Dirty Laundry

Chapter 16: Daddy Lessons

Will
We walked up the stairs and I could sense she was afraid of what might happen to her now... Did I care? I didn't give one flying fuck!
The bitch deceived me... A damn abortion? I wanted to yell at her and murder her... But I wasn't that type of man!

When we reached the top floor I spun around and looked at her, she was still on her way up the last step.

"Bring that ass up here!" I demanded.

She rushed up the stairs and stood a few inches away from me.

"Take off your clothes." I demanded.

She looked around and back at me weirdly. "Right here?" She hissed.

"Yes. Now do it!" I commanded.

I could sense that she was anxious, but she deceived me. I watched her every move. From her slowly pulling her shirt over her head, then to her slowly unbuttoning her button to her pants, and slipping out of them.

"Speed it up bitch!" I demanded.

She sighed and slid her lace thong down, then she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor as well. Standing there fully exposed. I walked towards her and snatched her by her wrist and pulled her into my bedroom. I pushed her to the side and she stood there looking straight at me. I closed the door and locked it. Placing the key onto my nightstand.

"By the time someone is able to unlock this door, we'll be going for round 7 already." I smirked.

She clenched her thighs together, and moved back hitting against the edge of the bed. I walked over to her stripping out of my clothes along the way, until I had nothing on. My tool was hard and exposed, more than ready!

"Don't you get enough pussy from your little assistant?" She spat at me.

I chuckled and pushed her down onto the bed and hovered over her.

"Daddy's about to teach you a lesson."

She flicked a little when my hand came in contact with her thigh, I slid my hand up her left thigh, gently squeezing her inner thigh.

"Mmmh..." She bit down on her lip.

I got off the bed and grabbed her along with me, so she was standing right before me.

"On your knees, now!" I demanded.

She dropped down onto her knees and a tear rolled down her cheek, "wipe that shit away." I hissed.

She looked down and quickly wiped her fallen tear away. "Look at me." I instructed.

She looked up at me. "The other part of me." I mentioned, she sniffed and looked down at my massive tool.

She breathed heavily and kept her hands behind her back, staring at it intensely.

"Touch it." I demanded.

She looked up at me. "Don't look at me." I hissed.

"I said am sorry--"