Page 30 of Auctioned to Dr. Daddy

I’m a safe driver.

I don’t mess around while we’re in the heart of the city.

Seattle is known for a lot of things, but safe drivers aren't one of them. I’ve seen firsthand what it looks like when cars hit each other head-on, slam into buildings, roll over in the street. I know that it can be even more dangerous and deadly than a fight with another person. Flesh and bone will always give easier than steel, after all.

So, my hands stay where they’re supposed to while we’re in the city. But the moment that we’re on the long stretch of road outside of it, leading toward the farm—that’s a whole different story. Last time, there had been a veneer of ‘be polite’ that clung to the car. I hadn’t known what Demi liked, what she wanted.

But this time, I do.

So I drop my hand down, running it over her thigh. She’s wearing scrubs from work still, instead of a dress, but that doesn’t stop me from petting her leg. And it sure doesn’t stop me from shoving my hand between them, cupping Demi through the fabric of her bottoms.

She lets out a heavy breath. “Fuck.”

It’s almost a verbatim call back to the first night that we spent together. A grin crosses my face. I can’t help but try and repeat what I had said to her back then. “I’m hoping that’s on the table.”

It’s a good thing that Demi has the same sense of humor as me, because that has her laughing, even as she shifts and spreads her legs that much further. Her knee thumps lightly against the door. “You know, it just might be.”

“Oh, is that what your light bulb idea had been?” I ask. “Well, don’t let me take the praise for it. That’s all on you, sweetheart.”

She shudders at the nickname. Demi thrives on praise and compliments, and those softer things always seem to get her going when it comes to the bedroom, too. Well, that’s no problem. I like calling her a good girl.

My fingers crook, finally pressing harder on the cotton of her scrub bottoms. I can feel the heat of her pussy through them. The fabric is just starting to get damp. But when I shove my hand down the front of her pants, fingers pressed to her panties—that fabric is absolutely soaked.

Embarrassment spreads over her face.

“Love when you get wet like this,” I say, with a low, heavy breath. “You get so worked up for me.”

“Nathan,” she whines, hips shifting in the seat. Her hands curl down, gripping the edges of the leather seat like she doesn’t know what else to do with them. Oh well, she’ll have a turn to have fun later.

“What? I’m just being honest with you, sweetheart,” I tell her, fingers stroking lightly over the damp patch. I barely apply any pressure, even when they slide up further, and yet I can feel the outline of her clit through the damp fabric.

The little micro jerks running through her body are enough to make my mouth water.

We pass another sign, signaling that we’re only about five minutes out from the main farm’s driveway, and six minutes out from her house in total. I can’t tell if I’m grateful that I’ll be able to get her into bed soon, or if I’m disappointed that I’m running out of time for teasing her.

I meet in the middle, slowing down just a little bit as I drive. My thumb and forefinger catch hold of her pussy lip through the fabric, tugging slightly. It gets me a hiss for my efforts. Demi bites her lower lip, her eyes slipping shut until my fingers return to the center of that wet patch of cotton, applying more pressure this time.

The panties stop me from actually pressing my fingers into her, but the allure of it is there. Demi makes a sound almost like a moan, and then, embarrassed, snaps a hand over her mouth.

“The game’s not about keeping quiet,” I tell her, with a click of my tongue. Finally, I let the car pick back up to its regular speed. “That’s a totally different kind of play. Gotta say, it’s not my favorite, either. I like being able to hear how good you feel.”

Fingers slide back up, finding her cotton-covered clit again. The position and angle are awkward. The waistband of her slacks bites into my wrist and I have to lean to the side a little too much, the center console digging into my hip.

But it’s totally worth it for the soft moan that Demi gives when I finally grind my fingers down hard against the little nub of nerves. Her hips give a full jerk this time, rocking up against me almost insistently.

“Nathan,” she whines. “This is so not fair. I can’t even do anything because you’re driving!”

“Well, if it’s not fair,” I say, grinding my fingers against her just one more time before pulling my hands free from the confines of her panties. “I wouldn’t want things to not be fair.”

Demi shifts in her seat and gives me the most scandalized look possible. Her mouth goes a few times, like she just really can’t believe that I would do something like that. “Shit.”

I grin at her and use my slick-damp hand to point ahead of us. “There’s your road. Don’t worry. I’m sure that we can make things a lot more fair once we get there.”

I take the turn in question, pulling slowly onto the long driveway. The drop in speed isn’t to play with her this time around. I don’t want to catch any unseen dips in the road and fuck up the tires.

Demi huffs and adjusts the set of her pants, then settles back into her chair. There’s sweat on her neck and the sides of her cheeks. She looks like she’s desperately ready to be fucked. “You’re lucky that you’re handsome, Nate.”

“Oh, you think I’m handsome?” I grin at her, crookedly. “Well, that’s just so lovely to know. Thank you, Demi. I think you’re absolutely drop-dead stunning yourself.”

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