Chapter 10
Keri
I hated myself for even coming here. What did I think I could accomplish with him? Why did I keep winding up at his front door again and again when he made me this mad every single fucking time?
I tore out that door and didn’t look back as I headed straight to my car.
I unlocked the door and slid into the driver’s seat, practically snarling with rage.
I grabbed the wheel firmly with my fingers and squeezed it tight, hoping it would release some tension even though it did absolutely nothing at all.
I screamed with frustration at myself and pounded the dashboard with the heels of my palms. None of it did anything to make me feel better.
This was all his fault.
Fuck.
I wasn’t really mad at him and no matter how much I tried to be, I couldn’t. The truth was that I was furious at myself and I knew why.
Beneath my skirt, my panties were soaked.
My body adored his firm control even when everything in my head fought against him.
Even now, my nipples were firmly pebbled beneath my bra and my core was swirling with arousal that refused to be tamed even though I wasn’t in the same room with him anymore.
When I closed my eyes, I still saw him. When I breathed the chilly night air, I could still sense his decadently seductive cologne.
I could still hear his voice surrounding me, gentle but firm.
His touch on my skin. The memory of the taste of him on my tongue.
I hated that he could see right through me.
I hated that he knew that I didn’t really need his help.
I hated that he’d probably figured out just how much I’d thought about him since that first time I’d shown up on his doorstep.
I hated that it made my pussy wet when I thought about him spanking me over his knee, and then with his belt, and then fucking me hard with his massive cock.
I hated that I wanted all that and more.
I hated that he’d called me little girl.
His little girl.
I hated that I wanted to call him Daddy too.
I screamed and slapped my hands against the steering wheel. Once then twice and still that didn’t seem to settle my raging emotions.
I couldn’t focus and my anger imploded when I realized what I needed the most.
I needed to come.
Fuck me. My thighs were shaking and as my fingers gripped the wheel, my hips rolled forward, and I couldn’t make them stop. I screamed. I almost wanted to cry.
I couldn’t stay in his driveway. I had to get out of there.
I shoved the key in the ignition, pressing my foot on the pedal before the engine even had time to rumble to life.
In my hasty retreat, my tires squealed loudly in the surrounding silence.
When I left his driveway, I hiked my skirt up high enough so that I could reach beneath it.
Swiftly, I pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger against my clit.
I was so wet that I instantly cried out with unexpected pleasure.
I tried to think about anything other than him as I touched myself, but my thoughts always came back to Daddy, of everything he’d promised and more.
Daddy’s little girl.
My moans grew louder.
Daddy’s belt.
My movements turned more frantic. I was getting so close.
Daddy’s cock.
My fingers swirled in the rampant wetness between my thighs. I cried out through my aroused fury, feeling my legs start to tingle with the promise of bliss.
That’s it, little girl. Come hard for Daddy.
I edged myself again and again, not wanting to think about him but thinking about him anyway and my arousal only seemed to grow even more intense because of it.
I keened loudly and just when my orgasm was imminent, my leg tensed, and my foot pressed too hard on the gas.
My car sped off down the street and before I had the forethought to correct its path, it swerved to the right and hit a parked car on the side of the street.
I hit it hard.
My front bumper squealed loudly and the sound of metal crashing into steel screamed all around me.
Time seemed to slow as the back of my car lurched to the left and when my vehicle finally came to stop, my head felt like it was spinning.
In the silence of the night, the crash was deafening and then lights started turning on in the houses not far away.
Fuck.
This was bad and it only got worse after that.
The brake lights of the car I’d hit flashed once before I was blinded with even brighter red and blue beams that practically lit up the whole neighborhood.
I’d hit a fucking parked cop car. While I was playing with myself thinking about Daddy.
I wanted to cry. I was screwed, especially if anyone had seen what I was doing before I crashed.
This wasn’t the kind of problem that I could make go away.
I couldn’t just sweep it under the table by paying for the repairs.
There would be no keeping this secret, especially not when I worked for the government and it would certainly ruin my chances to rise any further up the chain of command.
