Dinner

Chapter 8: What am I supposed to do?

Lacey's POV

I'm trying to get comfortable in his lap but his body isn't in the position I need it to be in. When he tries to wake me up saying that he needs to take me home, I genuinely felt sad. I don't even know what I'm doing. I feel like I'm just wasting everyone's time. But it feels different with him.

What do I do? I don't even know. I'll just brush it off and save those thoughts for later. Right now, I'm on a mission to hunt this man that claims we need to go back to my place. Why? Does he not want me?

I then decide to take matters into my own hands. Pretending to still be tired, I get on top of him, straddling him. I can feel him groan underneath me, both most importantly feel something else touching me. Confused, I look at his hands but both of his hands are occupying my hips. So that means...

*gasps*

I rub myself against him just to be sure that I'm not 'feeling things.'

Oh my god. Did I do this to him?

What to do? I thought to myself, a smirk appearing on my face.

I bend down slightly and in his ear I whisper something seductively.

"Please don't leave me, Jaxton." I let the words slip off of my lips as I look deep into his eyes.

When he gives in, I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go.

"Fine," he groans.

Excited now, I bounce on him up and down, but only before he has me pinned underneath him. I gasp, looking into his serious eyes which hold...lust?

"What did I tell you, baby girl? Do I need to punish you?," he asks me, looking at me with a dead-ass kinda look.

"N-no," I stutter.

"What's my name love?, he questions, now gripping my chin forcing me to look back up at him.

"Jaxton," she answers.

"From now on you adress me as Sir or Daddy unless we are in certain circumstances where you call me by my actual name. Understood?"

"Yes Daddy," I reply.

"Good girl. Now go get your ass in the car," he orders me and I just stand there.

"Like hell I-Ah!" He slapped my ass again.

Standing my ground like the queen I am. I speak up to him which he probably wasn't expecting.

"What did I tell you?"

"You told me to get my ass in the car."

"Exactly, now do what you're told!"

"Don't raise your voice with me!"

"You have 3 seconds to get your ass in that car or else!"

"Or else what!?"

"I'll carry you myself."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me," he growled.

And with that he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"I'm not gonna play games with you little girl," he said slapping my ass once more.

"Ow, fuck you!," I shout.

"Say it again love and I promise you won't be able to walk straight for a week," he warns, opening the back door and ever so rudely tossing me onto the back seat.

I quickly sit up and glare at him as he stares back at me. I mentally curse myself from not realizing how long I was staring at him. When I look into his eyes, I get lost.