Page 4 of Daddy's Stowaway

To my embarrassment, he wiped between my legs and paid careful attention to my swollen nether lips. When he was done, he grabbed some fresh ones from the basket and patted me dry. He helped me dress, minus my underwear which he deposited in his pocket, and escorted me back to my seat. No words were spoken, and I began to feel as if my life had become a moving picture. Once I was seated, albeit painfully, he fastened my seat belt.

I didn’t say anything; after all, what could I say? Thank you for giving me my first orgasm in a bathroom, my first spanking, my first time on a plane? My inner recitation began to sound like a Dr. Seuss book. When he was back in his seat, he turned his gaze my way.

“Now, naughty girl, say thank you, Daddy, for my punishment and reward.”

I felt the instant rush of blood flood my cheeks and my vagina squeeze in response to his words.

“Thank you, Daddy, for punishing me.” I paused and gulped. “And, uh, the reward, it was really, uh, good.”

Alexander’s eyes glinted. “Oh, this is only the beginning of what I plan on doing with you, sweet Antonia.”

There it was again, the electric bolt shooting through me down to my core and making me wet all over again. How could one man cause such a reaction in me?

“Nap now,” he said, pressing the button to make my seat lay back into a bed. “You’ll need your strength.”

I was about to deny needing anything but was overcome by a huge yawn. Maybe a bit of a nap would be a good thing. After all, I hadn’t slept properly since my escape.

Chapter 2

Alexander

I watchedher from the corner of my eye. The hungry desperation I saw in her mien radiated from her in waves. She was a diamond in the rough, and I wanted to be the one who polished and savored the jewel, restoring her to full luster.

I knew why she was at the airport. It didn’t require deep introspection to see that she was here to get on a flight, and she had no money. I had watched her for some time before making an appearance. Suspecting she wouldn’t be able to resist the ticket, I purposely left it hanging precariously from my overcoat pocket.

I was impressed by her quick and smooth movements to retrieve my ticket. I could tell the two ladies I spoke with had no idea what was really going on. But I had grown up in the airline industry and had spent hours with my father watching people. From when I was a young lad, he showed me identifiable qualities in dress, mannerisms, and actions.

Her intentions may be unnoticeable to my female companions but not to me; she may as well have been wearing a sign that said “thief”. Unfortunately for me, my father had died suddenly and left me with his airline far too young. At twenty-eight years old, I have traveled the world three times and seen things most people only dream about. I have had sex with a myriad of women ranging from the wealthiest of foreign dignitaries to a simple romp in the sheets on a layover with a flight attendant.

I could say that I was desensitized by all of my experiences which were almost a blur. I didn’t often find anything or anyone that stimulated a reaction from me. But something about this one young woman did. Despite her overly large weathered t-shirt, you could see she had perfect breasts that would sit in a man’s hands like ripe fruit. Her jeans fit well, albeit they were threadbare and did nothing to hide her heart-shaped ass, which happened to be my favorite curvature on a woman.

Her golden hair was like finely woven thread, and I wanted to run my hands through it and feel her silky locks. Her complexion was quite pale, and with no makeup on, lent to a fragility in her appearance. Add to that her green eyes shone with hunger and determination, and I was hooked.

When she scuttled off with my ticket, presumably to the bathroom to find out just how good her prize was, I laughed inwardly, my Dom rubbing his hands together in anticipation. I just couldn’t resist being a Daddy, and this one clearly needed one, desperately.

I strolled to the counter and retrieved another ticket. Our section on the plane was good, generous in its privacy, but would only take us to California, where we would transfer onto Air France in the premier class. This would give us a private suite with a bed, world-class food, and the best service flying offered.

I saw my errant stowaway exit a bathroom and head for the terminal. I knew she had never flown before, for if she had, she would know that you can’t use someone else’s ticket. No, this was a determined act made by a desperate girl, and I would swoop in and save her.

I couldn’t wait to play the part of the wronged victim and spank that perfect ass of hers. She would provide hours of entertainment on an otherwise dull journey to the base of my family-owned hotel chain. I’d decided I needed to attend to an internal issue no one else could deal with. I would, of course, put her up there once we landed. But she didn’t know that yet, or anything about who I was or my plans for her.

When I entered the plane and moved to our first-class section, it was hard not to laugh when her face blanched, becoming whiter if possible. Then she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. I introduced myself, and she sighed in resignation, giving up the game by saying it was nice to see me again. We both knew there was no way she hadn’t stolen the ticket, but neither of us was willing to talk about the elephant in the room or plane in this case.

When she said her full name, Antonia Bloom, my heart squeezed. I’d read a news article about what had befallen her family. The parents were shot and killed while walking home from a movie in a dicier side of Detroit. Their only daughter, sixteen-year-old Antonia, had gone missing. That was about five years ago, and I wondered where she had been all this time. I fully intended to find out and make the wrongs in her life right. I was rich, well connected, and, when you fucked with something I cared about, deadly. And my little Toni was definitely proving to be something I cared about.

Chapter 3

Antonia

“Toni…Antonia, wake up; it’s time to eat.”

My nose informed me long before my other senses that something delicious waited for me. I opened an eye to see a tray laden with food before me. I started to salivate and quickly put my chair in the upright position.

“Oh my god, this smells so good. What is it?”

Alexander eyed me with surprise. “Have you never had steak before? If not, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this one; it’s top of the line.”

I wanted to laugh at what I imagined a top-of-the-line cow to look like. I picked up my fork and knife and took a bite. As I chewed, an explosion of flavors released, and I let out an involuntary moan. The texture was almost buttery, moist, and savory. I quickly took another bite and was vaguely aware that Alexander was watching me eat. I stuffed in a forkful of mashed potatoes and green beans marinated in some type of sauce that also melted in my mouth.

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