RIDE ME IN THE BACKSEAT, DRIVER DADDY 2

Chapter 2:

The sky outside was bleeding pink and gold, but inside the mansion it was still shadowed and silent except for the furious voice that stopped me cold.

“ Lila Grace Beaumont!” Daddy’s roar echoed off the walls.

He stood at the top of the grand staircase in his silk robe, face purple with rage. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Sneaking out again like some common delinquent!”

I froze, my skimpy black mini dress riding high on my thighs, hair tousled from dancing, lipstick smudged. My heart hammered, but a wicked thrill shot through me.

“Daddy, it’s not that big a deal. The club was amazing. You should try living a little instead of…”

“Enough!” He stormed down the stairs, phone already in hand. “I’ve had it with your games. No more freedom. From now on, Dominic drives you everywhere. Full time. He’s your chauffeur, your shadow, your damn babysitter. One step out of line and he’ll report it straight to me.”

My stomach flipped not with fear, but excitement.

Dominic. All day, every ride, trapped in that luxurious limo with him. I bit my lip to hide my smile. “Daddy, come on. He’s just the driver. Do you really think stoic old Dominic can keep up with me?”

“Forty-seven years old, ex-military, and more disciplined than you’ll ever be,” Daddy snapped, dialing. “Kane? Get in here. Now.”

The garage door hummed open minutes later. Dominic entered, still in his crisp black suit from the night shift, sharp jaw set, dangerous eyes scanning me from head to toe.

God, he looked lethal in the early light broad shoulders, that weapon built body moving with predator grace. Twice my age and radiating raw power. My thighs pressed together instinctively.

“Mr. Beaumont,” Dominic said, voice gravel deep and controlled. “Sir.”

“Effective immediately, you’re Lila’s full time detail,” Daddy ordered. “She goes nowhere without you. No clubs, no detours, no bullshit. If she tries anything, you restrain her if needed. Understood?”

Dominic’s gaze locked on mine, stormy gray and unreadable. “Understood, sir. Miss Beaumont won’t slip away again.”

I stepped closer, tilting my head with a bratty grin.

“Driver Daddy’s my new jailer? How exciting. Tell me, Dominic, are you going to cuff me to the backseat if I misbehave? Or maybe you’ll just watch me squirm the whole ride.”

“Lila,” Daddy warned, but I ignored him, circling Dominic slowly. The air between us crackled.

Dominic didn’t flinch. “I’ll do my job, Miss Beaumont. Get some rest. We have a schedule.”

By late afternoon, I was buzzing. Daddy had left for meetings, leaving me alone with my new “babysitter.” I summoned the limo for a shopping trip, dressing in a tiny pleated skirt and cropped top that showed off my toned midriff. No panties. Let’s see how long his control lasted.

The tinted limo waited in the driveway, sleek and black like forbidden sin. I slid into the backseat, making sure my skirt hiked up as I spread my legs just enough. Dominic’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror as he started the engine.

“Shopping district, Miss Beaumont?” he asked, voice tight.

I leaned forward, pressing my tits against the partition. “Yes, Driver Daddy. But take the scenic route. We’ve got all afternoon now that you’re mine full time.” My fingers traced the leather seat. “Does it turn you on? Knowing you have to watch me every second? I bet your cock’s already twitching just from that little flash earlier.”

His knuckles whitened on the wheel. “This is professional, Miss. Your father’s orders.”

“Professional?” I laughed, low and teasing, kicking off my heels and propping my bare feet up. The skirt rode higher, cool air kissing my bare pussy.

“You’ve been staring at my panties for months. Or lack of them today. Look closer, Dominic. I wore this skirt just so you could imagine burying your face between my legs while you drive. Forty-seven and still pretending you don’t want to fuck your boss’s spoiled daughter raw?”

The limo accelerated smoothly through city traffic, but I saw his jaw clench harder. “Behave, princess. Or I’ll report every filthy word.”

“Report it,” I whispered hotly, sliding a hand up my thigh.

“Tell Daddy how wet I get calling you Driver Daddy. How I touch myself back here thinking about your thick cock stretching me open. You’re old enough to be my father, and that makes it so much hotter. Bet you’ve got war stories and dirty fantasies locked up tight.”

“Miss Beaumont,” he growled, eyes darting to the mirror.

The age gap hung electric between us me, twenty and reckless; him, battle hardened and barely leashed. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

I moaned softly, deliberately, fingers brushing my slick folds under the skirt. “Mmm, dangerous is my favorite. Pull over somewhere private and I’ll show you how wet your stoic silence makes me. Or keep driving while I describe exactly how I’d ride you bouncing on that big ex-military dick until you fill me up. Would you like that, Dominic? Breeding your little princess in the backseat while the world passes by?”

The car swerved slightly at a light. His voice dropped lower, rougher. “Keep talking like that and this ‘babysitter’ job gets complicated fast.”

“Good,” I purred, heart racing. “I want it complicated. I want you breaking every rule for me. Imagine it your rough hands on my hips, that dangerous glare while you pound me senseless. No more pretending, Driver Daddy. You’re stuck with me now. Every ride, every moment… I’m going to make you snap.”

We arrived at the luxury boutiques, but the tension lingered thick in the confined luxury. As I stepped out, bending low so my ass brushed the door, I blew him a kiss. “Don’t go anywhere, Dominic. The ride home is going to be even filthier. Think you can handle a full time spoiled tease like me?”

His eyes darkened, promising storms ahead. “Try me, princess.”

I sauntered inside, pulse throbbing. This wasn’t punishment. It was perfect. My new full time shadow was going to crack soon, and I couldn’t wait to feel every delicious, forbidden inch when he did.