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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.
