10. Yes, Daddy
YES, DADDY
SEAN
H er gleaming doe eyes blinked up at me, and I had to ignore the part of me that wanted to hold her in my lap, feed her with my hands, and give her endless orgasms until she passes out.
“Three million dollars,” her whisper was soft, almost inaudible.
The air was tense in the private room at my favorite fine-dining restaurant. I enjoyed seeing her tense expression, anticipating what would happen next. She was braver than I thought she was, getting in my car with a blindfold on.
I was furious when I saw her half-naked on the stage. Especially when so many people kept bidding for her. I did not like the idea of her spending a night with someone else other than me.
“Mhmm, I did.” I swirled the glass of red wine and took a sip, relishing in its bittersweet, sharp taste. “That means you’re mine for tonight, right?”
Not just for tonight.
I was going to punish her for making me worry, leaving my house without giving me her number, not telling me about her whereabouts when her apartment got flooded, and selling her body for a night to a complete stranger.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
My cock twitched at her sweet voice. I wanted to wrap my hand around her perfect blond waves and show her exactly how cute princesses get punished by their filthy daddies.
It must have been uncomfortable to kneel on the polished marble floor with her high heels, but she looked perfect.
White dress fluttered around her thighs, her little squirming letting me know how turned on she was.
I could still feel the burn of her lace panties in my pocket and the faint scent of her feminine sex.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours for tonight, Daddy.”
I leaned down, and crowding her space, I wrapped my hand around her slender throat. “Yes, you fucking are.” Her blue eyes widened, pupils dilating as I continued, “Although three million dollars is a lot for one night, isn’t it?”
Chelsea nodded slowly, her pulse beating faster, pupils dilating.
I purred. “How about we count one million dollars for each of your pretty little holes, hm?”
“W-what?”
“That wasn’t a question, silly princess.
” I pulled her closer and rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip.
“I own your mouth.” Keeping my eyes on her, I trailed my hand down her body and under the skirt of her dress, cupping her naked, wet sex, I squeezed.
Her whimper made me chuckle when I said, “I own your pretty pussy.” Pulling my hand back to squeeze her cheek, I stared at her parted lips and whispered, “And I own this ass.”
Her eyes were glazed, fingers scrunching on the arms of my jacket as her chest heaved against my shirt.
“You like it, don’t you?” I cupped her cheek. “Being Daddy’s little pet.”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me, sweet girl,” I said, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “What do I own?”
“You own me,” she said, licking her lips. My eyes dropped to her wet cupid bow.
“You’re such a good girl, Princess,” I whispered, pressing my lips against hers, then gently covering her mouth. Her lips were soft and pliant when I broke the small kiss.
That one little kiss turned my stomach into a wild swirl.
Her eyes were so wide that I could get lost in the blue when she leaned closer and covered my mouth hungrily.
I held her waist when our lips moved together, kissing passionately, with her fingers scrunching my shirt as if she didn’t want to let go of me.
I devoured her softness. My demanding lips caressed hers in an urgent and exploratory kiss.
Her warm breath brushed over mine, and the sharp gasp when I bit her lip made its way directly to my dick.
If only I could pin her on the floor and fuck her?—
I pulled back, breathing heavily, the same as hers, and stared at the flush on her face.
Her lips looked swollen, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had enjoyed making out like a teenager.
My heart was pounding at an erratic rhythm.
I needed to get away from her. Needed to calm down before I did something reckless.
I brushed my lips on her forehead and tucked her tousled hair behind her ear, admiring her dainty earrings.
“Let’s eat first.”
She nodded, and I helped her up. Her legs were shaky, and she clutched my arm for support. Even though she could sit across from me, I pulled out her chair on my right and watched her sit down.
“Drink some water,” I ordered her and pressed a button on the bottom of the table once she was settled.
Appetizer was a raw fish platter with a variety of dipping sauces. Chelsea had never tried it before, but I asked her to dip the thinly sliced fish in gochujang.
“Oh, wow.” She hummed appreciatively and took another bite, smiling at me after swallowing her food. “I’ve never thought raw fish could taste so good.”
