I’m on edge the rest of the day, waiting for him to turn the vibrator on, but he never does.

Part of me is relieved, but mostly I’m disappointed. I expected him to torture me all day long, but as the hours slowly slipped past, nothing happened. I expected it, over and over again, but nothing. Not even a buzz or a message from him. I mean, maybe he’s busy, but still.

I leave the office at the usual time. Karl doesn’t bother me fortunately, and actually he didn’t come to my desk once today. Last week he was berating me on a daily basis, but not apparently he’s giving me some space to actually get stuff done, which is a nice change of pace.

Maybe Jacob’s protection is actually working. So while he didn’t tease me with the vibrator, at least he kept Karl off my back. I can appreciate that much.

Still, I wanted it… I wanted to feel it. I wanted him to mess with me, press my buttons, make me have to squeeze my legs tight and keep my mouth shut. All day I’ve been living in a haze of anticipation and yet nothing happened, nothing at all.

I leave the office and head down the block. I take the subway to and from my apartment, so I head down the steps and underground, keeping with the flow of other people. I like this rush of bodies at the end of the day, a moving sea of people, each of them leading individual lives and with individual feelings, but now all crushed into this place, trying to get home. I probably don’t need to take the subway, but I like it. I like imagining what everyone does, both for fun and for work. I like being a part of that mass of people.

As I’m standing on the platform, I feel my phone buzz. I pull it from my bag and stare at a text from a number I don’t recognize.

“Going home?”

I hesitate before typing back. “Who’s this?”

“You know who it is.”

As I start to type back, I suddenly feel the vibrator turn on. It hits me like a jolt, surprising the hell out of me. It only turns on for a couple of seconds, and I manage to keep my composure.

“Still not sure who this is?”

“How did you get my number, Jacob?” I’m typing fast, blushing like crazy.

“I have my ways. I’m sorry I haven’t been more attentive today.”

“It’s okay. I’m a little relieved.”

“Why?” he asks. “Didn’t you want me to play with you?”

“Yes…” I type back. “But it would have been hard to concentrate.”

“That is the point.” The vibrator turns on for a second again. “Are you on your way home?”

“Yes,” I say. “I’m in public now, you know.”

“Good. Do you think you can control yourself?”

I bite my lip, heart beating fast. I know what’s about to happen, and I have to make a choice. I can go with his game and be a good girl, or I can run upstairs, find the bathroom, and take the vibrator out before he can push me too far.

I take a deep breath. “I don’t think you could push me too far even if you tried.”

I hit send on that message and wait, anxious and excited.

Nothing happens. I stand there on the platform, lost in my own little world, surrounded by people, waiting for my Daddy to get me off. But nothing happens. Several minutes slip by and it’s silence from him.

As the local train starts to pull up and I get ready to board, I figure he forgot about me again. I’m a little annoyed and frustrated as the train pulls up to a stop and I get into line with everyone else, a mass of people trying to crush into this single car. Fortunately I’m toward the front, so I know I’ll get a seat.

As the doors open, the vibrator suddenly turns on. I nearly jump from surprise as pleasure washes over me. I bite my lower lip.

“Come on,” someone says behind me, and I realize that people are starting to board. I quickly move forward, trying to keep steady as the vibrator continues, pulsing in a heartbeat pattern.

I manage to get on the train and I quickly make a beeline for the back. I get a seat in a corner and slide in against the window, trying to hide my face from the rest of the car.

The vibrator stops and I’m breathing deeply, trying to get myself under control. I get my phone out and type a message to Jacob.

“Asshole,” I say. “The train was boarding.”

“That was the plan,” he types back. “Did it feel good? Having me massage your pussy from a distance?”

“Maybe,” I say. “Someone yelled at me when I didn’t move.”

“I told you I could distract you if I wanted. Now imagine what I could do with my lips and tongue.”

“Probably not much, considering I’m in public.”

“I don’t know,” he sends back, and the vibrator turns on. This time, the setting is low, a gentle pulsing motion. “I think I could get you off, even with all these people.”

“How?” I type back, heart beating fast.

“I’d put a jacket over your lap and slide my hands down the front of your skirt.” The vibrator increases in intensity. “You’d have to be quiet, of course. We don’t want to get caught.”

“No, we don’t,” I type back.

“I’d press my fingers inside of you, nice and deep. I’d whisper in your ear, tell you how badly I want to fuck you. How dirty you are for letting me finger your tight pussy on the subway.”

The vibrator starts to go faster and pleasure is building inside of me. I’m staring out the window of the train, trying to pretend like nobody else is around, but I’m intensely aware of them: businessmen in suits, one woman with her two kids, some teenagers just a seat ahead, older people with canes and white hair.

“That’s not your lips and tongue,” I say to him.

“Okay then. I’d spread your legs wide and suck your clit until you screamed. Right in front of everyone.”

