Say You’re Mine by Alexa Riley

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?”

His hand comes down on me again, and this time it’s harder. The pain shoots straight from my ass to my clit, and my shout turns into a moan of unexpected pleasure.

“Watch your fucking mouth, little bit,” he growls, slipping his hand down the crack of my ass and to my sex.

“That’s not fair,” I huff. How come he gets to curse all he wants and I don’t? I try and wiggle away again, but his fingers press into my clit and rub small circles.

“Your cunt is enjoying your spanking.”

“Yes.” I’m not sure if I’m agreeing with him or the pleasure he’s giving me right now. I try to lift my backside, but he pulls his hand away. It comes down on my ass again, and I cry out.

“I said to stop moving.”

I go completely still in his lap and obey his order. What the hell is happening to me?

“I think you need someone to take care of you, and you’re fucking pushing me to see if I’m up to the challenge.”

“That’s ridiculous.” My heart is pounding so hard I’m almost positive he can hear it.

“Is that so?” he says before he lands another smack to my ass.

“Daddy!” I shout, my nails digging into his calf so that I’m hanging on. I don’t know why that word keeps popping out of my mouth when I get all worked up.

His hand comes down again and again without a break, and instead of hating it, my entire body is aching.

“Please, Daddy, please.” I don’t beg him to stop, but to make me cum.

He sits me up and pulls my shirt and bra off, leaving me naked in his lap. I can see where my sex had been resting on his thigh because of the giant wet spot on his jeans. He grips my chin.

“You don’t keep things from me.”

I nod in agreement. “I’m sorry,” I say, hating the disappointment in his eyes.

“Prove it,” he orders, releasing my chin. “Get on your knees.” I slip off his lap and kneel in front of him. “You’re going to suck my cock until I come down your pretty throat. I don’t care if you’re choking on it or that flight attendant comes back in here. You keep sucking because all that matters to you now is pleasing me.”

I love everything he said except the part about the flight attendant.

“You want her to see you?” I glare up at him.

“She won’t see anything if your mouth is wrapped around my cock like it’s supposed to be. If anything, she’ll realize this cock is yours to take care of. No one else’s.” Oh god. What is he doing to me?

I watch as he pulls his jeans down a bit before his cock springs free. I’m so worked up the second it’s out of his pants I have my mouth wrapped around him. The sweet saltiness of him lights up my world.

“You're greedy for Daddy in your mouth.” His hand grips my hair and pulls me free. “You want this cock all to yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he praises before he guides me by my hair back to his hard length.

I dig my nails into his legs as I suck him all the way to the back of my throat. I gag a few times before I start to get the hang of it, but his groans of approval make me more than eager.

“Ready for your reward, little girl?” I moan around his cock. “Fuck, I can’t hold back.”

A loud groan comes from him as he spills deep down my throat. I don't stop sucking, wanting every last drop as I circle the head with my tongue, making sure I get it all. I try taking him all the way in my mouth again, but he pulls me up onto the sofa. I really am greedy for him.

He bends me over onto my knees with my ass high in the air.

“I love my mark on you.” He rubs the cheeks of my ass while I’m open and ready for him.

“Daddy, please. I need you.”

“I’ve got you.” His hands leave me, and I want to cry out, but then his mouth is there.

I look down between my thighs, seeing he came up through them, and I rock against his face. I push myself down into his mouth as he greedily eats me. I’m already so close, but I fight it, not wanting this to ever end. But there is no holding back when his fingers take over my clit as he licks all the way down my slit. His tongue presses into the tight ring at my backside, and I scream out, coming undone. Black spots dance in my eyes as the orgasm takes me, and everything in my body lets go. I’m limp and weak, but when I finally come to, I see I’m in Dutch’s lap. He’s holding me close as he brushes his thumb back and forth against my lips.

“You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of,” he says, and I kiss the pad of his thumb.

The overhead speaker comes on, and the flight attendant begins to speak. It reminds me that he gave an order for no one to disturb us when we’d gotten on board. I guess I’d forgotten that in the heat of the moment.

“We will be landing soon. Did you need anything else, Mr. Dutch?” the lady asks.

“No.” He keeps his eyes trained on me. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”