DADDY

Two - White Coat

Surgical depictions. 

Justin

I walked out of the washroom and into my bedroom, holding the knot in the towel around my waist. I met eyes with Ariana who was sitting on the edge of my bed, combing through her wet hair. I bit my lip at the sight of her dressed in nothing but my boxers and T-shirt. 

Seeing her in my clothes made me feel this overwhelming thought of possession toward her. Power. 

Her legs sat crossed, her warm olive skin taunting mee.

I wanted to push her back in the bed and spread those legs and just...

I shook away the thought. 

I let my towel fall, then slipped on a pair of boxers and sweats, sitting down beside her. 

"Hello, sweetheart." I adverted my stare from Ariana's breasts to her face. She stood up, peering down at me, continuing to slowly comb through her hair with her fingers. My eyes danced all up and down her figure, landing again on her breasts and back to her eyes. 

"How was your shower?" She smiled softly at my words, not breaking our eye contact.

I stood up too, domineering over her. I picked up my towel and placed it in the laundry hamper in the bathroom.

"It was really good... How was yours?" Her voice came out quiet, her mind seemed elsewhere. 

I met her eyes with a smirk. "Would have been better if you joined me." I strutted closer to her placing both my hands on her sides. She seemed to look down, "Look at me now." Her eyes drifted up with a confused stare, furrowing her eyebrows at me. 

"I'm not tired yet so that means you won't be sleeping either." She nodded softly, biting her lip and looking down. 

"Alright... What do you suggest we do then." Her voice was still quiet, her eyes pondering in a different direction. 

"I've got an idea..." I could resist the urge to take her again. 

Ariana 

"I've got an idea..." Justin's eyes drifted up and down my body again, I was getting a stale feeling from him that I didn't like. These advances felt colder than they were earlier in the night.

"No, I don't really feel like it..." I shook my head, trying to pull away from Justin.

"Excuse me?" His eyes turned dark, furrowing his brows at me. 

"I'll let you off this time but next time I tell you what I want to do you'll comply right?" His voice did not break, I felt a pang in my chest and my face turn red.

"Is that a threat?" A look of anger was plastered all over my face, I stepped completely away from him. This was not the Justin I thought I knew.  "Yes, it is." He stepped toward me again. 

The dominant, order thing is hot during sex but now? Not so much!

"I'm going home, my dad will pick me up." I began to leave the room when I felt a strong grip around my wrist.

"You're not going anywhere, Ms. Grande." Justin pulled me closer to him, I resisted as much as I could. 

I shook my head, "You're not in charge of me please let me go." My voice got slightly louder, depth and anger in the undertones.