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Chapter Eight

Riley

Sitting with my bottom half completely bare against the squad car is exhilarating. I don’t really know what to do with myself. Noah told me to do what he did in his office earlier, but I was too focused on the way everything felt than the specifics of his movements.

Still, I want to try. He gave me an instruction, and I’m going to follow it to the best of my ability. And, if I feel like I’m not doing it correctly, I can always ask him for instructions.

I get the idea that my daddy likes that he gets to teach me how to feel good.

With unsure movements, I slide my free hand up my inner thigh, gripping onto Noah’s right hand with my left. My own teasing touch feels good, but it’s nothing compared to the way his hands felt. His palms are so much bigger than mine, and he seemed to know the right places to touch to titillate me even further.

“You can play with that tight little pussy when you’re ready,” he says, rubbing his thumb encouragingly over the back of my hand. “Don’t put your fingers in right away. Just touch the outside.”

“Yes, daddy,” I say, relieved that he’s giving me instructions. Not only do I need his guidance so I can makemyself feel good, but also his voice makes me tingly between my legs, I’m pretty sure that’s helping me along, too.

Now that I’ve been told what to do, I spread my legs a little wider and bring my hand up to my center. With a singular fingertip, I tease my folds. And, though this is still decidedly different from when Noah touched me, it still feels so good that I can’t stop myself from whimpering.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his voice dipping down low with lust. “Let daddy hear you. Keep teasing yourself like that. Make sure you’re good and wet before you put your fingers inside.”

I nod, gasping as I apply a little more pressure. Even though I wonder why I’ve never done this before, I’m glad it was a discovery I made with him. There’s no way that playing with myself like this would feel nearly as incredible if Noah wasn’t sitting next to me, squeezing my hand and encouraging each one of my movements.

With each passing minute, I gain more and more confidence. My touches become bolder, my moans and whimpers and gasps louder. My fingers get closer and closer to my opening, teasing it and gathering the wetness to make my fingers slide along it even more smoothly.

On a whim, I try touching myself higher, looking for the place that Noah found. It’s my clit, I know that from the websites I’ve visited and the romance books I’ve read. Before tonight, I thought that everyone was exaggerating the pleasure you could feel by stimulating the little bundle of nerves. Now, I know that they were understating it.

It takes me a few seconds to find it, and at first I wonder if it only feels that way when someone else touches it. Then, anelectric shock of ecstasy zips through my body. My thighs shake, and a high pitched moan escapes my lips.

“Did you find your clit, baby?” Noah asks, his voice strained and husky.

“Ye– yes,” I choke out, breathing heavily.

“Keep touching it for me,” he says, his grip on my hand getting tighter. “And keep making those sounds. Fuck, baby.”

I do as I’m told, even though the stimulation is overwhelming. Noises come out of me, unbidden. It feels like I don’t have any control over myself, but I find that I like it. With my daddy right next to me, holding my hand and cursing under his breath, I’ll be okay. He makes everything okay.

“I’m never letting you out of my goddamn sight again,” he growls, an intensity in his voice I’ve never heard before. “I won’t let a thing happen to you, baby. You’re never going to have to worry again. I’ll take care of your every want and need. Just say the word, and I’m at your service.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, wanting to say more, wanting to tell him how much I want that. There’s no way I can get out anything coherent, though.

He seems to understand me anyway. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praises, and when I glance over, I see that he seems to be struggling to keep his eyes on the road. “Keep making yourself feel good for me.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, changing the angle of my wrist so I can slip two fingers into my opening.

My own hand doesn’t feel quite as good as Noah’s. My fingers are slim and small, whereas his are thick and long, fillingme up in a way that satisfies me much more. Still, this feels better than anything else I’ve ever done to myself.

The heavy, coiling sensation from earlier starts to build in my gut. It’s strange to be doing this to myself, especially knowing that I could have been doing this all along. I’d still be thinking about Noah, though. He’s the only person I’ve ever felt this way about. He’s the only one that I’ve ever wanted in my private fantasies.

“That’s my good girl,” he practically growls, hitting the breaks a little too hard at the stop sign. It doesn’t matter, though; if anything, it makes me feel even more sensitive. “Gonna have you do this for me when I can actually watch you.”

“Mm, daddy,” I whine, pumping my fingers in and out of myself faster.

“Fuck,” he curses. “I can’t stand knowing that someone was trying to take you from me. You’re mine. If I were a worse man, I’d keep you locked in my house so no one else could see you ever again.”

Those words, they’re obsessive and possessive. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think that I should be afraid of what he’s saying. I’m not afraid, though. The way he wants me, the depth of his love for me… I feel even closer to the edge. I want him to keep me all to himself. I’d be happy if I didn’t see anyone but him.

Noah’s my whole world. He has been since the very first time I saw him. I’ll happily indulge his obsession. Although, it’s not even indulging him. The feeling is mutual. I want him just as badly as he wants me… maybe even more.

“Wanted you for so long,” I tell him, the words coming out before I can stop them. I’m babbling, I know I am. I don’t care, though. Just like my pleasure is about to burst from me, mywords are doing the same. “I saw you when I was in high school, and since then, you’ve been the only man I’ve thought about.”