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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.
