Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Without a word, Rio stood and allowed her to scoot past him into the window seat. Immediately, Amber pulled her skirt down as far as possible and pulled the blanket over her lap and chest.
“Let me help you with your seatbelt, Ella.” Rio leaned under the blanket to find the two ends and connect them fully.
He placed one hand on her thigh under the cover and met her gaze. “Are you a good girl, Amber?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “This is ridiculous, Rio. You don’t have to tell me to do something just to prove you’re the one in charge.”
“You assume incorrectly that this was just a power move.” He held his hand out.
Seconds passed before she reached under the blanket and tugged a small scrap of material from her pocket. Wadding it up, she placed it in his hand.
“Thank you, Little girl.” Casually, he lifted it to his nose as if he were covering a yawn and inhaled.
“Daddy!” she protested softly and slumped back against the seat when he relented and tucked the small garment into his laptop case. “Hey. Give those back. I’ll go put them back on in a few minutes.”
“You’ve lost the privilege of wearing panties for twenty-four hours.”
“Would you like anything to drink?” their flight attendant spoke from beside them.
“Ella?” he asked as if she hadn’t interrupted anything.
“Can I have a diet cola, please?”
“Of course. And you, sir?”
“Ice water, please.”
When she moved on to take the next row’s orders, Rio sat his laptop case on his lap and opened a pocket. Palming a small oval-shaped item, he turned slightly in his seat and blocked the view of his motions with the large computer bag on his lap. Before she could guess his intentions, he slid his hand under the blanket and pulled the hem of her skirt up.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
“Rio. No! Stop whatever you’re doing.”
He didn’t move but waited for her to follow his directions as he counted, “One, two, three…”
“What are you doing?” she pleaded.
“I’m counting the number of minutes this device in my hand will stay on.” He pressed it against her soft mound and activated the controller.
Vibrations instantly assailed her. Even at this location, he knew she could feel the effect on her body. “Eight, nine, ten.”
Staring at him in horror, she separated her legs. Immediately, he tucked the small vibrator into her pink folds against her sensitive clit. With regret, Rio removed his hand from the shielding blanket.
“Ten minutes,” he reminded her as he removed his laptop from his case to continue working. Moving deliberately, he created a timer display on the screen and set it to ten minutes. He opened his spreadsheets and resumed working. A few minutes later, he pressed the button on the small controller in his hand as he started the countdown.
Amber’s fingers clenched together on her lap as her gaze crashed into his. “No.”
“Don’t tell Daddy no.” Rio set the timer back to ten minutes and restarted it.
“Thirty seconds had already elapsed,” she protested, wiggling to get away from the vibration.
“Be good. I can always add time. Sit still. I could hold it in place if you’d prefer.”
Instantly, she shook her head no and tried to relax back against the seat.
Paying attention to her body language, Rio watched her squeeze her legs together and grip her fingers on the armrest next to her. He clicked on a document to cover the timer from her view and scanned the next problematic financial document as he made electronic notes.
When Amber stiffened in her chair, he turned off the device and stopped the timer before meeting her shocked gaze. “I was almost…”
“Here’s your diet cola and your water.”
They each accepted the glasses and a snack before the flight attendant moved on.
Amber lifted the plastic cup to her mouth and drank deeply. After lowering her tray, she set the glass down with a definite thud as she sent Rio a disgruntled look.
Rio selected the timer once again and reset it for ten minutes, replacing the two minutes she’d already experienced.
“Stop that.”
“We have several hours left on this flight. These ten minutes could stretch out to a long time.”
With a huff, she turned to look out the window. When several minutes passed and he didn’t turn the vibrator back on, she leaned close and asked, “What are you waiting for?”
“You haven’t learned yet who’s in charge. When you do, I’ll reward you with ten minutes of pleasure.”
He watched her peeved expression disappear from her face as Amber processed his words. It was up to her to decide if this was a punishment or a reward.
She sat quietly for a few more minutes as she finished her soda. When the flight attendant collected their empty cups, Amber carefully wiped any remnant of liquid from her tray before pulling her coloring book and pencils from her carryon. After a sideways glance at his computer screen, she chose a color and opened the book to a random page to begin decorating it.