CHAPTER 8
TABITHA
Gathering every bit of courage I have, I part my lips. But the move only earns me a quiet laugh in response.
“I said openwide, babygirl.” He squeezes his cock, the movement drawing my attention to the bulbous head glistening with the beginnings of his release. “You’re going to have to do better than that to take me.”
A whimper lodges itself in my throat, but I refuse to let it loose. Swallowing it down, I force my jaw to open, and this time I’m rewarded with a soft hum of approval.
“Good girl. Watch your teeth.”
It never would have occurred to me to do anything to hurt him. But with that singular warning, he fills my mind with images of him screaming in pain as he grabs his bleeding dick. And as that same dick fills my mouth, the salty taste of him making me want to gag, I’m so, so tempted to bite down.
Do it. Prove you’re not just a helpless, spineless little girl. Be the princess slaying her own dragons!
I should. God knows I want to. And yet, something still holds me back. I try to convince myself it’s strategic, that I’m being smart by not risking his wrath.
But deep in my soul, I know the truth.
I’m just a coward.
Bitter tears fill my eyes, but I don’t have long to wallow in my self-pity before a sudden tugging sensation pulls me forward even further and all my energy is focused on getting enough air into my lungs as my throat contracts around the hard length of him. I realize with growing horror that he’s using my pigtails to guide me, to bend me to his will.
“Fuck.” His low groan fills my ears as he holds me in place, forcing me to gag around him. “Your mouth feels almost as good as your tight little cunt, babygirl.”
Again that fuzzy warmth fills my chest, humiliating me even further. I shouldnotfeel proud of myself for giving him pleasure.
That’s exactly what I feel, though, and no amount of shame seems to quell the satisfaction every grunt, every groan, every murmuredgood girlgives me.
I don’t have much room to move with his tight grip on my braids holding me in place, but I manage to hollow my cheeks around him, and that move earns me a loud hiss of pained pleasure.
“Such a good fucking girl you are, taking Daddy’s cock down your throat like a goddamn pro. Do you want Daddy to fill your cute little tummy right up, baby? My needy little girl. So greedy for Daddy’s cum.”
His words spur me on, and I bob my head as much as his hold on me allows. My jaw is aching and my throat is burning, but he’s right. Iamgreedy for him. For all of him. And I’m not going to stop until he gives me exactly what I want.
And when he goes still beneath me, pain stabbing at my skull as his hold on my hair tightens, his low growl echoing around the pain, I’m again filled with that shameful pride. His release fills my mouth, hot and salty enough to make me gag all over again.
“Swallow,” he commands, his voice low and rough, like someone has taken sandpaper to his vocal chords. “If you spill a single drop, Daddy will fill your bottom up next.”
I have absolutely no desire to letthatthing anywhere near my bottom hole, so I immediately swallow, ignoring the vague sense of nausea that roils in my stomach.
When I’ve finally taken all of him into my tummy, he releases his hold on my hair so I can sit back on my haunches. He’s still wearing that smug smile from before, but it doesn’t stir anger inside me this time. Instead it stirs more pride, more satisfaction of my own. BecauseIdid that to him. I made him swear and moan and lose control.
Me. Not Kerry.
Me.
“What a very good girl you are,” he murmurs, giving one of my braids a tug that is more playful than demanding now. “Come here, baby. Let Daddy hold you.”
It is, I suppose, another way to stake my claim, so I do as I’m told and climb up into his lap, snuggling against his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
“Normally I would reward my good girl with an orgasm of her own. But you were very naughty before takeoff, weren’t you, little one?”
Judging by the censure in his tone, I should feel ashamed of my disobedience. I had good reasons for my rebellion, though, so it’s difficult for me to muster up anything other than smug pride in my boldness.
I am at least smart enough not to tell him that to his face, however, so I sniffle quietly and nod, the very picture of a repentant Little girl. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”
“Thank you for that very nice apology, baby.” The hand gripping my hip drifts down to my thigh, gently stroking the skinleft bare by my dress. “If you’re a good girl the rest of the flight, Daddy will let you come when we get home.”
