Chapter Eight.

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Dinah's POV

We were sitting down listening to all these boring people talk about theirs companies and shit. I grabbed Y/N's hand and placed it on my thigh. She didn't pay me any attention.  She just kept listening to the speaker. I slid her hand up under my dress and moved my thong to the side. I leaned over to her a bit.

"I'm so fucking wet for you, daddy," I whispered in her ear as I guided her finger between my folds. She groaned and looked at me.

"Let's go. Now," she commanded. She didn't have to tell me twice. I moved her hand and brought her finger up to my mouth. I cleaned her finger off never breaking eye contact with her. Thank god half of the people were asleep or on their phones. Y/N grabbed my hand and pulled me to the exit. She unlocked the car and opened my door before going to the driver's side to get in the car. I got in and closed my door. She started the car, backed up and pulled off. She drove home pretty fast, which was great. She pulled into the driveway, parked and turned the car off. I got out before she could tell me what to do. I unlocked the door and went inside with an angry Y/N following behind me. I heard the front door close. As I was about to walk in the kitchen, I felt Y/N grab the back of my dress roughly, breaking the zipper and ripping it. She pulled me back into her and wrapped her hand around my throat

"Go to the guest room," she said lowly. I thought it'd be nice if I continued to talk back and didn't listen. It was to make her angrier.

"I don't feel like it. I was trying to get some water before you rudely interrupted me," I replied. Y/N was tired of me talking back, so she spun me around and threw me over her shoulder. She walked to the guess room and threw me down on the bed.

"Turn over,"

"No," I replied sultrily. She flipped me over on my stomach herself. She pulled my dress up and gave me a hard smack on my ass. She did it again, but that time it was harder.

"Stop being so fucking hard headed," she growled out. She walked out of the room and came back with handcuffs and blindfold. She threw them on the ground, came over to me and ripped my dress off.

"Hey! I liked that dress!" I yelled.

"Aw... I don't care. Now, what were you saying earlier? You want me to have my way with you. You miss the way my tongue feels inside of you and my lips wrapped around your clit. You miss having me buried deep inside of you with your legs in the air while I fuck you senselessly. I always know what to say and what spots to hit to make you cum for me over and over again. Isn't that correct?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied teasingly.

"Oh, really? I'll just go to bed. Good night," she said and began to walk away.

"No, come back," I told her.

"Say it," she demanded with a smirk on her face. I rolled my eyes, turned over on my back and sat up on my elbows.

"I want you to have your way with me. I miss the way your tongue feels inside of me and your lips wrapped around my clit. I miss having you buried deep inside of me with my legs in the air while you fuck me senselessly. You always know what to say and what spots to hit to make me cum for you over and over again. Now, come fucking do it," I said.

"What was that last part?"

"I said. Come. Fucking. Do. It," I said pulling her closer to me with every word. Without breaking eye contact, she moved my thong to the side and slowly slid two fingers inside of me. Her cellphone started ringing and I groaned.

"Don't answer it, baby," I whimpered out. She ignored me and answered it.

"This late?" she asked the person.

"Are you gonna bring them back or do I have to come get them?" she asked.

"Okay. See you in a few," she said, hanging up her phone and groaned.

"We'll have to continue this another day. My parents have an emergency surgery and have to drop the kids off," she told me, slowly sliding her fingers out of me and put them in her mouth sucking my juices off of them. I whined and pouted.

"Not fair," I replied.

"If you would've listened to me, we could've at least had one round, but you wanted to be hardheaded. Sucks because you taste very delicious, baby," she said teasing me, "put on some clothes before the kids get here."

I pouted and stomped my feet as I walked out of the room. I went upstairs, took a shower, brushed my teeth and put on some comfortable clothes. I went back downstairs to see that Y/N had showered and changed. The doorbell rang and I answered it.

"Mama," Carson said sleepily and reached out for me. I took him out of Y/N's dad's arms and he rested his head on my shoulder. Y/N came and got Neveah from her mother.

"Sorry for the short notice," her mother said.

"It's fine, ma. Now, go save lives," Y/N said giving her mom and dad a kiss on the cheek. They left and we took the kids upstairs.

"Our room or their own?" I asked Y/N.

"Ours. They're gonna come in there anyways," Y/N replied. I opened the door to our room and sat on the bed. I took off Carson's slippers and slip underneath the blanket. Y/N did the same with Neveah. Y/N turned the TV on and put on the recorded episodes of Star. I moved closer to her and rested my head on the other side of her chest. And to think I was gonna get my organs rearranged that night. Tragic.

Sorry for any grammatical errors.

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