Chapter 7
TABITHA
“Holy Hannah! Is that our plane?”
Behind me, Daddy chuckles, deep and amused. “Yes, little firecracker. That’s our plane.”
“It’s so big! It must seat like a thousand people!”
Again his laughter rumbles, the sound snaking up my spine in a not-altogether- unpleasant way. “Hardly. Twenty, at most, but today it’s just us.”
Shock has me whirling away from the sight of the giant plane we’ve just parked beside—which was a new experience in and of itself because I’ve never been driven straight up to a plane like that before—to gape at him. “Just the two of us? On that huge plane?”
“Yes, babygirl.”
Frowning, I turn back to the plane. “That’s such a waste of fuel. We should just fly commercial.”
A tug on my hand pulls my attention back to him as he guides me out of the car and across the tarmac. “Would it help you to know that your Uncle Max invests in plenty of reforestation projects to help offset his carbon footprint?”
“Who’s Uncle Max? One of your brothers?”
“No, he’s just a friend.”
Before I can ask any more questions, a stunning blonde woman appears at the top of the stairs. “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorne. We’re all ready for you and your Little one.”
“Thank you, Kerry.” Daddy’s tone is full of affection, and an emotion I don’t recognize pricks at the base of my spine. Pausing at the top of the steps, Daddy offers her a warm smile. “You’re a very good girl.”
Pink colors the blonde’s cheeks and her smile deepens as she steps aside. “Just doing my job, Mr. Thorne.”
“I’ll be sure to tell Maxwell what a good job you’re doing.” Daddy winks. “See if we can’t get you a raise.”
Kerry looks down at me, but only for a second before shifting her attention to Daddy again.
My Daddy.
It doesn’t seem to matter to the anger churning in my stomach that I didn’t choose this. He did choose me, and I’ll be damned if I let him flirt with another woman right in front of me after everything I’ve endured at his hands.
My mind races as Kerry shows us to our seats. There has to be something I can do to stake my claim, to remind both of them that he is my Daddy and nobody else's.
As we settle in our seats, Daddy shifts, tugging at his dress slacks to make room for the giant bulge between his legs.
Bingo.
Sliding from my seat, I kneel in front of him, nerves and righteous anger waging such a war in my stomach I’m worried I might be sick. But I have a point to make, so I drag air in through my nose as I reach for the buckle of his thin dress belt.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
His words freeze me in place, but when I peek up at him through my lashes, there’s a smile curving his lips.
“Nothing.” I mean for the word to come out casually defiant, but it’s barely a squeak instead.
“Hmm. Well, nothing is going to have to wait. The plane is about to take off, so you need to be in your seat, little firecracker.”
Humiliation floods my cheeks. Is that the real reason? Or is it that he doesn’t want me to do that in front of pretty, perky, perfect Kerry?
The thought of being denied because of another woman turns the heat of humiliation into an inferno of rage, scorching every inch of my body. Ignoring his instructions, I tug the tail of his belt through the silver buckle.
“Tabitha Grace. What did Daddy just say?”
Don’t care. I do at least have enough self-preservation left not to actually say that to his face, but apparently not enough to heed the warning in his tone.
I’m just about to pop open the button on his slacks when he grips my wrist. Fury boils in my veins, but when I jerk my head up to tell him off, the words die on my lips.
Not because he looks angry, which I fully expected. But because he looks downright… amused.
“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the inside of my wrist and sending a ripple of need straight to my clit.
“If we weren’t on a schedule, I would give you exactly what you’re looking for right now.
But unfortunately for me, we have a flight plan to follow, and there are other planes waiting on us to leave. ”
My heart trips in my chest when he gives my arm a hard tug, pulling me forward between his knees. “Once I have you in the air, though, I will be thoroughly addressing your disobedience. So I suggest you do as you’re told before you make things any worse on yourself, little girl.”
He releases my wrist and I immediately yank my arm back, cradling it against my chest. It doesn’t hurt, but the skin burns as though he’s branded me, probably from that humiliation-slash-fury cocktail coursing through my veins.
Daddy frowns down at me. “Did I hurt your wrist, baby? Here, let me see.”
I shouldn’t lie. But the thought of him fussing over me is too much to resist and I nod slowly. “Uh-huh.”
“I’m sorry, little one.” Gently prying my arm free, he turns it over, checking one wrist and then the other. “It still doesn’t look swollen. But maybe I should take you to the doctor when we get back home. Uncle Ford has many talents but I don’t think he has an x-ray machine.”
Guilt stabs at my stomach as I try to tug my hand free. “It’s okay, Daddy. It doesn’t really hurt anymore.”
