Ciara's POV
He had turned the car back onto the road I knew led home.
I knew he was angry, but I wasn't sure why exactly. After all, he had forced me into a situation involving something I had no prior knowledge of - a "blow job." The fact that I had somehow managed to do it correctly four months ago didn't mean I actually knew how to perform it. It had just happened.
"Aren't we going to the toy store anymore, to get Frederick some new toys?" I asked.
He shot me a nerve-wracking glare and refocused his attention on the road.
I had no idea what to think or do anymore, and just sat still, my teeth clenched and my knees buckled in fear at the speed he was driving.
"Buckle up," he said after a long stretch of silence between us.
I didn't understand right away what he meant, and let out a confused "Huh?"
