Page 14 of Daddy's Stowaway
“What isn’t possible?” I asked in a breathy voice.
“For you to be more perfect. The more I learn about you, Antonia, the more I’m drawn to you.”
An urge to move the mood into something more playful hit me as I squirmed beneath the blankets.
“You just remember that next time you want to punish me.”
He grinned but said nothing. “I’m back at four pm today. Would you like me to set anything up for you, or would you rather explore your surroundings today?”
“I’d prefer to wait for you, Daddy.” His eyes darkened, and I knew his cock was hard.
Then his gaze hardened. “In that case, I want you staying on the property, which includes the hotel and spa. I have already let the staff know to give you anything you ask for. You can swim in the pools, have a manicure, go shopping. Whatever you wish but I expect you back at 4:00 pm and no leaving the property. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head.
“Words, Antonia,” he growled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Here is your new cell phone with my number already programmed in. The other number is for security which you will use if anything bothers you or you feel in danger. One of my men will be here in under a minute.”
“So, could I call security next time you are going to punish me?” I joked.
“Antonia,” he growled again. “My palm is itching to spank your backside. And I wouldn’t deny you the pleasure you receive when you’re being reprimanded, young lady.”
My lady parts squeezed. I moved the tray aside and crawled over to him, giving him my best doe-eyed look.
“You’re insatiable, but I wouldn’t want to leave you wanting.” Alex pulled me over his lap so fast I gasped, scrambling to grab hold of something before I hit the floor, but I was in no danger.
Alex brought his hand down with such force that I was pushed forward on his lap and hung precariously while he spanked me a dozen more times and then reached between my legs. Of course, I was soaking for him. He moved me off his lap and onto the bed on my hands and knees, spreading my thighs as far apart as they would go, my hips suspended inches in the air when he sunk his large, hard cock inside of me, burying it to its hilt.
“Yes,” I hissed, “fuck me, Daddy, please.” And he complied, taking hold of my hips and fucking me ruthlessly. His length hit my womb and his thickness scraped my walls with such intensity I orgasmed within seconds. I didn’t reciprocate his actions with thrusting hips; instead, allowing him to take me as he wished, and he took me all right. When he came, so did I. Like yesterday, his hot semen sent me off in a spiral of ecstasy and over the edge into oblivion.
Withdrawing, he pulled up his pants and landed a hard smack on my ass. I screeched and fell forward on the bed, and he laughed.
“Daddy bids youadieu.” And with that, he was gone.
I lay on the bed giggling at his departing words. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling, wondering what I should do with my day. What did I want to do? The pool sounded like fun. So, I scrambled to my feet, threw on the airport bathing suit, sarong, and flip flops, and grabbed my new phone and suntan lotion.
When I reached the door, I realized it required a coded entry and I didn’t know what it was. My new phone pinged. I read my first text from Alex.
The keypad needs the code for entering and exiting. You press 251290#
I typed back,thank you, Daddy.I entered the code and, using Google Maps, found the pathway to the hotel. On my way to the pool, my eyes were drawn to a dress in one of the shop windows. It was so hot, and I knew Alex would love it on me. I gazed at it from the window, imagining his reaction to seeing me in the form-fitting, almost sheer, red cocktail dress.
I went in but didn’t find my size. A woman came out from the back, a beautiful Tahitian dressed in white silk. She was stunning, and I suddenly felt timid and out of place. But instead of looking at me like I was trash, she gave me a big smile, and I noticed her teeth were as white as her pantsuit. She offered a friendly vibe, and I immediately liked her.
“Hello, I am Simone, and how can I be of help to you?”
“Antonia, my name is Antonia.”
“Oh, Antonia, I am pleased to meet you. Mr. Savage said you may pop by today.”
“He did?” I asked, surprised.
Simone nodded, smiling warmly. “Now, did you happen to see that little red number in the window? I think it would look perfect on you.”
“Yes”—I clapped happily—“I did, but you don’t have my size.”