Page 8 of Wedding Daddy

“I thought about that.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I’m not your father,” he said quietly. “That is not my job.”

“You can be my Daddy if you want,” she whispered, her voice dropping low. It should sound weird and cringe to say things like this, but looking at him, it felt right. “I mean, I did ask you if you wanted to know if I was a slut.”

“Now, that’s something that deserves a spanking,” he said, his eyes flashing with exasperation. “I still can’t believe you called yourself that.”

“What do you want me to call myself, then?” she asked breathlessly. A look crossed his face, and she instantly knew he’d thought of something. “Go on,” she said. “Say it. I want to know.”

He paused for so long she was close to giving up. “I’ll call you Princess,” he finally whispered. “And every time you do something I don’t like, I’ll turn you over my knees and spank you until your ass turns red.”

Jill bit her lower lip to hold back a moan. “And when I do something you do like?”

“Then I’ll make you feel good.”

“How?”

“There are so many ways I can do that. I could use my hands, my mouth, and if you’ve been a really good girl, I’ll even give you my...”

“Say it,” she whispered, his words so stirring she had to keep her legs tightly closed together to dull the storm he was wreaking between them. “What will you give me if I’m a really good girl for you?”

He looked into her eyes and slowly shook his head. “I think this has gone on too far,” he said, moving away from her.

“No!” she cried, her disappointment so gut wrenching it felt like a fist. “Don’t be a tease.”

“It’s just the first hour in a twenty-hour flight. You want my advice, try to get some rest. I think I’ll do the same.”

“Fine,” she said, huffing and puffing as she sat back in her seat. She was wet between her legs, her nipples were hard and aching, and she was too aroused to try to sleep.

It didn’t help that he seemed so unbothered by any of it. He had simply picked up his magazine and resumed reading like nothing had happened. Like it wasn’t just a few minutes since he was talking about spanking her and making her feel good with his mouth, and hands, and...

Jill bit back a groan and tried to ignore him, but it was hard. Her body was so attuned to him that every time he flipped a page, she wished it was her skin those fingers were flicking through. Unable to take it anymore, she decided she was going to the restroom or anywhere else on the plane. She had to move away from him, or she was scared she would do something crazy like leap on him and beg him to take her.

“Excuse me,” she said as she got to her feet, wishing now that she’d taken the aisle seat. “I need to use the restroom.”

“Sure,” he said, sitting up and moving his long leg out of the way.

As she tried to walk past him, her foot caught the edge of the chair, and she tumbled forward, falling right into his lap. He caught her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and holding her up.

Jill braced herself on his chest, her cheeks turning red as she looked up at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” Their eyes met, and she snapped her mouth shut. If she had any doubt that he wanted her, she could see it in his eyes and feel it in the thick logpressing against her ass. The desire in those eyes held her in a thrall, and all she could do was look up at him.

“I should spank you for this,” he whispered, his voice throaty and hoarse.

“Do it,” she replied immediately, too aroused to be shy. “Stop threatening to spank me if you’re not actually going to do it. It’s not fair.”

“Like any of this is fair to me,” he whispered. “Fuck me, I shouldn’t want to do any of this with you.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“I told you already, I’m old enough.”

“You keep saying that, and I wonder if you know what you’re really asking for.”

“Who cares,” she said, not looking away from him. “It’s just you and me right now. And we’re in international airspace, so what we do here doesn’t matter.”

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