AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Jaxon reaches out and taps my mouth with his fingers. “Put that lip away, little girl. No pouting.”
I stick my lower lip out further, just to show him that he’s not as in charge as he thinks he is, and then I smile cheekily. Part of me thinks that Jaxon secretly likes my sassy, bratty side. He reaches under my skirt, his fingers snaking around to my bottom, pinching my flesh between his fingers.
“I like knowing that my little girl is bare bottomed under her skirt.” He winks, then turns me so I’m facing the wall, pressing his hand between my shoulder blades, just as he did in the tiny aircraft bathroom. I suck in a breath.
There’s uncomfortable pressure as he pulls the plug out of me, then relief.
“Good girl,” Jaxon murmurs. Then he crouches beside me, my panties in his hand. Gently, he lifts up my left foot and slidesmy panties over my ankle. He does the same with my right foot. Then slowly, so slowly, he stands up, sliding my panties up my legs. I’ve never had anyone dress me before. Not that I can remember, anyway. And there’s something so incredibly erotic about it.
His hands make my skin tingle everywhere they touch. Once my panties are in position, he swipes his finger across the cotton gusset. After having the plug in me, my senses are heightened so much and just his simple touch is almost enough to send me into orbit. I arch my back, thrusting my pussy out, silently begging him to touch me.
“You’re so wet, you naughty little girl.” His voice is a growl, rough with lust. “Do you know what happens to naughty little girls who get so wet like this?”
His fingers continue their trail on the outside of my panties, up and down my sodden slit, pressing the cotton inside me just enough so it feels like there’s nothing between my skin and his touch. He flicks my swollen clit, rubbing circles rightthereas his fingers work my pulsing pussy.
“No, Daddy.” I breathe the words. “What happens?”
He smacks my pussy, through my panties, with his fingers, leaving behind a delicious little sting that draws a moan from deep in my throat.
“They get their pussies spanked,” he whispers.
I want him to slide his fingers under my panties and inside me. I want to feel him properly. The torment of having the thin fabric barrier between us is driving me crazy. But he doesn’t do what I want. Instead, he leans forward almost in front of me, his eyes lock on mine, and his thumb on my clit circles franticallywhile his fingers delve just inside my pussy, barely breaching my entrance.
“And their orgasm makes their panties even wetter.” His voice is deep, low, rough. Husky with arousal. His erection presses against me, but he doesn’t free it. Instead, he concentrates on my tingling lady parts, his fingers still working me over my panties, every delicate movement leading me closer and closer to ecstasy.
“Come for me, Jade.” His thumb circles my clit again, his fingers press into my dampness. “Come for me right now.”
And just like that, I fly apart, my knuckles white as I press my hands hard against the wall and try to stifle my scream by biting my lip. My entire body shakes as the powerful orgasm rips through me, waves of pleasure washing over me again and again.
“My god, Jaxon,” I gasp, leaning my forehead against the cool of the wall.
“Daddy,” he corrects.
Then, before the orgasm has fully worked its way through me, before I’ve come back to earth, he slaps my pussy again, his fingers landing with asplaton my wet panties.
“You naughty, naughty little girl!” he scolds in pretend outrage. “Your panties are absolutely drenched! I hope you know you’re going to have to sit in these wet panties on the plane. The whole way to Dunedin, these wet panties are going to remind you what a naughty little girl you are.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words hitch in my throat, and when I get them out, they’re croaky and scratchy, a mere whisper, but they’re sincere.
“Come on, little girl,” Jaxon commands, trying to hurry me up. “We’ve got a plane to catch.”
“I can’t even walk yet,” I mutter. “My legs are like jelly. I’m going to fall.”
“You’re not going to fall, little girl,” Jaxon insists as he unlocks the door, not giving me a choice but to hurriedly adjust my clothing and straighten up. “I won’t let you fall. Trust me, baby girl. I won’t let you fall.” As if to prove it, he wraps his strong arm around my waist, holding me securely against him. “Trust me, Jade.”
“I trust you, Daddy,” I murmur happily, still half delirious with exquisite pleasure.
Jaxon was right: this plane is much smaller than the one we flew to New Zealand on. But I’m not fighting him this time. I’m not begging for more space. Instead, I’m getting to know Jaxon. Every second of the entire two-hour flight—from when we boarded the plane at Auckland until it touched down on the tarmac at Dunedin—we talked. And talked. He told me about his childhood: happy until his mother died when he was young, leaving him floundering and lost. His childhood sounded pretty sad. Much worse than mine. Turns out we’ve got more in common than I thought.
By the time we land in Dunedin, I think we know each other pretty well.
There’s another Mercedes waiting for us outside the airport. Silver this time. Not quite as nice as the one we had in Auckland,but nice enough. The first thing I notice about Dunedin is it’s cold. Like, really cold! Much colder than Auckland. It’s meant to be spring here, but you’d never know it based on how cold it is. I shiver, and Jaxon wraps his arm around me, hugging me close.
“Hop in the car, little girl, and I’ll get our bags sorted.”
I do as he says, glad to escape the biting wind. I don’t wait for him to open the door for me; I open it myself. I’m slowly getting used to not being treated as some kind of spoiled princess and doing things for myself. It’s empowering, in a weird kind of way. Who would think that independence would feel so good? If Jaxon thinks there’s anything odd about me opening the door myself, he doesn’t say so. I just wait, ogling his sexy ass, as he loads our luggage into the car and returns the cart. I’m tempted to pinch myself to make sure this is real. Just a few days ago, I was vomiting in gutters, stalked by paparazzi, barely even aware of my surroundings. Now I’m in a different country on the other side of the world, a gorgeous man by my side, and no drugs or alcohol or vomit in sight. Even better, I’m happy, something I haven’t been in a very long time.
Our hotel is right in the centre of Dunedin, on the fourth floor of a modern, light-filled building with a parking garage underneath. This city is much smaller than Auckland, and although this hotel is modern, the city is a smorgasbord of ancient architecture, with historic buildings everywhere. The streets are steep and narrow, a far cry from the wide, flat streets of Auckland. The whole place seems to move at a much slower pace from what I’m used to. I like it.
