"Go to the bathroom and take off your panties. Now," he whispered in his deep, guttural way that she loved so much. Without a second thought she stood up from her chair and made her way to the bathroom to remove the only layer of fabric standing between her soaking wet pussy and the possibility of being roughly finger fucked in public. She shut herself in a stall and pulled down her pink lace panties (Landon's favorite). They were totally soaked and Jane knew why. She had been a brat all day long, with the intention of getting Landon to treat her like the whore she was.
Jane folded her panties into a neat little square, and slipped them into the pocket of her skirt. She left the stall and began walking back to the table where she knew he would be waiting for her.
When she got back to the table, Landon held out his hand and Jane knew what that meant. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her panties. She handed them to him in front of the whole restaurant for anyone to see.
"Let's go," Landon said gruffly. He stood up and Jane noticed he had paid the bill while she was gone. His behavior hinted at actual anger, and Jane was concerned. She followed him out of the restaurant and they drove home together.
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They walked down the corridor, Landon leading the way as always. He exuded masculine energy that kept Jane on her toes, as she should be. When they reached his apartment Landon turned and looked at Jane with "that" look in his eyes, the one that made her stomach drop and her knees weak. He turned away from her and unlocked the apartment.
"Daddy? Is everything okay?" she asked him earnestly, genuinely worried that something was wrong.
All of the sudden Landon swiftly grabbed the back of Jane's neck plus a handful of her hair and shoved her into the apartment.
"Did I fucking say you could talk?," he said as he followed her inside, shutting the door behind them.
Once inside Landon spun Jane around to face him, never letting go of the grip he had on her hair. She was letting out little whimpers from the pain of the hair pulling, but he couldn't have cared less. Landon leaned in close to Jane while tugging harder on her hair, making her yelp.
"You've been a fucking problem today, you know that?" he whispered directly into her ear, making her even more fearful than she already was.
Knowing she would be punished more severely if she spoke out of turn, she kept quiet. He let her hair go, and for a moment she relaxed as the pain lessened. But then his hand made his way to her throat. At the same time, he pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. His strong grip immediately made her feel lightheaded. Landon looked directly into Jane's eyes as he choked her. Despite the overwhelming intensity of this, Jane could feel his erection pressing against her thigh through his jeans. Knowing abusing her made him hard gave her butterflies.
Suddenly Jane felt a sharp sting on her cheek as Landon smacked her. Tears automatically welled up in her eyes. Smack, smack, smack. She felt her ears ringing.
"Do you see what happens when you act like you did today? Huh?" He asked.
She nodded, trying to hold back the tears. She hated disappointing him but adored the punishment.
"Turn around," He growled.
His hand left her throat and she heard his belt being undone, a sound that elicited a Pavlovian response of arousal for her, not that she needed any more of that. She could already feel her wetness dripping down her thighs.
