Josh' POV
It's been exactly two weeks since Kyla and I have moved in. Things are going pretty well actually.
Our bills are paid, we often times have enough time to just lay back and cuddle... Sex with her is amazing. Everything was simply perfect. Until today.
Just ten minutes ago she told me to 'get off of her while she's sleeping.' what kind of shit is that???
I'm a grown man with a queen as a girlfriend, how the fuck does she expect me to... 'get off of her.'
And don't get me started on this morning. She thought it was ok to go to the grocery store alone... ALONE!
Usually I can get over the little things but she went too damn far leaving the house without permission. So I'm going to have to put my foot down, remind her who daddy is what what he does to girls who misbehave.
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"Baby, come here for a second." I yell from the kitchen.
"Hold on I'll be there in a minute, my show is about to go off." She shouts back from our bedroom.
"No, you get your ass in here when I tell you to!" I yell right back to her, this girl has lost her damn mind. A few seconds later she comes looking all but entertained.
"What?" She asks dryly, she looks beautiful without even trying. She's wearing one of my large, black button up shirts that stops mid thigh.
She has long black braids with gold strings laced in a few of them. "Was that an attitude?" I ask trying to regain my seriousness.
"I don't know Josh, was it?" There aren't many things I hate more than sarcasm, and she knows that more than anyone.
"First of all I don't know who the fuck Josh is-"
"Well I don't know what else to call you Jo-" Smashing my fist on the small table I cut her off making her flinch.
"Don't be a fucking smartass or I'll-"
"But that's why I went to school."
That's it I'm about to punish the hell out of her, maybe it'll help that smart mouth of hers. Snatching her hand I drag her in the direction of our bedroom.
"Let me go, your hurting me." She says while trying to loosen my grip. Letting go I grab her by her shoulders and slam her against a near by wall.
"What's my name?" I ask looking into her frightened eyes, however behind the fright I see a sparkle of lust appear in her beautiful eyes.
"Are you dumb or are you just stupid? What's my fucking name?" She whimpers and bites her bottom lip.
"Daddy." She says between a moan and a whisper.
Deciding to take things a bit further, I give her little smack in the face.
"I can't hear you," I growl lowly into her ear. "What's my fucking name." I semi shout.
"Daddy." She says a little louder, her breathless voice makes my dick twitch to life. Fuck! pull yourself together, you're supposed to be pissed.
"Good girl, but your still going to be taught a lesson understood?" She nods and looks down. Smacking her again I point my finger in her face.
"Understood?"
"Yes sir."
Licking my lips I let go of her shoulders. "Good, now go in the room and take off every piece of clothing you have on." I say taking a step back.
