"Are we going to that same restaurant?" We were speeding down the streets of Dallas as we made our way to our business lunch.

"Yeah, it's where I conduct most of my business lunches. I know the staff personally and the food's good," he shrugged.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I heard him murmur, "He's really not who you think he is."

I sighed, immediately knowing who he was talking about, "Can we not talk about that? We will just start fighting again and then you'll kiss me and then I'll give in and have sex with you in the car and we both know that can't happen."

"In the car, you say? I haven't had sex in a car since high school, but anything for you, Princess." I watched the smirk form on his lips and his eyes twinkle in the mid-day sun.

I chuckled and punched his arm lightly, "Yeah, no. That's exactly what we're not gonna do."

"I can lean my seat back and you can hop on. I can have my pants down my thighs in a matter of seconds. You just say the word," he said playfully and my cheeks reddened. To say I wasn't thinking about that very scenario would be a lie.

"Please, stop, Dominic. You can't continue talking to me like that," I looked down at my fingers and picked at my nail polish. It was hard looking at him when I felt like all I wanted was for him to say 'Hey, I didn't actually get her pregnant and I actually love you' and then whisk me away to some far remote island and live out the rest of his days with me.

It wasn't fair how insanely good looking he was and how even the brush of his fingertips against the back of my hand gave me goosebumps.

"I know you're hurting now, and I know that things are really shitty at the moment, but I promise you that I'm working to fix it for you. I just need you to trust me. When have I ever lied to you?"

I stared at him in disbelief, ""

He chuckled, "Again, I'll remind you, you never asked if I was seeing someone or not. So, technically I still have never lied."

"Excluding information and then starting an affair with me is just as bad—if not worse than— cheating, Dominic. You're the older one here, act your age."

"Fine, you want me to act my age? Okay, but remember that you asked for this, Princess."

Oh, shit. What did I just do?

He turned down an alley and put the car in park.

"What are you doing?" My heart was racing as I looked into his eyes.

"Pants down," he commanded.

My eyes widened and I felt the blood leave my face, "What," I squeaked out.

"Pants down, lean over my lap. Now, Genevieve. I won't ask again," he face was hard and he wasn't backing down.

"But, Domin—"

"Daddy," he growled, "You want to add more?"

My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest and I knew that if I safe worded him then he would back out of the alley and we'd continue on to the restaurant, but I was excited and I needed this.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered and unbuckled my seatbelt.

I pushed my seat back and unbuttoned my slacks before pushing them down my thighs. I looked over at him and saw that his eyes had darkened. He needed this just as much as I did. That much was clear.

I sighed and then turned my body and leaned over his lap. I laid my head, facing the steering wheel, on my arms that were across his thighs and kept my ass in the air.

"I will give you five. You will count and then say 'Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?' Is that understood, Genevieve?"

My thighs were shaking in anticipation and his voice above me was making my core throb.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

His left hand went around my back and pulled my hip into his chest and his right hand started massaging my ass.

I bit my lip to hold in my moan as I felt him spread my cheeks with his hands as he massaged them.

My breathing was heavy as I waited for the first initial strike and when it came I remembered how painful the first time receiving a punishment was.

I yelped and felt my core tighten, "One," I murmured, "Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?"

His hand came down hard on the other cheek and I yelped again, "Two. Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?"

"Are you wet, Genevieve?"

I shuddered from how deep and calm his voice was, "Yes," I breathed out.

The next strike took me by surprise and this time it was aimed between my thighs.

"Oh, God," I cried out, "Three. Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?"

"You want to cüm, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned and dig my nails into his clothed thigh.

He moved my panties to the side and I shook with anticipation. Would he use his fingers? Would he command me to straddle him?

What I wasn't expecting was him striking me there with no barrier.

"Fück! Four. Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?"

I felt and heard him chuckled before bringing his hand back down in the same place. This time felt like the hardest one thus far.

"Five," I cried out, "Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?"

"No, you may not," he stated and I waited for his next command with shaking thighs.

"Get dressed. We're late."

I leaned up and was face to face with him, "But, Daddy," I whined, "I need you to help me."

"Not now, Genevieve. Get dressed and I'll think about it."

I climbed off his lap and righted my underwear before pulling my slacks back up and tucking my shirt into them.

I felt humiliated. I let him have his way, again and the worst part of all was that I would've done what I said I wouldn't.

I would've had sex with him, right here in this car, in this alley. I felt ashamed at the thought, but I also felt excited.

Would he try something on the way back to the office after lunch? Would he try something in the office?

I felt so pent up that if he commanded me to suck him off while he drove down the road I would, and I would thank him for it.

I sighed and tried not to think about the fact that my sex was stinging from the punishment I received. I was throbbing with desire and he would have me wait for as long as he deemed necessary.

I hated that I was so okay with that. That I would be ready for whenever he decided to use me next. I felt disgusted for a moment but then astonished.

How was he able to keep making me feel this way? How was he able to keep me on the edge of my seat while I waited for his next move?

"Sir?" I spoke quietly as we made a turn on the familiar street that led to the restaurant.

"Yes, Princess?"

"Am I...Are you going to help me later?" I could only hope he understood what I meant.

He was silent for a moment and I was thinking he wouldn't answer, but then he sighed and in a low voice replied, "Maybe, if you're a good girl."

I bit my lip and smiled.

And just like that, I was sucked back in.