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I stiffened and his hands pressed against the outside of my thighs.
“You will eat and drink what I give you like a good girl unless you want to go back over Daddy’s knee for another spanking that will leave you sobbing and very sore after which you will sit down, and I will serve you again.”
I nodded with a soft sniffle. My defiance from before seemed mostly tempered for the time being. He wasn’t asking me to do circus tricks or anything, or even taking advantage by demanding odd sexual favors. All he wanted was for me to eat. All in all, it was a perfectly reasonable request. My stomach chose that exact moment to growl like a damn dinosaur and to his credit, he silenced a chuckle, but he couldn’t hide the amused glint that sparkled in his eyes.
“Okay,” I offered.
He stood and slowly guided me to my seat. When I sat down, I flinched, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t gloat or say anything to make fun of me. It was almost as if the spanking hadn’t happened, but we both knew it did. He strode to the back of the plane and poured another full glass of orange juice. I listened as he started to prepare some type of food and when he finally returned, I was delighted to see what appeared to be a first-class meal on a tray. There was a basket of warm bread and a plateful of spaghetti and meatballs still steaming hot. He put the glass of juice down, along with water, before he passed me some utensils.
“You don’t need to eat every bite, but I want you to make a good dent in your meal.”
He sat down in his seat, staying next to me as I dug in. The food was absolutely delicious, so good it seemed almost criminal to be airplane food. I used several warm pieces of bread to sop up the extra sauce, delighting in the spicy flavor. The sauce was clearly handmade and not the cheap store-bought stuff I was used to.
His gaze was warm as he watched me out of the corner of his eye. I was certain that my face was cherry tomato red, feeling very much like a scolded little girl with a sore bottom. I had to admit that it was nice to have someone watching over me instead of only having myself. My pussy was practically weeping at this point and my clit never ceased its endless throbbing.
Was that part of the punishment too?
Why did the whole thing make me yearn to reach between my thighs and come with what would most certainly be the hardest orgasm of my life?
He stayed with me until I’d eaten my fill. When I was done, he glanced over, and I blushed as he assessed my work. The pasta and bread had been really filling, so much so that I’d only polished off about half of it. I blushed, suddenly worrying that I’d be put back over his knee, but then he smiled, and he said the words that I didn’t know I wanted to hear.
“Good girl. Would you still like a tequila sunrise?”
For the first time that day, I smiled, a very real smile that made him break out in one of his own.
“Yes, please. I’d like that very much.”
For a second, he lingered, his gaze meeting my own, and I got the feeling that he wanted to say something more but didn’t. Eventually, he turned and headed to the back of the plane. I watched him, wondering what would be waiting for me in Boston.
I had a feeling that my whole life was about to change.
CHAPTER10
Caitlin
The plane ride across the country took hours and my exhaustion eventually overtook me. When Cormac had noticed my eyes were drifting closed after he’d put on a movie for me, he carried me over to the couch that apparently also doubled as a bed and set me up with a pillow and a warm blanket. I didn’t have the energy to tell him that I could do it myself, but it kind of felt nice to be taken care of that way.
I wouldn’t tell him, but it was actually kind of sweet.
I slept hard and when I woke up again, the plane had landed, and he was carrying me down the gangway. Sleepily, I curled my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder to avoid the spotlights of the airport. I groaned. They shouldn’t be allowed to be that bright.
“Where are we?” I asked, my voice still a sleepy murmur.
“We’re home now, Caitlin,” he answered, his voice soft and tender.
“Boston?” I asked, mine no louder than a hushed whisper.
“Yes,” he replied, and his arms squeezed me tighter.
I breathed in, soaking up the masculine scent of his cologne, and relaxed. He carried me off the tarmac, through the small private airport and to the limo waiting right outside the door. He sat down in the backseat with me in his lap. I was so tired that I fell asleep again, still safe in his arms.
I didn’t wake until a long while later to find myself in a heavenly soft bed that was so luxurious that it was as if I was sleeping on a cloud. The blankets were pulled up to my chin and I knew that Cormac had tucked me into bed himself. The knowledge of that made me blush a little, but then I realized that my legs were bare. I reached down, feeling my t-shirt and bra still in place. When I ventured further, I noticed that my tights and skirt were missing, but my panties were still where they had been before.
Had he undressed me himself? Had my bottom still been pink?
Had that made his cock hard?
A visceral jolt of desire raced through me. Slowly, I turned over on my belly and reached back to cup my bottom. It was still warm after all. Cormac had burst into my life like a sudden storm. He had enough money and power to literally take me for himself across the country, a feat no man should be capable of.