Not when the car I’d managed to hit belonged to a cop. I shouldn’t have been so stupid.
Leaning forward, I choked back my fear, anger, and arousal and swallowed it all as the car door opened in front of me and the officer stepped out of the car.
I was so fucked.
Would I go to jail? Would he just give me a ticket? Would I lose my license for driving recklessly through one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the country?
I reached for the button on my door and rolled down my window.
I was thankful for the darkness until he was standing next to my car with his flashlight in his hands, putting a spotlight on my shame for all to see.
I placed my hands on my thighs and finally remembered myself.
Quickly, I straightened my skirt and I hoped he hadn’t noticed that it was wrinkled from what I had been doing before I’d crashed into him.
“Good evening, ma’am,” he began.
“Good evening, Officer,” I mumbled. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I was too ashamed of myself to look at anything but the lights on my dashboard.
“License, registration, and proof of insurance, please,” he demanded. He was rather annoyed, and I didn’t say a word in hopes of not making him even irritated than he already was.
I dug into my glovebox and pulled out my registration and proof of insurance.
Quietly, I jerked my license out of my purse, and gathered it all before handing him what he wanted.
He reached out and took it, giving it a cursory glance before he put that horrid flashlight right back in my face.
I tried not to squint, but it hurt my eyes and I ended up turning back toward the wheel instead.
“How many cocktails have we had tonight?” he asked.
“None,” I answered.
“Any illicit drugs? A line of heroin or maybe some uppers?” he questioned further.
“No. I haven’t had anything,” I replied quietly.
I was so impossibly embarrassed.
“Do you know what the speed limit in this neighborhood is?”
“I don’t have any idea. I’m sorry,” I answered. I couldn’t find a reasonable place to put my hands and I finally settled on gripping the wheel.
“It’s twenty-five. You were going quite a bit faster than that, weren’t you?” he pressed.
“I’m not sure, Officer,” I replied meekly.
“I’d have to guess that you were at least ten, maybe twenty miles over the speed limit, if not even more to lose control and hit a parked car on the side of the road,” he scolded, and I chewed my lip.
I had no idea how fast I was going, to be honest. I’d been too distracted by the feeling of my fingers working my clit beneath my skirt.
Nothing else had mattered except my orgasm and getting as far away from Daddy as I could.
I wasn’t about to tell the cop that though. Not in a million years.
“I’m sorry. I was in a rush and I wasn’t paying attention,” I tried to explain. “I must have veered too far to the right and clipped you,” I continued, trying my best to think of a way to explain what happened and utterly failing.
His eyes glanced down to my skirt and back up at me. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything about my mussed appearance, and I was grateful for that.
“I’m going to have to write you a ticket for speeding and reckless driving.
I’ll be nice and clock you in at just ten over the speed limit.
You’re not going to be able to drive home.
Your front axle is broken, and you hit me hard enough to dent your frame.
Plus, I think the tire on the passenger side is losing air, so I’m going to have it towed to the nearest garage.
Stay put. I’ll be right back,” he said. He watched me carefully before he returned to his car.
He was busy for nearly ten minutes before he came back. He had two tickets that he handed to me and I thanked him as I tucked them into my purse. I didn’t look at the ticket cost or the date I’d probably have to appear in court or whatever other punishment he had deemed that I’d earned.
“Step out of the car, miss,” he instructed.
There wasn’t any other option, so I turned the car off and removed the keys from the ignition. He opened the car door and I stepped out on shaky legs.
“Do you have somewhere to go or someone that you can call to come pick you up?” he asked, and I nodded.
I knew where I had to go. Even with my connections, I wouldn’t be able to make something like this go away. There was only one person who could.
“Yes. I’m just down the road from Jaxon Blackwood.
I’ll just walk,” I murmured, and his eyes widened for a second before he recovered, but I’d seen it anyway.
He didn’t say anything as another cop car drove up and two tow trucks followed it, giving him a distraction to focus on instead of the name that had come out of my mouth.