Page 43 of The Daddy’s Girl

My hand goes between my legs, my skirt falling open as I find my throbbing clit. Biting my lip, I hold back my cries of ecstasy as I bring myself to the brink of pleasure.

It’s a quick and easy orgasm, carrying the feeling from downstairs with me as I come. Not just the vision of what they were doing but how it felt to watch them. To suddenly be so in tune with my own body as if I have unlocked its secret code.

When the climax peaks, I moan loudly, my back writhing on the table.

And when I come down, I don’t feel that sweeping shame I sometimes feel when I masturbate. This one feels as natural as breathing.

With a satisfied sigh, I collapse against the table. Feeling renewed and confident, I smile in the dim room where no one can see me.

Then, for some reason, I fish my phone out, eager to share with the one person I spoke to about this.

Amelia: I did it.

Matis: I’m scared to ask.

Matis: Did what?

My chuckle echoes in the dark room. I bite my lip and consider if this makes me out of my mind to want to share this with him.

Amelia: I watched.

Matis: Hopefully they knew you were in the room this time.

I laugh again.

Amelia: It was during masquerade night. I watched a group in a booth.

Matis: And? What did you discover?

Amelia: It was incredible. Why haven’t I tried this before? For once, I wasn’t all up in my head. I wasn’t thinking about anything except for how it made me feel. I loved it.

Matis: I’m happy for you, Trouble.

Matis: Where are you now? Are you alone in the club?

Amelia: I’m in my office.

Matis: At this time of night?

Shit. How do I explain this?

Amelia: I just came up here for some peace and quiet.

Matis: Oh.

Amelia: I’m serious! Just peace and quiet.

I let out a scream as his text comes through.

Matis: Everyone masturbates, Amelia.

Amelia: This conversation is over!

Matis: Why? Because I said masturbate?

Amelia: Good night, Matis!

Matis: No Métro, Trouble. Call Lucien to take you home.