest orgasms of my life.
No one knew how hard my nipples tightened for him as I played with myself with my bottom still burning bright red from his cruel palm.
No one knew how very hard my pussy clenched or how hard my thighs shook as I played with myself.
No one would ever know how hard I came for him. Not ever.
Especially not Daddy.
* * *
By the time I finally made it home, I was a shaky mess.
I decided not to use the complimentary valet and instead drove into the garage myself because I didn’t want to talk to anyone, let alone look at them.
The evidence of my orgasm was still sticky on my thighs and when I pulled into my space in the parking garage, I dug into my dashboard and found a package of tissues.
Hastily, I grabbed one and tried to wipe away the wetness from my thighs.
I finally felt clean after using three of them.
With a heavy breath, I tugged my skirt back down over my thighs and cried out softly as it scraped over my bare bottom. I lifted my head and pressed the back of it against the seat.
For several long moments, I simply drew in one lungful of air after the next. There was a buzzing numbness spreading across my limbs. It almost felt like a warm embrace after everything I’d been through tonight.
When I’d finally gathered myself enough, I opened the door and stood up.
Thankfully, the garage was still deserted.
I reached back inside the car for my purse and tried to straighten my clothing as much as possible.
I slipped my hand up and down the soft fabric.
I didn’t feel anything and for that I was grateful.
If there had been a wet spot earlier, it had thankfully dried by now.
With a sigh of relief, I pulled my shoulders back and lifted my chin.
I just had to make it to the elevator and down the hallway to my apartment.
It wasn’t that far. I could make it even though my legs felt like jelly and my veins were still pumping with sensation.
With a soft hum of anxiety, I walked away from my car.
The garage was empty. It was late and since it was in the middle of the week, everyone had to get up early for work the next day.
I didn’t. At least not until next Monday.
Would Jaxon even help me after I’d walked away?
Would he leave me to my own devices and force me to figure out my shit all on my own?
I’d denied him a second time. In the eyes of many men, that would be unforgivable.
They’d accuse me of being a tease, of not knowing what I wanted. Did he think of me that way?
I made it to the elevator. I pushed the button to call it and closed my eyes until I heard it slide open.
I wasn’t eighteen anymore. I was twenty-five. I had money in my bank account. I had my own place. I could survive all on my own without a man by my side. I didn’t need him.
Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him then?
I gritted my teeth and walked into the elevator.
I slammed my finger on the button that led to my floor and sulkily leaned against the wall.
It didn’t matter anymore. The likelihood that I would see him again was slim and even if the world crashed down around me, he probably would never allow me to walk through his front door again.
I’d done this. This was my fault. I’d ruined everything.
The elevator slid open and I stumbled out.
Remembering myself, I strutted down the hall as if I owned it, faking confidence with every step until I shoved my key in my door so that I could escape inside into the safety of my apartment.
I practically flew inside and gently closed the door behind me before I crumbled into a heap on the floor.
My back pressed against the door and my arms surrounded my knees.
I hid my face even though no one could see me.
It wasn’t long before I started to cry. One tear slid down my cheek after the next as my own self-made misery tore me open from within. I cried not because I was in physical pain. I cried because I had walked away.
I cried hard because I would allow myself to feel this one time. Once the sun rose, I wouldn’t let myself feel anything for him ever again.