Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,46

It didn’t kill the embarrassment, it heightened it. And yet, her stomach flinched at the accidental caress of her fingers over her desperate clit as she parted her own folds, exposing herself to him in the most intimate way anyone ever could.

She’d thought spreading her bottom cheeks had been mortifying. That was nothing compared to this.

“Do you want to come?” he coaxed.

God, yes. Her thighs were shaking, both from the effort of holding her legs up and open like this and from the desperate ache of being this close to coming and yet not allowed to get any closer. Not without embarrassing herself in front of him.

“Your hand is my hand now. Show me how you want Daddy to fuck you.”

She mewled, half panting, half crying. Ducking her head, she closed her eyes, but he stopped her.

“No. Look at me while you do it.”

At least with her eyes closed, she could have hidden. She could have pretended.

Her nerve gave out. Laughing to cover her embarrassment, she tried to sit up. “I can’t. This is so weird.”

Stepping back in toward her, he took her hand and put it right back where it was. Only this time, her fingers weren’t just near her own clit. They were a hair’s breadth within caressing it. The shadow of his eyes gazing into hers, he moved her hand, and her whole body stiffened, erupting in thrills of desire as her fingertips made contact.

“Daddy wants to touch you.”

He centered her hand, and her shaky breath caught as she found herself with two fingers directly on her pulsating clit.

“There may be times while we’re apart that Daddy will want to take you. This is how we’re going to do it until such a time as we’re ready to move our relationship to a sexual level, and that won’t be until you’re down here full time.” He tipped his head, and she locked her gaze on his lips, already able to taste his next kiss. “Stroke,” he whispered.

Helpless to disobey, humiliation aside, she caressed along the seam of her pussy, the deep spasms leaving her shaking as she ended on her clit. “Again,” he commanded.

Her back arched, her shaky breath catching, her fingers no longer her own but helpless to do anything but exactly what he demanded of her. She knew exactly how she liked to be touched, and she burned in the fire of lust and humiliation as she showed him.

The door to the restaurant opened, and panic at getting caught like this sparked in her. She snatched her hand out from between her legs, snapping her thighs shut, and jerked upright. She might even have got out of the truck altogether, except Daddy stepped in smooth as silk and caught her around the throat, the heat of his hand applying only enough pressure to still both her and the panic beating at her insides.

“Don’t look at them,” he told her. “You look at me. Get back in position. Spread your legs. Pet your pretty kitty for me, baby, or I’m going to turn you over on this seat, and we’ll see how quiet you can be while Daddy punishment fucks your little asshole.”

Her thighs twitched to obey, but the rest of her was frozen. What was wrong with her that his threat of punishment actually titillated?

“Lie back,” he said again.

In timid starts and stops, she forced herself back into position, actually feeling regret when she pulled back far enough that his warm hand lost contact with her neck. Every inch of her was intensely aware of the other people not in the parking lot with them. She could hear them laughing and talking as they walked to their car, and she drew her legs up to her chest, spreading them as widely as the back of the truck seat and dashboard would allow. Her pussy thrilled at the returning touch of her fingers, and the intensity of her pleasure became even stronger. It was as if they’d never been interrupted, and she’d never stopped. Her back arched, her ass grinding down on the seat as her fingers circled and circled and circled the swollen, throbbing, demanding bud that ached for harder. Faster. For Daddy’s touch instead of her own.

She bit her lip to keep from moaning.

Twin car doors opened, one slightly after the other.

“Is that all you want Daddy to do?” Kace asked her. “You want him just to lick and stroke your clitty, or do you want to feel him stroking up inside you?”

Her heart