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Chapter One
Evander
One glorious night at Black Light hadn’t been enough.
Three more nights hadn’t assuaged his need.
Watching his new submissive flutter nervously around the cabin of his private jet like a demented butterfly, Evander was beginning to believe a lifetime wasn’t sufficient to love her the way she needed; it would take the rest of this life alone to persuade her she was worthy of his love, never mind showing her what it entailed.
Amused, he moved to settle in his usual seat, setting his briefcase on the table. There was so much work to catch up on after spending all his time holed up in the hotel room with Callie, but it would wait until he put her down for a nap.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to become a Daddy Dom, yet he was discovering he possessed a natural aptitude. Perhaps it helped that Callie repressed her Little for long periods of time unless she felt scared or anxious. The slow unveiling of that part of her gave him an opportunity to learn at a slower pace, study her triggers, adapt to the subtle swings of her personality.
When Elias stepped into the cabin, his dark eyebrows rose high as his eyes widened in surprise. “Ah, sir…we’re ready to take off whenever…” He cleared his throat gently when Callie jerked in surprise and flattened herself against the nearest seat. “Whenever you are. Would you like me to get the lady something to drink?”
“Give me five minutes, Elias.”
“Of course, sir.” With a slight incline of his head, the man retreated again.
Evander blew out a long breath. “Sweetness, come here.”
“They’re not safe.”
With her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail that kissed her shoulder blades, dressed in baggy black sweatpants and a faded green hoody, she looked a good decade younger than her twenty-eight years. That was slightly disconcerting, considering the fourteen-year age gap between them.
As she hurried back to her suitcase, which lay open on the floor near the door, he sighed and got to his feet, intercepting her on the return journey. Gently, he pried the stuffed elephant from her white-knuckled hands and set it on the seat beside them.
“Callie, just take a breath for me.”
“I can’t. I need to—”
“Breathe,” he commanded in a no-nonsense tone. “It’s okay, sweetness. I know there are a lot of changes happening. This is a big step for you, but we’re taking it together, right?”
Soft lips trembled with nerves as he cupped her face in one hand, tilting her head back until her gray eyes were forced to meet his. Adorably innocent, fully regressed, and far too frightened for his liking.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re scared of flying, Callie?” he asked curiously.
“I-I’m not.” Her voice carried the subdued tone of a child who’d been taught not to admit weakness. “I’m not s-scared of anything.”
A nasty trick, courtesy of her parents. Although he hadn’t managed to dig much information on her parents out of her yet, he was sure he’d detest them. Between them and Daniel the Dick, who’d come perilously close to breaking her, the only positive influence in her life he’d discovered so far was her best friend, Shona.
Lifting his eyebrow, Evander cast a disbelieving eye around the seats in the cabin. The jet was designed to carry up to twelve passengers; a half-dozen of the available seats were occupied by the stuffies she’d painstakingly packed into her small suitcase that morning.
Each one was strapped securely into a chair.
It spoke volumes that she’d hardly brought along any clothes. Her priorities were quite clear: her stuffies and her laptop.
“You’re scared of more than you’ll admit,” he admonished without heat. “Is the elephant the last one?”
She nodded miserably.
Kissing her forehead, he released her. “Make sure he’s safe, then go to the bathroom. Toward the back of the plane,” he told her as her expression went blank. “On the left. I’ll be right here when you come back.”
“You’re not mad?”
He barely refrained from growling. Daniel had wounded her in too many ways to count; physically, emotionally, psychologically. His anger toward the asshole was still running high, spiking whenever he saw the scars on her back, ass, and thighs. “No, Callie. I’m not mad. Do what you need to, then come and sit with me.”
Her hands shook as she picked up the elephant. As she darted off to find an empty seat for the stuffie, Evander walked to her suitcase, tsking under his breath when he realized just how little she’d thrown in it aside from her beloved stuffies, and closed it with a snap. Securing it where it couldn’t knock anyone out if they hit turbulence, he returned to his seat.
