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. Butthiswas 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?”
10
YES, DADDY
SEAN
Her 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.