Warmth spread over my chest. I was glad she was enjoying the food. I wanted to keep her smile on her face and impress her more.
My hand, that was placed on her thigh, inched underneath her skirt. She paused her chewing to blink at me. I ignored her curious look and kept eating. There was still some time for the main course, and I wanted to play with my favorite toy.
My fingers brushed over the naked skin of her inner thigh, making her gasp and shiver.
“Sean,” she whispered, her eyes turning glassy. She faced me, pupils dilated.
“Hm?” I asked, raising an innocent brow. I wished I had a remote controlled toy to tease her. She was so expressive with flushed neck and cheeks, plum lips pouty.
“You’re doing this— mmh ,” she let out a soft moan, covering her mouth as the tips of my fingers brushed over her sensitive clit. My cock twitched in my pants when I found her soaked.
“You’re so fucking wet, my dirty Princess,” I said, keeping the light pace of rubbing her clit. “My my, look how responsive you are.”
Her teeth pressed on her bottom lip, her thighs trembling with my gentle onslaught. “Please…”
God, she was just fucking perfect.
“I wish I could fuck you on this table right now,” I said, surprising both of us. I pulled back my hand just as the chef came with the main dish.
I cleared my throat, licking my fingers clean, humming at her sweet taste. “Oh, was the sauce to your liking?” The chef asked.
I flashed him a smile and smacked my lips. “It was perfect.”
Chelsea reached for a glass of water, making me smirk at how red her cheeks had turned. I wished I could tease her more.
The chef picked up the cloche to reveal braised short ribs.
“This is galbi jjim. Premium beef ribs slow-cooked with soy sauce, garlic, ginger, and a touch of honey, garnished with chestnuts, dates, and mushrooms.” He served us the food and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her when she looked surprised and tried the food as how the chef told us.
The meat was tender, aromatic and full of flavor.
“Wow, it melted in my mouth,” she beamed, shooting heart-eyes at the chef who thanked her, and I had the urge to push him out of the room.
We finished the main dish with white kimchi. Since it was a Korean fine dining restaurant, each meal ended with a soup and rice. Chelsea devoured it, and I was glad to see her enjoy her food and almost lick her plate clean.
No wonder it didn’t work out with Liza. She only ever wanted to eat at one restaurant and do the same boring things. Whereas Chelsea had asked me about the cabbage used for kimchi and why dasik (tea cookies) were served with herbal tea.
“We are so glad you enjoyed the food,” the chef said as we were leaving.
“It was delicious!” Chelsea grinned, and I hid my fist in my pocket, not enjoying the burning I was feeling in my stomach. Why didn’t she grin at me like that? I was the one who brought her there. She was going commando and enjoying the delicious food because of me . “I will surely come back!”
“Sean, bring her again,” the chef said to me, patting my shoulder. “Miss Tae would be delighted that you brought a date after?—”
“Thank you for the food,” I interrupted him and held Chelsea’s arm, dragging her away. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t we have to pay?”
I looked at her, baffled. “Why are you worried about that?”
She blinked. “It must have been expensive, so I want to split?—”
My laugh startled her as the valet brought my car. She was adorable and na?ve. “Princess, as long as I own you, you don’t have to worry about money.” I squeezed her hand. “Let Daddy spoil you.”
I opened the door for her and enjoyed the sight of her flushed cheeks. Once I was seated in the car, she asked me, “I have a question.”
I raised my brow, waiting for her to continue.
“Who’s Miss Tae?”
That was her question? I thought she’d ask me what I was going to do to her or if she can rub one out in the passenger seat.
“The chef was talking about my mom,” I replied to her, almost pouting. “My family owns that restaurant.” And the many hotels and restaurants all over the world.
“ Oh …” Silence fell in the car and I found her glazed eyes on me. Her expression was different. It was heated and full of lust. “I’m…”
“What Princess?”
“I think I’m horny,” she replied, flush on her cheeks, making her look as if she was drunk. But I hadn’t let her drink anything.
“You think?” I slid my hand over her thigh and squeezed the softness of her plush skin. “You don’t need to think when you’re with me, silly Princess.”
I smirked. “Let Daddy take care of you.”