Page 22 of Dr. Billionaire
Mark was ominously quiet for the rest of the drive to his place, and Jenna wondered for the hundredth time since she’d met him what exactly she’d gotten herself into.
She knew from his little speech that he was going to “deal with her behavior.” Was he going to spank her again? Or… punish her with his cock again? Her pussy clenched at the thought, and without meaning to she let out a small whine.
Mark lifted his eyebrows when he heard it, but otherwise kept his eyes on the road.
The worst part of this whole thing was that whatever he chose to do with her, she had already agreed to it. She had chosen to go home with him so that he could “deal with her” instead of being dropped off at her apartment. She had even called him ‘sir’.
What was wrong with her?
By the time they’d pulled into the underground garage, Jenna had worked herself up all over again. So much so that whenMark walked around to her side and opened the door for her, offering his hand, she completely froze.
“Come on out,” he said gently. He could probably feel the anxiety radiating off of her.
Jenna shook her head.
“I know you’re nervous, babygirl,” he said, his hand still extended as if he expected her to take it.
That was it? No offer to ease her nervousness by, say… not doing whatever it was he had planned?
Her throat was dry as she spoke. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to give you what you’ve needed for a while. Now, are you going to come out of the car like a good girl, or am I going to have to carry you?”
Jenna swallowed hard as a sudden realization hit her. This wasn’t going to be like the first time Mark had given her a playful spanking, or like the second time when he had given her a fucking after she’d asked for one. He had been dominant with her during those, of course, but she had ultimately been the one in control. She could have walked out or ended things at any time.
He had given her that freedom until now, and what had she done with it? Used it to ghost him and sulk and feel conflicted and send him all sorts of mixed messages.
This time, he clearly wasn’t giving her a choice.
Well, except apparently whether to go with him willingly to receive her punishment or have him throw her over his shoulder like a caveman.
Since there was a small public lobby they would have to walk through before reaching his private elevator, she decided to choose the “good girl” option—a term her mind labeled as something she should find condescending, but which instead only seemed to grow the wet spot she already felt on her panties.
Taking his hand, she let him lead her inside.
The elevator seemed to move at a snail’s pace, and Jenna shuffled her feet. She really wished she had at least brushed her hair this morning, and she couldn’t even remember what panties she was wearing. Nothing sexy though, she was sure of that.
As soon as they were inside, Mark pointed to the living room. “Go wait for me by the couch, hands on your head.”
His voice was much sterner than she’d heard from him before, and her feet seemed to obey before her mind could even process what he’d said. Walking into the living room, she stood in front of the sectional, her eyes falling to the cushions she had stared at last time as she was bent over for her fucking.
Mark wasn’t far behind, and he raised a single eyebrow as he approached. She looked at him, confused for a moment, before remembering his instructions and placing both of her hands on top of her head. His look softened, and he stopped when he was standing a few feet away from her, letting his eyes roam up and down her body.
She didn’t like this position, she decided. It made her feel too vulnerable, like she couldn’t cover anything. She made her opinion clear by giving a small stamp of one of her feet, and Mark raised his eyes to hers with a look of mild amusement.
“You’re going to take off your clothes for me, Jenna, one piece at a time. Then I’m going to inspect every part of your body thoroughly to make sure you’re not injured from your accident.”
“I’m not, I told you. I’m fine!” Jenna protested.
Striding over to her, Mark wound his arm tightly around her waist, holding her still as his right hand came down hard twice in the middle of her bottom.
“Ow!” Jenna yelped, her hands flying down to cover her backside.
“Hands on your head,” he barked, and Jenna whimpered as she obeyed.
“You’re going to learn to listen to me the first time, little girl, or this lesson is going to be much more difficult for you. Now, strip. Pants first.”
Jenna kicked off her shoes, then reached down with quivering fingers to undo the drawstring of her fuzzy, plaid pajama bottoms. She pushed them down over her hips and let them drop to her feet, taking a moment to note which panties she had on underneath.
