“Dmitri,” she hisses, “we are in a parking lot.”
“You need to trust your daddy.”She trusts me.Even though I told her I’m a monster—she still trusts me.I unbutton her jeans and slide my hand down the front of her panties.“Spread your legs a little more, baby.Let me feel you.”
She whimpers, but complies.
“What a good little baby girl.”I kiss her temple and slide my fingers along her pussy folds.“Fuck, you’re soaked for me.Does being a brat to Daddy turn you on?”
All I get in response is a moan.
I pull my hand away.“Answer me, baby.”
“Please…”
“Mm, not good enough.Answer your daddy.Does being a brat turn you on?”
She pushes her hips forward, trying to nudge herself toward my hand.If she were sober, if we were someplace more private, I’d spank her for disobeying.Instead, I settle for punishing her by taking my fingers away.
“Noooo,” she moans.
“I’m waiting for your words, little Leah.”
She shifts her legs back and forth.“I forgot the question.”
“Does being”—I push my hand down to rub her clit once—“a brat”—I rub it again—“turn you on?”
“Yes, yes—being a brat turns me on.I love it when you discipline me, Dmitri.Please…”
“I knew you could use your words.Now for your reward.”I slide my fingers back and forth.
She’s fucking soaked.I’m hard as stone, grinding against her ass, wishing we didn’t have clothes in the way.Leah pushes against me like she has the same wish.Like if we rub hard enough, we’ll vaporize the fabric.
“Daddy, please.”Her breathing is fast, heavy.
“I got you.”I slide two fingers inside of her, rubbing her clit with the heel of my hand.“We’ll take care of those naughty urges right away.Come on my fingers, baby.”
She cries out, then covers her mouth.Her pussy convulses around my fingers, tight pulses that have me swearing under my breath.
I put my free hand on her throat.Not squeezing, just reminding her that I’m here, that I’m the one carrying her through this orgasm in a dark parking lot.
“I got you, I got you,” I repeat, holding her tight through the aftershocks of her release.
After a long, tender moment, she becomes restless.
I take my hand away and fasten her jeans.“You okay?”
She turns in my arms so she’s facing me again.Her smile is slow and sultry.“I’m fucking great.But what about you?Arethingsstill hard for you?”
“Harder than ever.I’m taking you out to dinner like I promised.Then we’ll go back to my place and you can sit on Daddy’s cock.”
* * *
Gage
The week has gone by quickly.I had another therapy appointment.Leah has thrown herself into helping Olivia and her other new friends with last-minute details for the benefit.I half-heartedly attempt to coax her into wearing a deep purple gown to the benefit.I wouldn’t mind watching Dmitri’s reaction when Leah shows upnotwearing the gold gown.Unfortunately, she sees through my ruse.
Perhaps I ought to return to acting classes.
When Leah comes out of her room, my heart stutters in my chest.Yes, I’ve seen her in the gold dress before, at the shop.Before, she was stunning.Now, she steals the breath from my lungs.Her make-up glitters like her dress, and the shy, tender smile that plays on her lips rocks me off-center.
