9. Crawl to Me
CRAWL TO ME
CHELSEA
H earing his voice made me more nervous. I didn’t think he’d be present at the auction and spend three million?—
Nausea rolled over me and I opened my mouth to tell him to get his money back, but he spoke.
“Keep quiet and look pretty for me, Princess.” His tone was soft, but I could sense something darker underneath it. “We will be there soon.”
“But I?—”
“ Shh ,” he interrupted me. “Be a good girl for me.”
I should have stopped then, but I wanted to push him.
“Or what?”
I was expecting a filthy reply. Instead, I heard his deep chuckle raising goosebumps all over my skin. “You’re asking to be punished, you little brat.” His voice was playful, but the word punished made me curious.
What does he mean by that?
“I’m placing my hand on your thigh.” His warm hand felt comfortable on my skin, his thumb making circles on my thigh. I could hear traffic from the road but he swerved the car smoothly and?—
I gasped when his hand slid underneath the skirt of my dress. I was tense until he made the circles again, relaxing me. He kept on for a few minutes, inching his hand higher, making me gasp again when the tips of his fingers brushed over the lace bows of the tiny thong.
“ Hm ,” he hummed appreciatively and asked, “Do you like this lingerie?”
I was confused by his question.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, Princess,” he stopped the car and I could feel his eyes on me. He repeated, “Do you like this lingerie?”
“I… y-yes,” I said and didn’t know why, but it felt right to say it, so I added, “Daddy.”
Sean’s hand on my thigh tightened, his firm grip making my stomach flip. “You’re trouble, Princess.” He whispered, tugging a lock of my hair playfully. “Very well. If you like it, I can ruin it.”
He pulled away his hand, and I heard his smoky velvety voice order, “Remove your panties and give them to me.”
“Now—”
“Shh. I didn’t ask you a question.” His voice was clipped. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
Yes Daddy . I almost blurted it out and swallowed. The air felt so tense in the car, our musky perfume making me feel strange.
I trusted him. But I didn’t know?—
“If you don’t want to spend the night with me, you can step out of the car, Chelsea.” His voice was devoid of any emotion, making me feel guilty. “I’ll call you a cab and we can end everything here.”
“ No ,” I said, almost angrily. “You don’t get to call the shots after bidding three million dollars for me.”
My chest was heaving. I pursed my lips and waited for him to unlock my door and tell me to get out.
“You’re wrong, Princess,” he replied with a drawl, and I could imagine a smirk on his lips. “I didn’t pay three million dollars for you. I paid it for myself. It’s my little treat.”
I swallowed at the warm breath fanning on my cheeks and felt him lean closer. His lips brushed over the shell of my ear when he whispered, “Now be a good little pet for Daddy and remove your panties.”
Sean pulled back, and I knew he was challenging me. But I was competitive and liked to win.
Removing the seat belt, I took a deep breath and slid my hands underneath the dress.
It was hard since I was blindfolded, but I found the hem of the lace panties and rolled them down my legs.
They slid down with a whisper and pooled around my heels.
I bunched the undergarment in my fist before handing it to him, his large hand brushing against mine, my heartbeat increasing.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and I heard some shuffling of clothes.
What is he going to do now?
I heard a car door unlocking, making me frown, and then the passenger door opened, a chilly breeze entering the car.
“Hold my hand,” he instructed as I got out of the car, his hand clasping mine in a tight grip.
Standing beside Sean in heels should have made me feel taller, but it didn’t. His arm wrapped around me, and I remembered how broad his shoulders looked, even in a casual tee shirt. I didn’t know where we were going, but I could smell a faint aroma of incense and heard serene instrumental music.
I had eaten nothing since the glass of milk I had in the morning.
I heard him talk to someone in a different language. Maybe it was Korean. He pulled me after him. The floor had a soft plush rug and turned into marble when we entered another room. The door slid back, closing, and I heard Sean move around the place before asking me to remove the blindfold.
My fingers undid the knot, and I blinked at the sudden light, my vision adjusting to the sight in front of me.
The lightning of the room was soft, with an elegant lamp placed alongside walls made of hanji paper.
There was traditional artwork on the other wall with a huge glass window that had a view of a small lake. It made the room very cozy.
But Sean was sitting on one of the two chairs around the contemporary dining table and looking at me with his dark, piercing stare. I had the urge to grin and wave at him, but I held back that impulse.
“Are you hungry?” He asked, gazing at me as if I was the meal.
I swallowed and nodded. Then I remembered his words about speaking up when asked and said, “Yes, I’m hungry.”
Sean hummed and nodded at the floor. “Crawl to me, Princess.”
My eyes widened, wondering if I had heard him right. His expression didn’t change, and the knots twisted in my stomach. I glanced around and there was no one but us in the private room.
He paid three million dollars for me. The least I could do was crawl for him.
I gingerly got on my knees and pressed my palms on the cold floor.
“Arch your back.”
Biting my cheek, I arched my back and started crawling towards him.
My cheeks reddened, feeling the dress tug up and expose my naked sex.
Each time I moved, I could feel the wetness of my pussy and lips rub against each other.
I’m sure he planned all of it. Blindfolding me, telling me to remove my panties so he could make me crawl and?—
“Come here,” he said, shiny leather shoes tapping near his feet. “You will kneel by my feet.”
I bit my lip and crawled closer until I was kneeling by his side. Just like the first day I met him. But this was different. Sean seemed hot and cold at the same time. Ordering me around and praising me.
I knew it was some sort of fucked up punishment, because he didn’t run his hands through my hair even though I was itching for it.
And he didn’t even bother to put his handkerchief underneath my knees.
I was getting punished.
“Now, remind me, Princess,” his voice turned dark, and I felt his finger underneath my jaw as he made me look at him. “How much did I buy you for?”