STORY 2: RIDE ME IN THE BACKSEAT, DRIVER DADDY 1

CHAPTER 1

Lila Beaumont’s life was a glittering cage of excess, and I loved every second of teasing the bars. At twenty, I had Daddy’s black card, a walk in closet bigger than most people’s apartments, and the kind of body that turned heads without trying long legs, perky tits, and an ass that looked criminal in designer skirts. But boredom was my real enemy.

That’s why I fixated on him: Dominic Kane, my father’s 47-year-old personal driver. Ex military, sharp jaw like it was carved from stone, dangerous eyes that could pin you in place, and a body built like a weapon wrapped in a crisp black suit. He was twice my age and off limits. Perfect.

For months I’d tormented him. Tonight was no different. I waited until the limo purred to a stop outside the mansion, then sauntered out in a tiny white sundress that barely skimmed my thighs. The evening air kissed my skin as I approached the open door.

“Evening, Driver Daddy,” I purred, sliding into the backseat with deliberate slowness. My legs parted just enough for the hem to ride up, flashing the tiny lace panties underneath. I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror those stormy gray ones that always stayed locked forward. “See something you like? Or are you going to pretend you didn’t notice again?”

Dominic’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, but his voice was gravel rough and controlled. “Where to, Miss Beaumont?”

I giggled, crossing my legs slowly so the dress slipped higher. “The usual. Daddy’s boring charity gala. But maybe you could take the long way? Give a girl some time to… entertain herself.” I leaned forward, my breath fogging the partition slightly.

“Tell me, Dominic, do you get hard watching me every day? Imagining what it’d feel like to bend your boss’s spoiled little daughter over this leather seat?”

He didn’t answer, jaw clenching so tight I could see the muscle twitch. God, that stoic silence drove me wild. I lived for cracking it.

The drive stretched through the glittering city streets. I kicked off my heels and propped my bare feet against the partition, letting my thighs fall open. “You know, I wore these panties just for you.

Pink and barely there. Bet they’d look even better on the floor of this limo. What do you think, Driver Daddy? Would you rip them off with your teeth if I begged nicely?”

“Miss Beaumont,” he growled low, eyes flicking to the mirror for a split second. “Behave.”

“Behave?” I laughed, the sound bright and wicked.

“Where’s the fun in that? You’re always so serious, Dominic. All that military discipline… I bet underneath that suit you’re dying to pin me down and fuck the brat out of me.” I trailed a finger up my own thigh, watching his shoulders tense.

“Come on, admit it. You stroke that thick cock thinking about me at night, don’t you? Whispering my name while you imagine filling me up.”

The limo swerved slightly barely, but enough. Victory. His voice came tighter this time. “Your father pays me to drive, not entertain fantasies.”

“Yet here we are,” I whispered, pressing my tits against the back of the front seat. “Every ride, I’m wet just sitting behind you. Smelling your cologne, watching those big hands on the wheel. I could climb up there right now and sit on your lap. Bet you’d stay hard the whole way to the gala.”

Silence again, but heavier. I could practically feel the heat rolling off him. I loved how he never broke, never touched. It made the game hotter. The city lights blurred past as we pulled up to the venue. I took my sweet time getting out, bending low so my ass brushed the doorframe.

“Miss Beaumont,” Dominic said as I straightened, voice like steel. “Try not to cause trouble tonight.”

I blew him a kiss. “No promises, Daddy. Save some energy for the ride home. Maybe I’ll flash you again… or more.”

The gala was the usual yawn champagne, fake smiles, old men eyeing me like dessert. I texted my best friend Mia halfway through: Sneaking out later. Cover for me?

Obviously. Where? she replied.

The new club downtown. Daddy’s driver will lose his mind if he finds out.

I slipped away after the speeches, heart racing with reckless thrill. Back at the mansion later that night, the house was quiet. Daddy was still schmoozing. I changed into a skimpy black mini dress that hugged every curve, no bra, heels that screamed trouble. Dominic would be waiting in the garage if I called for a ride, but tonight I wanted chaos.

I crept down the back stairs, phone in hand, Uber ready as backup. My pulse thrummed. Dominic had been watching me closer lately those dark eyes tracking my every move like a predator. Part of me hoped he’d catch me. Imagine the lecture… or whatever came after.

The side door clicked open. Cool night air hit my bare legs. I glanced back at the garage where the limo sat like a sleek black beast. “Sweet dreams, Driver Daddy,” I whispered to the shadows. “Or maybe I’ll make them filthy soon.”

I darted across the lawn toward the gate, giggling under my breath. Daddy would be furious when he found out.

Grounded again, probably. But that just meant more time trapped in the limo with Dominic. More chances to push him until that iron control shattered.

As the gate buzzed open, I felt alive. Reckless. Wet at the thought of his hands finally on me. The club lights called in the distance, promising bad decisions and more teasing tomorrow.

This game was far from over.