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She whined, the sound so needy and pathetic, it seemed to spur him on. A low growl ripped from his chest, his thick fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of her hips as he moved her faster.
“Ride Daddy’s thigh,” he grunted. “Come for me, pretty girl. Make a mess on me.” She squeezed her eyes shut, and his hand came down on her ass, a startled cry leaving her as she snapped her eyes open. “Eyes on me, Abbie. I want you to see who’s making you come.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”
“Come,” he demanded, and she exploded. Her head fell back as she let out a loud scream, her release hitting her hard and fast. He didn’t stop dragging her along his leg, forcing her to ride out her orgasm until she was completely spent.
She collapsed against his chest, breathing hard as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You did so good, pretty girl.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, and she sighed happily, nuzzling deeper against his wide chest.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anytime.” She giggled, shaking her head. Of course, he’d say that. “We still need to talk about punishments. But we can do that tomorrow.”
seventeen
After Jett left last night, she’d tried not to let herself get too sad again. But once he was gone and she wasn’t distracted anymore, everything came back down around her. She’d tried to sleep, but ended up staring at the ceiling most of the night.
Now, she was staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until she could leave work and go home, probably to wallow some more. It wasn’t that she wanted to wallow, it was just that’s all she felt like doing.
Despite that, she’d forced herself to go to school this morning, then come in to work, and she’d even made herself respond to Jett’s messages when all she really wanted to do was hide under her blankets and pretend like she didn’t exist anymore.
But she’d promised him that she’d do it, that she wouldn’t disappear, and she couldn’t break that promise.
She was used to disappointing people, especially her parents, but she didn’t want to disappoint Jett. She wanted him to be proud of her.
She wanted to feel the warmth that settled in her bones when she saw the satisfied look on his face when she made him happy. She never wanted to see the look he’d give her when he was upset with her.
How cold would he be? She was used to ice-cold. She was used to being shut out. But she didn’t want that with him. She wanted to do better for him. She just didn’t know how. Didn’t know how to make herself not spiral into the feelings she so often succumbed to.
Her phone vibrated, and she blinked, realizing she’d zoned out while she stared at the blank cream-colored wall of the museum. No one had been in, so it was a ridiculously slow day.
Sometimes she wished she’d had more to do, but sitting at the front desk waiting to greet people wasn’t an exciting job. She hoped conserving paintings would be a bit more fun.
Yeah, she knew it wouldn’t be. But at least she could work in solitude and not worry about having to put on her customer service face and voice and pretend to be friendly.
Vibration drew her attention again, and she snatched her phone off the desk to read the messages.
Jett:
What are your plans tonight?
Mother:
Call me back.
Chris:
What’s going on? Mom’s freaking out.
Abbie sighed and ran her hand over her face. She was tired of people needing her for stuff. Why couldn’t they all just leave her alone?
She was tired of responsibility, and talking to people, and placating them, and trying to make herself feel better while also making sure they were alright. It was all too much.
But, she texted Chris and Jett back.
Abbie:
No plans. Why?
