Page 7 of Daddy's Stowaway

“You are correct, Antonia, the flight itself is eighteen hours, but we have a five-hour stopover in Los Angeles. Don’t worry; you will be kept very busy during our layover. Then we get on another flight for the remainder of the trip.”

She seemed worried. “What is wrong?” I asked as I leaned over to do up her seatbelt and place her tray back in an upright position.

“I’ve never done this before, and I’ve never been to L.A., or… well, I guess I’m just nervous. Will they let me on the second plane?”

I squeezed her hand encouragingly. “Everything will be just fine, I promise.” That seemed to appease her, and she kept hold of my hand until it was time for the passengers to unload. We were allowed off first, and strutting up the passenger bridge, I smiled. Definitely the best flight entertainment I’d ever had, and my cock went hard thinking about our private suite on the next flight.

Chapter 5

Antonia

I walked almost blindlyup the passenger bridge, thankful Alex had a firm grip on my arm. My legs felt like they had heavy weights attached to them, and my thinking was a little muddled. I blamed our second session for my current state of disorientation.

Alex was all business now as he led me down a different wing of the airport to where they had some duty-free shops. We stepped through the doorway of a rather large clothing store with an assortment of women’s fashions, and beside it was Gucci with a host of costly accessories and handbags. I looked at Alex for an explanation of why we’d stopped.

“We need to get you some clothing to get you started in Tahiti. First on our list, a travel outfit.”

Smelling money, no doubt, a sales clerk came hurrying over to Alex, completely ignoring me, and after greeting him, asked how she could help.

“A comfortable but chic outfit for traveling, and anything else you have that is appropriate for warm weather.”

The sales clerk, whose name tag read Debby, hustled me around the store while asking me a series of questions I didn’t have answers for. Seeing my distress, Alex joined us.

“Antonia is size six, and with her coloring, I don’t want anything too bright or with a yellow undertone. She would prefer soft fabrics that hug her curves without being showy.”

I sighed with relief, as he’d just shared what I was thinking and couldn’t for the life of me put into words. I blamed my blankness on the pleasure stupor I was still experiencing from our last session in the bathroom.

After trying on everything the sales associate thrust at me, I exited the change room an hour later dressed in my traveling outfit, with a few bags besides. I didn’t match Alex in the presentation department, but I no longer looked like a homeless person.

As he hustled us next door, I caught a glimpse of us in a mirror and was surprised by how right we looked together. I glanced at him to see if he noticed, but if he did, his expression didn’t indicate it; he was focused on our next store, Gucci.

“Ugh, do we have to? This place is so pretentious, and seriously, how many animals gave their lives so some designer could make a stupid profit on all this crap?” I said, waving my hand around to encompass everything in the store.

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’re not ungrateful, are you, naughty girl? Because if so, I will walk you over to the family bathroom and tan your backside.”

That was a good question, and in asking it, I realized I could misbehave anytime I wanted, and now he wasn’t the only one with the twinkle in his eyes.

“Really, Daddy,” I said, blinking innocent eyes at him. “I didn’t mean to be a bad girl. Maybe I do need a lesson.” I was playing, and it was fun now that I better understood my role.

Standing at the first row of purses, Alex pulled me to a standstill. “I know you think this is a game, Antonia, but I assure you, this isn’t playtime. Trust me when I say, if I want to punish you, I can make you very uncomfortable.” He leaned forward and tweaked my nipple through my bra and shirt.

I squeaked in surprise, but he didn’t let go, and as the pressure increased, the sting built at an alarming rate. I began to squirm, knowing anyone watching us would know what he was doing. But it felt so dirty and sexy at the same time to have him do this to me in plain sight of everyone, yet no one seemed to notice.

“If you don’t like this store, what do you say?”

I thought I just said what I meant, but clearly, he was looking for a different answer.

“Uh, thank you, Daddy, but I prefer something less ostentatious?” He smiled at me and released my nipple. I was torn between wanting to rub the tingling one and begging him to even out the girls by doing the other one. The stinging throb his rough treatment left behind turned me on, and my euphoric fog dissipated, replaced by need.

Alex pulled me to him and whispered in my ear. “Behave yourself until we board, and you will reap a rich reward.”

His husky words sent a tingle up my spine, and I shivered. “By reward, I hope you mean having a whole lot more orgasms because every time you do something to me, I get horny.”

Alex laughed and hooked his free arm through mine. “Let’s go, my horny girl, and get you some new shoes and a purse. What else do you need? Cosmetics? Toiletries?”

His willingness to get me whatever I needed set off a trigger I didn’t know I had, and I shut down. Shaking my head, I said, “No, nothing.”

Ever perceptive, Alex noticed the shift but chose not to address it. Instead, he directed me to a coffee shop, and we found an out-of-the-way place to sit.

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