Chapter forty-two: Look Good On Your Knees

Chapter forty-two: Look Good On Your Knees

Jessica

I was sitting on the couch, waiting for Jeffrey and watching a little bit of the morning news. As much as I tried to focus on basically anything else, I couldn't shake the image of him keening down in one keen, holding up a ring that probably cost more than my college education. It all seemed so real and I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of it actually happening if I go to Paris with him. Shortly he came out from his study and we headed downstairs.

As we drove to the restaurant a few poles from his company building. His hand was resting on my thing as I stared out the window to admire the Katagum scenery. It felt weird going out with Jeffrey. We sat in a booth with a window that looked out at the busy city streets at all the fancy cars that drove by. Of course, the waiter was a young boy, probably around my age, bringing over a couple menus and smiling at me.

"Hello, can I get you guys anything to drink?" He asked, his eyes solely on me and ignoring Jeffrey entirely.

"Yes," Jeffrey responded before I could even say a word.

"She will have coffee and I will have tea. You can take your fúcking eye off her, okay?"

The boy's mouth dropped, quickly jotting down what Jeffrey had ordered before shuffling off. I snickered and looked down at my feet to hide the smile on my face. He knee nudged against me and I looked up, seeing a confused frown on his face.

"What is so funny?" He asked.

"You are cute when you are jealous."

I let my foot rub up and down his pant leg. He scoffed and crossed his arms on the table.

"I am anything but cute, I am tough and intimidating." He pouted.

"Yes, to him." I laughed, ushering to the frightened waiter.

"He wasn't doing anything wrong."

"He was looking at you."

"Are people not allowed to look at me?" I giggled.

"Only older men," he shrugged. I shook my head with an eye roll and I felt his hand reach down under the table and grab a hold of my ankle.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, baby girl." He said, deeply and quietly.

"Or I will bend you over my lap."

I blushed and prayed that no one overheard him say that, he smirked and I wished the ridiculously small table was larger so it could separate us more. Then he reached forward, placing his hand on my thing and letting his finger trace the inside of my leg. I squirmed under his touch and the dimple in his cheeks became more prominent.

"Jeffrey, not here?" I whispered.

"I am sorry, I just can't help but enjoy how your body reacts to my touch." He smiled and soon the young boy returned with our orders and we ordered more food.

He avoided eye contact with both of us, much to Jeffrey's pleasure. He left in a haste and Jeffrey looked at me proudly, sitting tall in his seat.

"Are you happy that he is afraid of you?" I giggled and he nodded.

"Yes, actually."

After breakfast, Jeffrey and I decided to walk around Katagum to work off the food we ate, glancing at shop windows and the leaves from the trees crunching under our feet with every step. Jeffrey held my hand tightly in his, our fingers loosely intertwined and this thumb rubbing back and forth on my cold skin.

"Wow, that is beautiful." I commented on a black blanket scarf on the window display, thinking about how warm it must be compared to the measly. The little scarf around my neck that wasn't doing much justice for this cold weather.

"Do you want it?" He asked, I thought for a moment.

I could wear it with multiple outfits since the color scheme could work with many different ensembles. I looked at him and nodded.

"Yes, I want to see how much it costs." He gave me a look before speaking.

"You are not buying it, I will get it for you." I pulled him back from entering the store.

"You are not buying it for me, I am perfectly capable of buying it myself and besides, you bought breakfast."

I entered the store with Jeffrey following behind but I felt his fingers slip my wallet out from my back pocket. He held it high above his head and out of my reach when I turned around to take it from him.

"Give me my wallet back, Jeffrey."

"No, you are not buying that scarf." I rolled my eyes at him, crossing my arms over my chest and walking over the section of scarves where the blue one was hanging on the wall.

I examined the price tag, seeing it was less than fifty dollars. I definitely had the money, especially after doing the modeling shoot. Did Jeffrey really expect me to get paid but not use it?

I took the scarf off the hanger and went over to Jeffrey as he was looking at a pair of black boots near the men's section of the store.

"Don't you have enough boots?" I sassed and he rolled his eyes with a playful grin.

"I am a man with a love for boots, okay? So don't bully me."

"Well, give me my wallet back and I promise I won't bully you."

"That is a load of bullshit," he scoffed and smirked.

"I will buy you the scarf, save your money for something more important." I rolled my eyes as he took the scarf from my hands and walked towards the counter.

"But I don't have anything important that needs to be paid for beside my car…."

As soon as I said the words, I shut my mouth and he swiftly turned in his heel to face me.

"What?"

"Nothing, I said absolutely nothing." I shook my head, he walked over to me with a quizzical look.

"You have a car?" He was staring down at me. I shrugged and looked away from his gaze.

"Maybe," I said softly.

"And you don't drive it?"

"It is kind of beat down." I muttered and he gave me a total daddy look, raising his eyebrows and pressing his lips.

"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you." I groaned slightly.

"It is kind of beat down."

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you would have spent money on it, I am saving money to buy a better car, on my own. I can take care of myself and I want to do this by myself." He parted his lips to say something but I stopped him.

"No Jeffrey, seriously, don't spend any money. This is my responsibility, not yours." He sighed after a few minutes of silence.

"Fine, I won't but I am buying this scarf for you."


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We went back to his house in silence, mostly because I was exhausted from the long day out but also because I was worried he would actually spend money to buy a car for me when I absolutely cannot let him do that.

He planned on driving me back to my village in the evening so we had a couple of hours left before we had to head out.

I was in his bedroom, packing up the things I brought and making sure I didn't forget anything. I heard footsteps behind me and soon I felt his arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled and his face nuzzled into my neck, planting small kisses on my skin.

"Can I help you?" I asked and his lips barely grazed my ear.

"I am hungry," his curls tickling my cheeks as his hand slowly trailed down my thigh.

"I could make you something, what do you want to eat?"

"You,"

I felt my stomach flip and he swiftly attached his lips to mine before I could respond.

I moaned into his mouth, his hands grabbing my ass and then searching for the waistband, pulling them down my tiny things. He removed his lips from mine momentarily to pull my jeans down to the ground and helped me out of them, tossing them aside.

He held my legs in each hand, running his hands up and down my skin. I definitely loved this image of Jeffrey on his knees in front of me, looking confident and a sense of dominance in his eyes. I let my hands move to his hair, tangling the curls around my fingers.

"You look good on your knees, Daddy."

His eyes dilated almost instantly, squeezing my legs gently. He began leaving a few kisses up my left leg, stopping at the hem of my underwear before wrapping his fingers around the fabric, slowly tugging them down my legs. He took them off and threw them over with my jeans.

"You are so beautiful, baby girl."

He kissed my right thing and then stood up, pushing me down on the bed and hovering over me. He began sucking at the skin just below my jawline, sending shivers up and down my spine.

His hips just barely grazed mine but it was enough to make me crave his lips against me.