"Daddy."
J A X O N
-saturday, 11:08-
I lead Arabella out to my new Vision Mercedes Maybach 6 Cabriolet, and open the door for her, and even as she sits down and I can still feel the anger radiating off of me, I lean down to buckle her seat belt for her, which causes another blush to cover her perfect cheeks.
I smirk, knowing I'm the only person who can get her all flustered. Well, I better fucking be. Then I start to think about the asshole trying to take her from me, and I stand and slam the door closed. I see her flinch inside the car and frown, making my way around the car and opening the door, sliding in.
I start the car and pull the gear into drive, before placing my considerably large hand on Bella's thigh, making her squeeze her legs further together. I bite my lip and glance at her from the side, seeing her blushing even more and looking back at me with those doe eyes.
I inch my hand further up her thigh, and I hear her breathing get jagged. Her delicate hands hold mine, not in a way that stops me, but just enough to let me know how innocent and shy she is. I love that about her.
I let out a little chuckle and lift my hand from her thigh, and gently grabbing her chin, pulling it so she looks at me, so she knows I am serious. I stop at a red light, and look at her. I make sure to put enough dominance in my eyes so she knows who she belongs to.
"Did Jay say anything to you?"
She furrows her eyebrows, her mouth parting for a second before she lets words drift past her lips.
"Who?"
I chuckle, "Jay. The butler. Did he say or do anything?" The red light turns green, and I ease my foot onto the acceleration pedal. I take a quick glance over to my angel, whom is still yet to answer my clear question.
She dampens her lips with her tongue, a sign that lets me know she is nervous and thinking about lying. I pull the car into a random, empty parking lot and smoothly swerve into a parking spot, not really caring how neat it is considering the lot is vacant.
I lean over and grab her chin again, a little more aggressively this time, and I lean in slightly, looking her dead in the eye with nothing but seriousness and warning in my eyes. She better not fucking lie to me.
"Did. Jay. Say. Or. Do. Anything." I repeat myself, "If you even think about lying to me I'm going to bend you over my lap right here and right now and spank the truth out of you, do you understand me?"
She is quick to respond, and I can tell she didn't think about her response before she said it (probably due to the fearful look in her eyes).
"Yes daddy."
I am immediately turned on, and I can feel my eyes darkening and lust pool through them. Almost simultaneously, a thick blush covers her cheeks and she tries to pull away from my hand that is still holding her chin, probably to hide her face in her hands.
I let go of her jaw and lean over, grabbing her thighs and hoisting her over the center console, to place her on my lap. I feel her heat over my length, and I know she is turned on by what I said. The words leave my lips before I can stop them.
"Do you like it when daddy tells you how he is going to punish you? Or do you like it when daddy dominates you?"
I didn't think her blush could get anymore intense, but it does, and she tries to avoid my eyes, only glancing at them every so often. I don't force her to look at me, because I know my poor angel is embarrassed enough.
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