Say You're Mine

When she opens her eyes, she has the decency to look at least a little ashamed. “Sorry.” She bites her bottom lip, and I shake my head.

“You’re not sorry at all.” I take my cock out from inside of her and rub it over her clit. I want every last drop of my cum on her. “But soon, little bit, you’ll have all of me.”

Chapter Thirteen

Iris

Looking out the window of the private plane, I realize that my parents did well, but this is a whole other level of money. I’ve never been on a private plane before, and it should be exciting and new. But right now, all I feel is dread because soon enough my whole world is going to change.

Dutch is once again pacing back and forth down the aisle of the plane. Every so often he makes a call or does something on his computer, but I don’t bother to ask. I don’t want him to dodge my questions, or worse, lie.

Last night was wonderful because for a few brief hours I got to forget about everything and everyone except Dutch. Sometimes he would be dirty and crude while he did things to me, but I craved it. He’d make me beg him to cum and then he’d use my body for his pleasure.

Other times it was slow and sweet with a gentle touch as he worshipped my body. He treated me like I was the most precious thing in the whole world to him, and I wanted to stay in that moment. The way he took care of me made me feel like he was truly doing it for no other reason than because he wanted to. He didn’t act like he was being paid to be here with me, or that he was in it for the money. Not with how he held me against him while I slept.

Too soon the sun was rising, and it was time for us to leave. For a brief moment I thought about running because I didn’t want to face any of them. Here I thought I had one set of parents doing everything they could to find me, and another set of parents devastated that I was stolen from them. But the truth is I have no one, at least when it’s time for Dutch to leave. Right now he’s all I’ve got, and I’m not ready for it to be over.

I’m not only going to lose my family when this is all said and done, but Dutch too. His mission to deliver me will be completed, and it stings to think of myself as nothing more than a job. He hasn’t given me a reason to think it’s more than that, and I can’t be mad about that either. He made it clear what we are and that I’m his until this is over. Then he’ll be off saving some other girl.

“What’s that face for, little bit? You look like an angry kitten.” He licks his lips, and his eyes eat me up.

The simple action has my body waking up. He has this control over me that I don’t understand. That should scare the crap out of me, but really I want more. I love his dominance because I’m safe there. I don’t have to think about anything other than the pleasure.

“Nothing,” I lie, trying to mask my jealousy at the thought of him taking care of someone else. Do other girls call him Daddy too?

He narrows his eyes on me, and his whole demeanor changes like a switch has been flipped. He stalks towards me, and I try to push back, but there’s nowhere for me to go. I'm on a long sofa Dutch put me on in case I felt like sleeping during the flight. He didn’t take me in the bedroom because he wanted to keep his eyes on me. Does he think I have a parachute hidden somewhere and that I’m trying to escape? I’m starting to realize Dutch is over the top in all aspects of his life, but I can’t say I hate it.

“Do you want to try that again?” I have to lean my head all that way back to meet his eyes. He towers over me, and my breathing starts to grow heavy.

“I’m fine.” I realize my mistake the second the word fine comes out of my mouth.

Dutch is on me in a second, draping me over his lap. He yanks my shorts and panties down my legs before I know what’s happening. I try and wiggle away, but it’s pointless as he slaps my bare ass.

“Stop moving,” he orders. It’s followed by another slap to my bare ass, and I gasp in surprise.

“You hit me.” His hand is now caressing the spot where his hand came down, and a strange tingle lights up through my body. I’m off kilter but not in a bad way. “Are you fucking crazy?”