Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|The Strange Caller|

RENEE

But I know you care... Bring it over to my place. You don't know what you did... did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me. I don't know what you did, did to me... Your body lightweight speaks to me.

As Robert drove through the streets, Chris Brown's 'Under The Influence' melodic tone played in the car, and I hummed inaudibly to the tune.

His left hand was on the steering wheel, eyes glued to the road, and his other hand was on my thigh, playing with my dress.

Since we'd left the restaurant, he'd been driving without saying a word to me, and I had no idea where he was taking me.

I wanted to keep quiet as he'd ordered after throwing me in the car, but now I couldn't hold back my curiosity.

"Robert..." I said and waited for him to respond, but he didn't.

I gritted my teeth and called out again, this time louder, "Robert!"

"Yes, Renee?"

I swallowed a huge lump of saliva when he finally responded, his husky voice making the atmosphere tense and suddenly heated.

"Where are you taking me to?" I asked and he didn't respond at first, keeping silent.

His attention was still on the road, and his grip on my thighs tightened, indicating he'd heard my question, but still, he said nothing.

"Rob—"

"To be honest, Renee, I have no idea. When I find a good private parking spot, I'll park and then punish you, as you deserve."

"Huh? What kind of punishment?"

"You'll see." He replied with a smirk, and his hand on my thigh suddenly shifted upwards until...

"Ahhh!" I gasped as Robert lifted my dress and touched my skin directly.

A shiver of pleasure coursed through me as his fingers slithered up my leg. Before I could say anything, he was caressing my lace panties, and I bit back a moan.

He hadn't done much yet, but I could already feel myself getting wet, and no matter how hard I tried not to moan, small whimpers still escaped my lips.

I cleared my throat briefly, looking at his straight face, and asked, "You said you were looking for a private spot to park?"

"I am." He interrupted curtly.

"What would you do if you found the ideal private spot? Do you want to... to... fuck me?" I stammered through the question, and he chuckled.

"I'm not sure. I don't know. Let's find a place first."

I whined, my lips stretching into a small pout because I didn't understand what he was doing. He wanted to keep me guessing, and that made me feel worse.

"Robert, speak to me. Tell me what you intend to do to me."

"You just need to relax, baby girl."

"I should relax? Like seriously? You just walked into my workplace and dragged me out like I was nothing, and now you want to waste my time? Is this the punishment?"

"What exactly do you mean?" His question enraged me.

"You just wanted me to miss my shift. I know you got approval from my boss, but you also know I won't be paid for everything I did today, right?"

"Are you concerned about that?"

"Are you serious?"

His fingers suddenly stopped caressing the lace fabric of my pants and he rested his hand on my thigh. He gripped my flesh so tightly that I almost winced in pain.