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“Well, I want you to be thinking about us.” He turns my head to face him and my throat closes. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me.I know that weed is not still fucking with me…

“I… I don’t know baby…” I look away, heart racing with a deep-seated fear when I look into his eyes that I never felt last week. But I have to admit, this fear… this wrong… this taboo that’s somehow manifested in me has my stomach in knots. Even though it’s terrifying, it’s exhilarating… way more than even when I’m running the ball on the field.

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter because I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll know nothing but me.”

“Is that all?” I cock my head to the side and he raises a brow.

“Great question, Little Baby.” He runs a thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it from between my teeth.

“So answer it!” I demand, and he leans back smiling.

“You’ve been questioning me a lot today, Jessica.” He eyes me and I lick my lips.

“What is that new to you,LordMetchie?” I tease, calling him by the name I remember the maid called him, but his eyes flash.

“Stop it, Jessica…”

“Stop what,Milord?” I lean into him, his heart pounding.

“Stop fucking with me,” he growls and I chuckle.

“Fine… how about this, Milord? You take me shopping, and later on,Ilet you have your way with me.” I cozy up to him seductively, hoping it works. “I know you’ve got plans, b?—”

With saying a mother fucking thang, my man whips out a black card in my face and taps my lips, drags the bitch down between my titties then flips me open. He spreads my legs and runs it down my cat, then brings it up to his nose and smells that son of a bitch with a smirk.

“Say less. Where do you want Daddy to take you, Little Baby?”

Damn… I stand no chance against a mother fucker with this much swag.

“Are you sure, baby? I mean, don’t you have reservations for us somewhere?” I pant, already wet.

“Reservations?” he snorts, pulling me onto his lap, pressing his hand firmly on my back, kissing up my neck. “I don’t makereservations, Jessica. I buy the place, so again, tell Daddy where you want to go.”

Fuck…

“W-well… th-there’s so many… I know we don’t have time because of school and all…”

“I’ll make time. Tell me what you want.”

Shit…

“Th-then just shopping… I want to go to a lot of places…”

“Names?”

“F-first Animate,” I moan as he kisses my neck.

“And?” he presses on as he rubs my ass.

“Mandarake, because I need to find that limited edition AOT artbook.”

“Cute… anything else you want, my Little Baby?”

“There’s the tiny Ghibli-themed shop in Ikebukuro I seen on TikTok, I need to go. Also, Super Potato for retro games for Sky, the Evangelion store in Harajuku... gotta grab that newphone that only released in Japan for Wanda, then go to the underground Demon Slayer shop in Akiba, and— Oh!

The one place that only sells Haikyuu merch and themed snacks. Then Hello Kitty world for Faythe… then I also want to pick up some text books for Bebe then I want to get a Hinata keychain,” I blurt, out sneaking in things for my friends, thinking he’s going to say no.

But just leans back, picks up the phone in the back, and…