Are you going to spank me

Celine's POV

Faye grabbed my glass and glared at me.

"Boss will kill me if you go back home drunk," she said.

I scoffed, and pushed her hand off.

"Don't be uncool now," I took a mouthful of the drink.

It's sweet, yet intoxicating. Just like how Dave's lips tasted.

I wanted to drink more, but Faye stopped me again.

"You can have fun without getting drunk," she said.

I sighed and tried to grab the drink away, but she beat me to it and drank it down.

A little chuckle left my lips. I rested my hand on the table and my face on my palm.

"You know, I didn't like you at first," I blurted. "I thought you'd be another Sabrina."

"That bitch," I cussed, heat rising on my face in hate as I thought of her.

Faye poured herself another drink. "She really is."

My eyes flashed up hearing her agree with me. A happy chuckle escaped me as I lifted my head up.

"You think so too? Annoyingly, Dave didn't think that."

I said, my face turning blue.

The moment was interrupted by Tyra, who appeared with three guys by her side.

"Look what I have here. Company to make this moment better."

Faye and I turned to the boys; they looked handsome.

"Have a drink with me," I said to the first and lifted a glass.

He smiled and clinked his glass with mine. We both took a sip and he moved closer, leaning toward my ear.

I smiled, not the first time a guy would fall for me at first sight.

"Henry wants to see you," he said instead, his voice cautious.

I slowly scrunched up my face, turning to look at him, confusion taking over my expression.

"Who's Henry?" I asked with a chuckle.

He stared back at me, a glint of surprise flashing in his gaze.

I waited for him to answer, but as he parted his lips, I heard Dave's voice behind me.

"Having fun?" His eyes were terrifying.

So frightening that the instant the boys all saw him, they scurried off fast.

Faye jumped up and lowered her head. I immediately rushed in front of her.

"Before you say anything, I forced her," I stated.

Dave's expression remained angry, and I let out a frustrated sigh.

"I just want a little bit of fun," I crossed my arms, my lips pursing. "Is that too much to ask?"

He let out a loud exhale, then nodded slightly. "Fine. Let's have fun together," he said.

Before I could protest, he had already moved to the seat and taken the space beside me. Tyra moved away quickly.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I moved closer, not sure what game he was playing and what punishment he was planning for me.

Before I could think, his hand gripped me and pulled me onto his lap.

I gasped softly, my eyes widening a little. My hands clutched at his shoulders and his hands held my waist firmly.

"So, what fun do you want us to have?" he asked, his gaze serious.

I blinked, not sure what he was doing. My mind tried not to think dirty thoughts about his hands on my waist.

"Hmm..." I tried to think, but Dave's hands tightened on me and my body froze at the action. My gaze held his and a low gasp escaped me.

My mind flashed back to his bite, and I swallowed, my face feeling flushed. Was this another punishment?

Dave's hands moved slowly from my waist to my back and he pulled me closer; our faces lingered an inch apart and I held my breath.

"Never get too close to another man except me," his voice was domineering, and his eyes searched through mine.

I didn't know what to say, but in that moment, it seemed Dave was jealous, and the mere thought of it gladdened my heart. Looks like I just have to keep pushing and he would fall soon.

A smug smile spread across my face and I rested my head against his chest, my hand slowly moving against his body, up to his chest, my fingers trailing in a circle.

"What if I refuse?" I asked.

Dave's hand caught mine and stopped me. I grinned wider, enjoying whatever this was doing to him. But his lips grazed my cheek suddenly and my body stiffened instantly; his other hand grabbed my neck, pulling me even closer.

"Then you'll be punished." He gently whispered into my ear.

I tensed, the lump in my throat feeling too hard to swallow down. I quickly tried to move away, but Dave held me back, his grip tightening on me.

"Dave," I called his name, a little afraid now.

He's not going to spank me right here, in front of everyone, is he? I can't help but think of the worst scenario. For a second, he didn't move, just his breath falling quickly on me.

Then he let go and stood up.

"Let's go home," he said, still holding my hand.

I didn't argue, but just nodded my head and followed him obediently.

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Dave dragged me into the house, still not letting me go. He pulled me along, all the way upstairs, and slammed the door behind him. I wanted to ask why he had brought me to his room, but he pushed me against the wall in a breath.

I pressed my lips tightly and stared at him. "Are you really going to spank me?" I blurted.

Dave's eyes widened a little; he flicked his fingers against my forehead and I let out a yelp. His eyes held mine for a moment without a word.

"How are your nightmares these days?" he suddenly asked.

My face squeezed hard. That was it? I pushed him away angrily and went to sit on the bed, crossing my arms firmly against my chest.

"Why? So you can find an excuse to keep me away?" I snapped at him.

Dave moved closer and sat with me on the bed. He gripped my cheeks and turned my gaze to himself, his eyes searching mine for a second. "Do you remember anything... from that night?" he asked, looking serious now.

I paused for a moment, realizing what he was asking. My arms loosened and my breaths felt a little uneasy; for six years now, I've avoided that night and every memory of it.

"Why did you ask?" I threw back.

Dave didn't speak; he stared guiltily instead. And slowly, he withdrew his hands, moving back a bit. "Nothing. Just want to know if you remember anything new," he said.

But I didn't believe him. For six years, he had avoided asking me questions about that night; now that he suddenly asked, something must be up.

"Get some rest." He dismissed me and stroked my hair gently.

He moved to get up, but I held him back.

Faye's words came to me and I hesitated for a second, not sure if that would work. I've always pretended to be a strong girl so that Dave wouldn't see me as a weak baby.

But acting fragile, would that really make him fall for me?

What if he thinks I'm too frail? He already thinks I'm too precious.