The Masochist.

Chapter Fourteen: Hello

Still at work, with two hours to go til closing, jordan and his friends were still there. They had now ordered beer after beer, but Jordan, he didnt. She guessed it was due to being the driver for all of them. As an hour had passed, and she was so close to closing, she ran into a provocative male.

He was in their corner for the game watching. Drunk, or more like hammered. He had grabbed her hips and tried to get her to dance with him. "Sir, no.. Let me go." She pushed away, but he grabbed her wrist. "When a man offers a bitch a dance, she's suppose to take it!!" He spits out at her. He suddenly just slaps her down to the ground, making her cry out.

Within seconds someone was over there. Then more crowded and crowded around the two people. When she finally got up enough to see, Jordan had been punching the man repeatedly. "Jordan get off! Get off he's a customer!" She screamed. Pushing through the crowd of people she soon growled and yelled. "DADDY STOP!!!" She blushed, but he froze and stood up. The man was cursing through what looked like a broken severe bloody nose.

Jordan looked over at her, and then just walked over. He grabs her hand and walks her away from the man and crowd, before he growls. "Go tell your boss you're coming home.." He says. "I can't do that. its just a slap.. Ill tell him, but I can stay. Its just an hour til i close.." She said. He growled louder but nodded. "fine. Im driving them home then comng back to get you." Jordan declared.

"Whatever." Skylar declares back, then growls and storms off to do her job.

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The time was 1:30 am, and Jordan hadn't been back yet. Shrugging it off and tired of waiting, Skylar slowly just goes to her car. As soon as she's about to get in, someone grabs her hair from behind. "and where do you think you're going?" Jordan's voice boomed. "I got tired of waiting." She said, blushing softly.

"Mmmhmmmm." Was the only response she got til she was bent over her car.  "Jordan not at my workplace!" She cries out, but moans when suddenly his hand spanks her ass. "I dont care, shall we go to the stores open and do it there instead?" He asks, grinning. "No!" She responded., moaning softly as he suddenly spanked her harder through her black skirt, she shivers.

This caused Jordan to smirk and spank her harder, resulting in a louder moan. He then picks her up over his shoulder and takes her to his car. "Now, shut up and enjoy the ride " he says as he buckles her up. Skylar just shivers but sits in his car, all wet. "My place, or yours?" Jordan asked. Skylar gave him a scoff. "Me at mine, you at yours?" She responds.

"Oh no no. I just got you back, I'm not letting you go." He said, but this time it was in command, it was a sincere one. Looking over through her thick black lashes, she blushes when he is looking at her, smiling softly. "So please?" He asks softly, and now bkushing himself. "Fine. Yours." She said, loving his house anyway. She let her hair down, before she ket out a deep breath as she melted into his comfortable seat. She would admit she had missed him A LOT, but not out loud. She felt his hand reach down and hold her hand, and subconsciously she holds his back tightly.

"We're here baby." She suddenly heard his voice say, and she opened her eyes. Had she fallen asleep? She sloely groans, then playfully says "carryyy meee." Again, just playfully, but she was shocked to suddenly feel her seatbelt off and her body being lifted. Laughing, she shakes her head and blushes. "I was kidding baby." She said, blushing as she called him baby. Jordan had smiled and shaken his head no as well. "I dont care nor mind. I'm carrying you already, so just let me carry you silly."

Skylar laughs again softly, but her fragile heart shaped head nods and accepts it. When they reached his room, He let her down on his bed softly as well. "can I borrow a shirt? I dont eant to sleep in this nor my tight skirt." She explains. Jordan nods and then grabs one of his black button up tux shirts and throws it to her. "thanks baby." She said purposely now.

She blushes, but gets an idea. She knows he's probabky not I the mood, so she'll at least give him a peak right? Slowly she gets up off the bed and just untucks her shirt from her skirt. she can see out the corner of her eyes that he's already looking, a bit wide eyed too in shock. She grins softly, but she slowly undoes the buttons to reveal a black tank top under her shirt. She then lifts it up over her red lace bralette.

Next she slides off her red undertoned black heels, then that tight black pencil skirt. Moaning as the cold air hits her thighs and legs, she stretches. "S-Skylar, put the d-damn shirt on." Jordan suddenly stutters out, obviously struggling to control himself. "But first..' she purrs out, 'First, I need help with unclasping my bra, could you please?" She asks, smirking. Jordan slips out a growl, then  just walks over and in a seconds time had her bra off.

"Thank you." She said, then slips on his shirt. she turns around to face him with a smile on her face. "are you going to sleep in the suit?" She asks, grinning. "No, im going to undress then shower." "Oh?" She asks, then just grabs the tux jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and then onto the bed.

"Mmh. I'll help you."