The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

Daddy was grinding his fingers inside me and I was in ecstatic bliss. I smiled into his neck as I started bucking uncontrollably, the waves of my orgasm taking me out into the beautiful, dark sea. He met me out amidst the wash of blue and gray as I rolled through the storm waves, as my orgasm took us farther and farther away from reality.

Daddy had me now and I wasn't going anywhere.

Chapter Four

After our brief encounter in my bedroom, Daddy reminded me that this would have to be our little secret. He forced me to suck his fingers and promise my utter allegiance to the discreetness of our affair. I promised, licking the taste of my own juice off my lips. When he left the room, I felt a sense of dread fill my stomach. I still had to pack and return to my dorm, and then I'd have to spend the entire week away from home. We had just finally broken the barriers. What was I going to do? I wandered towards the bathroom with my head spinning, hoping a hot shower would calm my nerves. The water soothed my aching muscles, especially my pelvis, and helped me relax enough to collect myself. Being away all week just meant weekends would be extra exciting. There was no reason to panic.

I finished showering, got dressed, and dried my hair before gathering my things to load into the car. As I packed, Daddy stood in the doorway watching. I noticed his eyes washing over my body and bent over the driver's seat so my shorts would ride up my ass. I heard him hiss. I fixed whatever imaginary problem I had created to make my shorts ride up and felt a warm hand rest upon my back. He traced my spine up to the base of my neck and then grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging it firmly while pressing his hard cock against my bottom. I gasped.

“It's not nice to tease Daddy, little girl.” He growled. “Apologize.”

His grip was so tight on my hair that I couldn't get the words to leave my throat.

“Sorry...” I croaked.

He tugged again.

“Sorry, what?”

“I'm sorry...Daddy.”

Release.

I inhaled sharply and coughed, choking on the air that was desperately trying to reach my lungs. I massaged my throat while resting against the seat, exhilaration still running rampant through my entire body. My panties were soaked again and I think I was leaking through my shorts. I needed his cock now more than ever, but I knew I had to go. He was just toying with me to teach me a lesson. I moaned.

“Can we just--?”

“No, we don't have time. You have to get back to school.” He spun me around and shoved his thumb into my mouth, imploring me to suck. I obliged.

“If you get all your work done by Wednesday, I'll come visit. How's that?”

I nodded, my lips wrapped tightly around his thumb as his other hand sought to play with the mess beneath my shorts. I would definitely need to change again.

“Good girl. Now, give me a kiss.”

He removed his thumb from my mouth and waited, smiling. He knew he had me wrapped up under his spell and I was happy to be so lost within this fantasy. It was going places I hadn't even imagined, a hot and beautiful place where I could just moan and buck all night. I pressed my lips gently into his as he wrapped his arm about my waist, pressing his still-erect cock into my wet shorts. I groaned and he laughed into my lips. Clearly he was pleased by my reaction to the simple motion. When we finished kissing, I shoved my face into his neck to inhale his cologne one more time before climbing into my car. He shut the door for me and waved, waiting for me to turn the engine and put my belt on. I carefully did these motions that were typically normal, but now felt incredibly tasking. I turned on my headlights, fixed my mirror, and forced myself to put the car into reverse so I could pull out

of the driveway and head for the university.

I had a thirty-minute drive ahead of me and I wouldn't be able to masturbate until I got settled into my room, that is if my roommate was at work or out somewhere. I would have to take another shower. I could feel my juices leaking even more and trickling down my thighs as I thought about Daddy pressing my body against the car and ripping off my shorts. I sighed and rapped the steering wheel. After a moment, I turned on the radio and tried to focus on the music coming through the speakers. I needed to get a hold of myself for now. Just for now. I'll be fine. For now.

British Lit was boring me to pieces today. It was Wednesday morning and all I could think about was rushing to get my work done before Daddy came to visit. I had a feeling he'd punish me if I didn't get anything done before his arrival, so I was attempting to rush through my class without rushing time. I wore my prettiest skirt – a plaid design in pastel pink – with a white blouse and black Mary Jane's to match. I left my hair down, but planned on pulling it up into pig tails as soon as I got back to my room. This wasn't something I usually wore, but I just wanted to impress him and fit his fantasy. I knew he looked at school girls at home on the computer because I snooped through his history late at night, which is where I got the inspiration for my outfit. I still wasn't sure exactly how he wanted me to act while with him. I made a mental note to do research while at work later today.

As soon as the professor dismissed the class, I hopped up from my seat and sprinted towards the door with my books pressed against my chest to keep my heart from springing out of my body. My dorm was a good ten-minute walk across campus and I didn't think my thong would last through it. I was already aroused at the thought of Daddy being in my dorm room. My roommate would be out until after dinner, so I'd have the room all to myself.

And my sweet Daddy.

I tried to keep my pace steady, but I found myself panting more than usual as I crossed the road that led to my dorm. My phone buzzed in my purse. I struggled to dig through my bag while juggling my books in the other arm, but ended up dropping them all on the sidewalk.

“Shit!” I cried out.

I was beyond nervous and it was keeping me from holding myself together. I was about to lose it when a guy jogged up from my left and helped me gather the two textbooks and binder full of papers that threatened to explode. I found it similar to my loins: ready to bust.

“Thank you,” I said quickly and kept walking in the direction of my dorm.

My phone buzzed again, but this time it was in my hand. I looked at the screen.

Daddy calling…