Eyes narrowing, Daddy searches my face, as if he can simply look at me and see if I’m lying. “Tabitha… are you being honest with Daddy?”
“Y-yes. It really doesn’t hurt. I, um, think you just startled me more than anything.”
He continues staring at me, for so long I have to fight the urge to squirm beneath his stern gaze.
But then he nods, slowly, and releases my wrist. “All right. Back in your seat, then. And since you are apparently uninjured, we will be having that discussion about disobedience once we’re in the air. ”
Blinking back tears, I climb back into my seat. Daddy buckles the belt for me as I stare out the window, trying desperately not to cry.
It’s not fair. He gets to boss me around and make me come against my will and parade me around in public as his Little girl. But the second I want to stake my claim on him, I’m suddenly a bad girl.
The injustice of it all settles heavy in my chest, making my throat ache with the desire to break down and sob. Somewhere in the back of my mind I’m aware of how ridiculous it is that this, of all things, is what threatens to break me.
And I’m equally aware of how weak I am that even though my heart is breaking, even though I’m humiliated beyond words, I’m still being the good, obedient girl I’ve always been.
Closing my eyes, I bring to mind the snowglobe I picked out for Lanie. The fierce princess, slaying her own dragons, not waiting on a knight to rescue her. Why can’t I be more like her?
My stomach jolts, and I realize we’re moving. Taking off for my new home, away from everyone and everything I’ve ever known. A new life with a new family, and a man who has already proven he has no problem beating me into submission if I disobey him.
Unfair, unfair, unfair. All my life, I’ve been the good girl, the girl who always does as she’s told, who follows all the rules. And I was promised that if I did that, I would be rewarded with a good job, friends, a life I could be proud of.
Instead, I’m here. With him.
Not fair. Not right.
I’m so lost in my misery, I barely notice the soft ding letting us know we’re clear to unbuckle our seatbelts. But the very next second, Daddy’s hands are reaching for me, flipping the metal buckle upward to release me from the confines of my seat.
“Come here, Tabitha Grace.”
There’s a sternness to his tone that has my heart leaping into my throat. And even though there’s a very loud voice in my head screaming at me to obey, I ignore it, and the wild stuttering of my heart as I stare stubbornly out the window.
“Little girl, you have until the count of three to do as Daddy said. One.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god. The last time he counted like that, I ended up facedown over his lap getting my bare butt spanked in the middle of a hotel lobby. And the absolute last thing I want is a repeat of that in front of Kerry.
“Two.”
Fresh tears burn in my eyes as I force myself to stand and turn toward him. I’m “rewarded” for my obedience with a smugly satisfied smile from the man in front of me.
Jerk.
“Thank you for being a good girl and listening to Daddy.” That stupid smile only turns more satisfied as he leans back against his chair and reaches for the buckle of his belt. “Now, I believe you had something you wanted before takeoff…”
All the blood seems to drain from my face as he pulls the largest cock I’ve ever seen from his pants. Granted, I’ve only been with a couple guys and I was always too scared to really look, but I’m pretty sure Daddy’s is much, much bigger than any of the others.
And I had that thing inside me last night?
Emotion swells in my chest, and it takes a moment for me to recognize that warm, fuzzy kind of feeling as pride. Not only did I take his giant cock, I rode it like a champion freaking bull rider.
Go me!
But my happy little bubble is quickly pierced by his firm voice. “On your knees, little firecracker.”
Right. My knees. Because I wanted to show everyone on this plane, especially cheerleader-perfect Kerry, that he is my Daddy and nobody else’s.
Of course, that was before I realized I’d have to be taking a monster cock down my throat.
Crap.
“Um, that’s okay. I changed my mind.”
Wrapping his hand around the thick length jutting out from between his thighs, Daddy raises a dark brow. “That wasn’t a suggestion, little girl. On your knees. Now.”
Double crap.
Shifting nervously from foot to foot, I shake my head. Maybe I was able to take him down there last night, but there is absolutely no way I can fit him in my mouth. Not without choking to death. “No, thank you.”
“Tabitha. You can either take Daddy’s cock down your throat like a good girl, or you can take it in your red, welted bottom like a naughty girl. I suggest you choose soon before I choose for you.”
There is no doubt in my mind that if he chooses, he’s going to choose the naughty girl option. Just the thought of that thing anywhere near my poor little bottom hole is enough to spur me into action and I immediately drop to my knees in front of him.
“Good girl.” His words are low and gravelly, and they brush over my skin like a physical caress. “Open wide, little one.”