Page 27 of The Music in Me

“I told you already. It’s about control.” He kept his eyes on the road as he drove. “It’s about knowing I could tell you to lean across this console and make me come with your mouth or tell you to pull your pants down right now and touch yourself until you come, and you’ll do it without asking questions. Simply because I want you to now, and making me happy makes you happy. That’s what this is about, Kira. Making you happy.”

“I want to make you happy,” I said breathlessly.

He glanced at me, and I could see his eyes widen. “Are you wet, Kira?”

“A little.”

“Kira?”

“More than a little,” I confessed, blushing and looking down at my lap. “I’m sorry…”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said gruffly. I could hear him breathing hard and see him clenching the wheel so hard his knuckles were white. I didn’t need to look down to know he was hard, or be a mind reader to know he wanted to fuck me.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?” I asked, using the word I knew would push him over the edge.

It did, and without looking at me, he gave me an answer. "No, Kira. What I want you to do is pull down those shorts and tell me how wet that pussy is.”

I didn’t bother looking out the window. Only a few cars were on the road, and it was almost impossible for anyone to see what I was doing. Even if they could, I didn’t care. Leon had given me orders, and now all I could think about was making him happy. I pulled my pants down to my knees and spread my legs as wide as they could go.

“How wet are you, Kira?” he asked in a voice that brimmed with lust.

“Really wet, Daddy,” I said.

“Are you touching yourself, Kira?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you didn’t tell me to.”

“That’s my girl. Now, play with that pussy for me, Kira. Rub that clit but don’t come until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied as I touched myself.

His voice was all the mental stimulation I needed, the look in his eyes driving my arousal as much as the hands that stroked my clit. My fingers slid through the folds of my sex, spreading them wide as the scent of my arousal filled the car.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice so deep it made my womb spasm.

“Really good, Daddy,” I said, my lips undulating in small circles as I pushed my finger inside my pussy.

“Don’t forget your breasts, baby,” he instructed. “Play with your nipples for me, Kira. Let me see how hard they are.”

I shoved my shirt up and pulled my bra up to run my hands over my breasts, relishing the sensations of pleasure that flushed across my body. Cars zoomed past us, but I was closed off to the world. All my senses focused on my body and the voice next to me. I followed his instructions to the letter, growing wetter as I rubbed my clit and fingered myself. My breasts were full and sensitive to the touch, and I gasped when he told me to pinch my nipples.

“Three fingers,” he ordered, and I raised my hips as I felt the walls of my sex expanding.

My legs were spread as wide as I could get them, and I had slid so low in my seat that my ass hung over the edge. I was panting and moaning, breasts rising and falling as I stroked and touched myself.

“Faster,” he urged. “Think of my cock in that pussy, baby, fucking you and filling you up. Remember how good it felt when I had you under me?”

“Oh God!” I moaned, my cries growing louder as my body pulsed to the rhythm of my touch and the sound of his voice. I was wet and dripping down my thighs, body thrashing as I twisted in my seat. “I’m going to come,” I warned as my clit throbbed and my body grew hot.

“Not yet,” he said, reaching across the console and pushing my hand aside to slide his fingers inside me.

I grabbed the headrest of my seat and cried out as he began to play with my pussy. His touch, his voice, the forbidden nature of what we were doing… It was all too much, and my excitement jumped up several levels as I grabbed his wrist and held him there, moving my hips against me.

“Now?” I asked, moaning as my climax beat against my senses, begging to be released.

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