I smile but quickly stifle it as the vibrator spikes in speed. It quickly tapers off, but I can tell he’s punishing me.

“You like to pretend like you’re good, don’t you?” he asks me. “Have you ever gotten off in public before?”

“No,” I admit.

“I think you’re about to.”

“Jacob,” I write. The train pulls up to a station, and I’m three stops from home. The vibrator continues, now in a new pulsing pattern.

It feels so fucking good and I’m dying here, struggling to keep my composure. I don’t think anyone is looking at me, but then again, I’m paranoid as hell. Every new person that walks into the train seems like someone that’s going to stare at me the whole time. I’m terrified someone’s going to know what I’m doing and yell at me.

And yet I love it. It’s driving me absolutely insane with desire as pleasure floods me. A man sits down in the empty seat next to me, an older guy in a nice looking shirt and slacks. He’s holding a briefcase and he has his nose buried in a book, but he’s inches away from me as Jacob’s vibrator buzzes between my legs.

I turn back to my phone. “Someone just sat next to me,” I say. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can,” he types back. “You think you’re too good to get off right now, Sofia? You’re not. You’re my dirty girl and I’m your Daddy. You do what I say, right?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I type back. “What do I do?”

The vibrator steps up a notch. “Picture my hands on your breasts, my lips against your neck. I’d rub your clit in circles until you’re soaking wet before plunging two fingers deep inside of you. I’d bend you over, spank your ass, make sure there’s sweat curling down your skin.”

I’m breathing hard and fast as the train comes up to the next stop. The guy next to me seems oblivious as more people pack onto the train. I’m losing it as the vibrator keeps going, pulsing and buzzing and sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“What else?” I send to him.

“I’d drop to my knees, lick your cunt from behind. You ever have a man eat you like that before? I’d spank your ass raw and as the pain peaks, I’d slide my thick cock between your legs. Pleasure and pain, Sofia. I’d give you that mix, make your whole body tingle with confusion as the two meld and move through you.”

“Jacob,” I type to him. “I’m so close. Holy shit. I don’t know what to do.”

The vibrator picks up and I’m practically biting my lip, close to drawing blood to keep from moaning. I want to scream so badly, throw my legs wide open, feel my breasts and nipples with my hands, but I can’t. I’m in public and I have to keep it all tight inside of me.

He’s not making it easy. “Good. I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to feel it, really feel it. Like my big cock spreading you open? Like doing exactly what Daddy says? So come for Daddy, you dirty fucking girl.”

The vibrator peaks, this time buzzing with a frequency that hits the right spot for me.

“Keep it here,” I type to him. “Shit, just a little faster.”

He listens, and the vibrator steps up a bit. It’s working right against my clit, driving me insane, and I can feel it lingering. I can feel myself on the edge.

“Come for Daddy,” he types to me. “Go ahead, come for me.”

It washes over me. I have to dip my head down and look at the floor of the train as my whole body clenches. I want to scream as the pleasure crests and washes over me, intense and incredible, but I keep it all in. My eyes shut and my whole body twitches once, just one spasm. I’m able to keep it in otherwise.

It feels so fucking good. I lean back in the seat as it passes, and I notice the guy next to me glances over. I look away and pull out my phone.

“Okay,” I send to him. “Stop, please stop. I’m finished.”

Mercifully, the vibrator turns off. “And did you get caught?” he asks.

“No,” I say. “The guy next to me is giving me a look though.”

“Good. Let him know. I bet he’ll go home and jerk his little dick off thinking about how sexy you are.”

“Stop it,” I say, smiling to myself.

“But I’m the only one that gets you, isn’t that right? Because you don’t share yourself with anyone but Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I type back, and when I look up, the train is pulling into my station.

“I’m almost home,” I say to him.

“Good. You can take it off when you get home.”

“Okay,” I type, standing up. I shift past the man sitting next to me and he gives me another strange look.

I just ignore him and hurry toward the door. The train comes to a stop and I fall into the mass of people exiting. I hurry up to street level and take a big, sharp breath of cool air into my lungs.

“Have a good night, darling,” Jacob sends to me. I smile and slip my phone back into my bag.

I’m buzzing with energy and pleasure and all I want to do is to take a bath and relax. I can’t believe I just did that. I’m smiling the whole walk to my apartment, unable to help myself. That was so wrong, but felt so damn good. I could easily have gotten caught. Hell, I think the guy next to me knew, or at least suspected something.

But I don’t care, which is amazing. I’m not normally a confident person, but I feel amazing about myself right now. I’m honestly shocked that I just let that happen. I can’t believe I had the stupid confidence to go through with it.

That’s how Jacob’s making me feel. I don’t know why he ignored me all day, but I’m glad he did, because that just made the orgasm so much more intense. He pushed me way further than I thought I could go, and now I just want more.

No, I need more. I need way more. I’m smiling the whole way up to my apartment.