Page 49 of Coulda

He didn’t move but waited for her to follow his directions as he counted, “One, two, three…”

“What are you doing?” she pleaded.

“I’m counting the number of minutes this device in my hand will stay on.” He pressed it against her soft mound and activated the controller.

Vibrations instantly assailed her. Even at this location, he knew she could feel the effect on her body. “Eight, nine, ten.”

Staring at him in horror, she separated her legs. Immediately, he tucked the small vibrator into her pink folds against her sensitive clit. With regret, Rio removed his hand from the shielding blanket.

“Ten minutes,” he reminded her as he removed his laptop from his case to continue working. Moving deliberately, he created a timer display on the screen and set it to ten minutes. He opened his spreadsheets and resumed working. A few minutes later, he pressed the button on the small controller in his hand as he started the countdown.

Amber’s fingers clenched together on her lap as her gaze crashed into his. “No.”

“Don’t tell Daddy no.” Rio set the timer back to ten minutes and restarted it.

“Thirty seconds had already elapsed,” she protested, wiggling to get away from the vibration.

“Be good. I can always add time. Sit still. I could hold it in place if you’d prefer.”

Instantly, she shook her head no and tried to relax back against the seat.

Paying attention to her body language, Rio watched her squeeze her legs together and grip her fingers on the armrest next to her. He clicked on a document to cover the timer from her view and scanned the next problematic financial document as he made electronic notes.

When Amber stiffened in her chair, he turned off the device and stopped the timer before meeting her shocked gaze. “I was almost…”

“Here’s your diet cola and your water.”

They each accepted the glasses and a snack before the flight attendant moved on.

Amber lifted the plastic cup to her mouth and drank deeply. After lowering her tray, she set the glass down with a definite thud as she sent Rio a disgruntled look.

Rio selected the timer once again and reset it for ten minutes, replacing the two minutes she’d already experienced.

“Stop that.”

“We have several hours left on this flight. These ten minutes could stretch out to a long time.”

With a huff, she turned to look out the window. When several minutes passed and he didn’t turn the vibrator back on, she leaned close and asked, “What are you waiting for?”

“You haven’t learned yet who’s in charge. When you do, I’ll reward you with ten minutes of pleasure.”

He watched her peeved expression disappear from her face as Amber processed his words. It was up to her to decide if this was a punishment or a reward.

She sat quietly for a few more minutes as she finished her soda. When the flight attendant collected their empty cups, Amber carefully wiped any remnant of liquid from her tray before pulling her coloring book and pencils from her carryon. After a sideways glance at his computer screen, she chose a color and opened the book to a random page to begin decorating it.

Rio arranged his open documents so that the timer appeared in the corner of his screen. “Lift your pencil, Little girl.”

“What?” she asked, raising the red one in her hand as she turned to look at him.

Triggering the device and the timer, Rio leaned over to cup her face and kiss her lightly. He adjusted the blanket over her, casually brushing his fingertips across her erect nipples. A small gasp escaped from her lips at his caress.

Thanking the normal engine noise that covered the quiet hum between her legs and the small noises she tried to contain, Rio pressed his lips to her throat before whispering into her ear, “Who’s in charge, Little girl?”

“Daddy.”

“What does that mean?”

“Daddy gets to make the rules.”

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