Dinner

Chapter 9: Don't Play With Me

"I want you to t-touch me," she begs.

Hearing her say that, I move her panties to the side, and push 2 fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out. I bring my lips up to her neck and lightly suck, teasing the skin leaving a trail of heat as I kiss her up and down her neck. Then I instantly attach my lips to hers, stealing her source of air, I slip my tongue into her mouth and start to wrestle my tongue with hers. This time I allow her to control my mouth and then stop everything I'm doing and back away from her, leaving her breathless, I walk away and go back to my room. I chuckle as I hear her response.

"You asshole, you Piece of shit! Don't play with me! How dare you touch me and then leave me hanging! UGH!," She cries out as she stomps her way back to the room.

"Come here baby girl," I say in a relatively deep tone. "What do you want for breakfast, love?"

"Pancakes!," she squeals.

"Alright. Follow me."

With that I get up and walk out the room with her on my tail as we go down the three flights of stairs, around the corner and into the kitchen.

"Sit anywhere you'd like," I tell her pointing to the table.

"What if I don't want to sit."

"Then you'll be punished."

That shut her up real quick. I chuckle to myself at how bright red her cheeks are right now.

"Is my baby girl embarrassed?," I tease her.

"Shut up," she groans from embarrassment.

In one swift move I walk up to her, bend her over the table and spank her 3 times on the ass, before reminding her who she's talking to.

"Don't play with me. Know who you're talking to, do I make myself clear?," I scoff at her.

"Yes daddy," she whimpers, standing back up, rubbing her now sore ass.

"Good, now sit."

She listens this time.

I continue to pull out the pancake mix; while they cook, I walk over to her, bend down in front of her taking her hand in mine and kiss her knuckles. I don't know why I did it, but my body craved her at that moment.

"What was that for," she asks, looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers.

"No reason."

I stand back up walking back over to the stove, flipping the pancakes. Once they're finished I put them on the plates I grabbed out the cabinets and set them on the table in front of her. As I take my seat next to her, she gets up and goes back over to the counter looking for the syrup.

"Top shelf," I tell her.

Seeing her struggle in the process was a turn on for some reason. The way her ass bounced every time she'd try to jump up to grab it. I walk over to her and press my lower half against her ass and open the cabinet for her grabbing the syrup for her.

"You know I had that," she whines.

"Sure you did."

She swipes the syrup from my hands and walks back over to the table and sits down.

After we finish eating I head back upstairs.

"What do you want to do today?," I yell.

"Watch movies!," she replies.

"Alright. I'm gonna take a shower."

"Ok. when you get back down here you have to show me how to work the T.V."