Drink and drive

Lord Frederick’s POV

 

 

 

I could see her silhouette as she tried to make her way upstairs. She didn’t even notice me sitting in the dark until I spoke.

“Shit!” I overheard her curse under her breath as she turned around, and this time, she sported my shadow and looked in my direction.

“You…” she paused.

“Light on.” I instructed, and the lights were all switched on.

My gaze interlocked with hers, and she looked stunned to see me, more like she had seen a ghost.

“You are back.” She shuttered with trembling lips. I could see how frightened she looked.

“What says the time?” I repeated my exact question, my tone low but filled with anger. I watched how she looked at the wall clock and swallowed nervously before she looked back at me. “I didn’t know it was this late.” She mumbled, which got me to flare up as I instantly got up, but she did the unexpected by turning around and running up the stairs, and I didn’t wait a second to follow her. I ran after her, and just as she was about to open her room door, I got her, opened the door, and pushed her while I locked the door and put the keys in my pocket.

She panted heavily as she moved away from me. “I am not a kid; I can come home whenever I like.” She spat, but I didn’t say a word; instead, I just stood at the door and glanced at her.

Taking a closer look at her, I noticed how her clothes clung to her body, revealing her seductive curves. Her mini skirt stopped on her lap, revealing most of her thighs and spotless long legs. She wore a cropped dress that stopped above her stomach, showing most of her stomach. Her Cleavage could be seen as her breasts filled her chest as if they wanted to come out. She was fucking hot and sexy, and it pained me that men had seen her in such clothes.

“Where are you coming from?” I asked as I got closer to her, but she tried running away, and I grabbed her, slammed her back to the wall, and pinned her hands above her.

Our gaze interlocked, and I could catch a glimpse of her anger and nervousness.

“Where are you?” I paused when I got a whiff of the strong smell of alcohol. “Were you drinking?” I asked with a frown.

“Yes, is there any problem with that?” She fired back at me.

A big frown spread across my face, not just because she was out drinking, but also because she took a big risk by driving herself.

“You drank and drove yourself here.” I gritted my teeth as my grip on her hands tightened.

Aurora rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t drunk, okay, and this isn’t my first time, so stop treating me like a kid.” She spat with no sign of remorse in her, and that got me more angry.

My frustration turned to anger as I realized the extent of her recklessness. Drinking and driving was a dangerous game, one she seemed all too willing to play. But her lack of remorse only fueled my agitation.

“I don't care if it's not your first time," I retorted, my voice dripping with frustration. “You could have hurt yourself or someone else. Do you even realize the consequences of your actions?” Not only was I angry at her, but I was so worried. Silly and scary thoughts filled my mind.

Her eyes flashed with guilt for a moment, but it was replaced with a nonchalant look. Perhaps she wasn't as indifferent as she pretended to be.

“I'm not a child, Lord Frederick,” she shot back, her voice tinged with frustration. “I can take care of myself.”

But her words fell on deaf ears. I couldn't shake the image of what could have happened and the potential consequences of her reckless behavior. Despite the anger bubbling inside me, there was an underlying concern—a desire to protect her from any harm.

“You're not just putting yourself in danger,” I insisted, my grip on her tightening. “You're putting everyone else on the road at risk. Do you even understand that?”

For a moment, there was a flicker of something in her eyes—a hint of remorse buried beneath her anger. But before I could dwell on it, she pulled away, her nonchalant look returning to her face.

“I'm fine,” she insisted, her voice tinged with defiance. “You don't need to worry about me.”

But worry, I did—more than she could ever know. And as she stood before me, her eyes interlocking with mine, I couldn't help but wonder how to break through her. My perfect little girl had turned into something else.

“You will be punished,” I said that and let go of her. I could see panic and nervousness in her eyes at the mention of the word punishment.

“And what do you intend to do to me?” She asked with a nervous gulp. Staring at her, I could tell that she was so eager to know what I had in mind to do.

“You will see,” I responded and moved my eyes around her room, and my eyes fell on the reading desk. “Go over to the table and position yourself on it,” I ordered, and her eyes widened.

“I'm not a kid; what are you going to do with me?”

“I'm going to spank you for your misbehavior, which will not only be your punishment,” I stated firmly.

“I will not.” She stubbornly refused.

I raised a brow at her. “You won’t?” I challenged, and she nodded stiffly. “Very well then.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I will have to call your father and ask him to send you to the famous correction center in China.” I threatened and saw her eyes blazing with anger. “You will do no such thing.” She fired back, and I scoffed. “Really? You think I can’t do that?” I questioned. All I have to do is convince him by telling him that you are spoiled beyond repair and only the correcting center in China can help you; once I do that, he will not even have a second thought about it.” I muttered and saw her gulping in fear. It was obvious she believed I could do it, but what she doesn’t know was that I would never allow her to go there; she was too precious to me to let her go through such harsh training.

Aurora glanced at me with disbelief. She knew she had pushed me too far, but the thought of being sent away to a correctional facility in China was too much to bear. She couldn't let that happen.

“I'll do it,” she finally relented, her voice barely above a whisper. “I'll accept the punishment.”

“Good, now go over there,” I instructed.

Without looking my way, she went over to the desk, laid her head on it, and positioned her ass to me.

A gulp passed down my throat as I stared at her ass positioned in front of me, but that was not the only thing that caught my attention; rather, I saw a glimpse of the white under she was wearing, and that made me quite uncomfortable; even my dick was responding to it.

“Take a grip on yourself, Frederick; this is Aurora.” I cursed under my breath.

“Can we please begin?” Aurora seems to be running out of patience.

Inhaling deeply, I composed myself and moved closer to her. When I got to the desk, I glanced at her rounded ass and groaned inwardly. The way she positioned herself was the perfect position for a great, hot sex. I wished she wasn’t Aurora; I wished she wasn’t my goddaughter. Heaven knows, I would have pulled down my pants and fucked her right from behind.