He glanced up at her. “You’ll have water. I haven’t seen you drink any since our outing the other night.”
Their outing referred to the insane scene they had outside at Exposure. Which happened to be the last time they left the house. Three days ago.
Since he was right, and she didn’t want him making a scene in front of Niki, she nodded. “Fine. Water would be lovely.”
Niki seemed oblivious to the entire exchange and just asked for coffee.
When they had their drinks, the attendant informed them they would be in the air in just a few minutes.
Olivia’s phone buzzed, so she checked the screen. A message from Ripley popped up.
When we’re in the air, I expect you to get up and go to the bedroom. No dallying. You have a spanking coming for being a brat. If you choose not to obey, we’ll just deal with it at the hotel, but it’s going to be so much worse if that’s the choice you make.
Fuck. She didn’t want a spanking on a plane with her employee just a few feet away. But she also didn’t want to disobey him. Because even with all the sass and bratty behavior, she was a submissive deep down and she loved pleasing him. She loved it when he called her a good girl. But she wasn’t going to get that from him if she refused to go to the bedroom.
She didn’t text him back, just tucked the phone away and sipped her water.
When the plane was in the air, she hazarded a glance at Ripley. He was staring at her, and when their eyes met, he gave her a subtle nod, as if to say, “Go on. Make Daddy happy.”
Her feet were heavy, but she put the cap back on the water and stood. “I think I’m going to go lay down in the bedroom. I didn’t sleep very well last night.”
It was true. She’d been up late, with Ripley fucking her multiple times. Exactly like the previous few nights.
In the bedroom, she sat on the bed and waited.
“Why so glum?”
She jumped when the door opened several minutes later, and Ripley stepped in.
“You can’t be that upset about getting a spanking. You had to know it was coming as soon as you called me a jackass.”
She closed her eyes and twisted the bedding in her hands.
“What is it, Olivia? Spit it out.”
“I don’t want this. Not here. Not like this. My employee is just beyond that door. I don’t care if she hears us fucking. But I don’t want her to hear me getting spanked. It’s not right. It’s a limit for me.”
Ripley leaned against the door and folded his arms across his chest, as if contemplating her words.
Finally, he said, “OK, baby girl. You’re right. That’s not fair to you. But you still need to be punished, so what do you suggest?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know, Daddy. I’m sorry I called you a jackass. Do you have to punish me?”
He cocked his head to one side and eyed her thoughtfully. “No. I guess not since you apologized. But if it happens again, I won’t be so forgiving.”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“You’ve taken to calling me Daddy pretty quickly. I’m proud of you. How does it feel?”
She smiled. “I like it more than I thought I would. I’ll admit it seemed really weird at first. Now I like it. It makes it more real that you’re here and home to stay every time I say it.”
Ripley came to sit next to her and pulled her close. “That’s a good girl. I am home, baby. It kills me you’re still doubting that at all.”
She laid her head against his shoulder. “I’m working on it, Daddy.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I kept you up late last night. Why don’t we take a nap? I’ll wake you up with my tongue on your clit in just a little while.”
She wasted no time crawling under the covers, and he laughed. “Back up. You forgot a step. I never want you sleeping with clothes on. If I decide I need a taste of you, how am I supposed to get one if you’re fully dressed?”