clit in his fingers, her fast-rising orgasm a product of his whim.
His thumb sank up inside her, sending her pussy into fluttering spasms so intense that she almost came.
“Not yet,” he said, wrapping her hair around his other hand to tighten his grip.
“What?” she gasped, so consumed by the feelings he was evoking, it was impossible to process what he was saying. Did he just tell her not to come? As if she had any control over that!
He pulled on her hair, yanking her head up off the seat and forcing her back to bow as he pushed her down on the seat. His hips were solid against her ass, the bulge at the fly of his jeans pressing hard right where she ached to feel him the most. Under her belly, his fingers were pure magic, stroking every string of her as if she were the finest violin. The reverberating hum trembled every inch of her.
“I said,” he growled, sending shivers racing to her pussy. “Don’t. Come.”
Her entire sexual life, from the moment foreplay was initiated, she’d spent racing to achieve orgasm, and now he was telling her not to?
She could have cried, and he wasn’t making it easy to obey. He gave her no wiggle room. No escape. No mercy.
His fingers had her aching clit laid bare, heightening the stimulation until she could barely breathe and could not hold still, no matter how hard he ground his hips into her ass. She was dancing on the razor’s edge of pleasure, so cutting it could have killed her when he suddenly snatched his hand away.
She almost shouted, her body shaking with the riot of an orgasm so abruptly denied. Only belatedly did she remember where she was.
Just as abruptly as he’d stopped touching her, he backed from her, putting at least four feet of distance between them. “Roll over.”
His voice was deeper than usual. Huskier than usual. Tinged with lust, it made her muscles clench and her nipples swell. Her heart was beating in the needy tips. Her breasts felt so heavy, so confined and neglected, safely tucked as they were in her bra and hidden within her blouse.
Trembling, she eased off the truck seat and turned to face him.
“Sit on the seat,” he ordered. “Be careful not to let your skirt fall.”
Grabbing the oh-shit handle just above the open passenger door, she eased herself up on the seat. The leather of it was cool under her bare ass.
“Spread your legs.” In this light, the lines and contours of his face were mostly in shadow, making it hard to see him. But there was no hiding the hunger in his voice when he said, “If you want to come, you’re going to have to do it yourself. Right now. Where I can see it.”
Her heart skipped even as her stomach plummeted, and her pussy tensed. The throb inside her grew hotter, but so did the fire burning in her face.
“What?”
“Touch yourself,” he said bluntly. “Or go without. From now on, I own your pussy, your clitty, and your orgasms. Come for me, baby girl. I want to watch you do it, especially since you won’t be allowed another until I’m ready to allow it. Perhaps not until I see you again in three weeks.”
Her jaw dropped, and yet her wayward body throbbed. She couldn’t masturbate in front of him. There was just no way! It was such a private... dirty... forbidden thing, and he wanted to watch while she...
Her hand shook. So did her thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he coaxed.
She would never survive the embarrassment.
She was so keyed, she would not survive what he’d already done to her if she didn’t come. Not just tonight, but for the next three weeks?
As if he’d even know if she took things in hand while he wasn’t there.
She would, though. Deep inside her, she knew she wouldn’t. No matter how horny she was. She’d meant it when she said she wouldn’t lie to him again, and to do that after Daddy told her no, she didn’t want to. It didn’t feel right, but this... Her fingers twitched as she hesitantly brought her right hand to the apex of her thighs. She covered her mons, the embarrassment of this flaming hot in her cheeks even as liquid lust tickled through her folds.
“I’m going to make a mess on your seat.”
“I don’t care. Spread your kitty for me, baby. I want to see what’s mine.”
She shivered, every nuance of that word singing through her veins.