Page 62 of Until I Find You

When I’m around Jack, the pulse is constant. I’ve learned to work around it, ignore it. But when it is finally time to play or as soon as I’m alone, I’m desperate for relief.

I slide my fingers between my lower lips. Wet as per usual when he is in my thoughts.

“Sweet…”Jack’s voice says in the back of my head.

I love how he calls me sweet and delicious when he tastes me. And he likes to do that a lot.

I sigh into my pillow and let my eyes flutter shut, coasting my fingers through my soft slickness.

“Tell me when you’re touching yourself. Daddy needs to know these things.”

One of the elements to a dynamic like ours is rules. And given that we stumbled into a relationship like this, we’re still getting a hold on what it means for him to be my Daddy and me to be his baby girl.

So, Jack’s been playing with rules. And this was one that I liked very much.

I thumb my clit and pump my fingers inside myself as I reach for my phone.

One-handed, I type out a message to Jack.

Touching myself.

Simple. To the point.

I keep working my pussy. It’s nowhere near as good as having Jack do it and a fraction as wonderful as being filled by his cock and seed. But I need release. I need it now.

My body undulates against my hand under the sheets.

I check my phone. No word from Jack. I type out another message.

Thinking of you.

I picture Jack stepping out of the shower, dribbles of water sliding down his impeccable chest. Smooth, tan skin, indents of sculpted muscle. How his expression is so placid when he thinks he isn’t being watched. I think of him running his fingers through his wet dark hair, the towel around his waist clinging for dear life, the stretch of his biceps.

Fuck.

I pump my fingers and circle my clit until I am close to tipping over the edge. Pause.

Daddy needs to know. One more message.

Going to scream your name when I come.

I press my mouth into pillow and groan around the word.Daddy.It’s a tremendous sound, bone shaking.

My walls pulse around my fingers, and the orgasm sings through me.

I burrow tighter into the bed, trying to imagine Jack’s arms around me. Wishful thinking.

Once I come down from my high, I check my phone once more.

Still nothing.

He’s a busy man. We’re both busy. We’re business partners, and the business comes first.

But I cry anyway. Because I am alone. Without Daddy, I’m so alone in the world. Just as I was before I walked into Jack’s penthouse apartment.

I never realized how alone I was. And now that I know I don’t have to be, I don’t know how I’ll ever go back.

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