Just that thought is almost enough to make me want to turn the plane around. But no. There are preparations to be made, and I don’t want my sweet Camilla underfoot while our home is filled with construction workers.
I need to be patient. Just a few more days until we return to the island, and then Camilla will be mine forever.
Chapter Three
Millie
So far, this work trip is nothing like I expected.
Then again, I’ve been working for Doctor D long enough to know better than to have expectations at all. Just when I think I’ve got him figured out, he throws me for a loop.
But cuddling on his lap after a spanking with my favorite stuffie cradled in my arms is still so far from anything I could have anticipated I’m not sure what to think. I know hesaysit’s just because he doesn’t want me dropping during the conference, but some fucked up, hidden part of me wants it to be so much more than that.
You don’t want him for a Daddy, remember? You want a sweet, snuggly Daddy who will spoil you rotten and only spanks when you’ve been extra naughty.
Right. The Daddy of my dreams is the complete opposite of Donovan in every possible way. Although he hasn’t had a Little of his own while I’ve worked for him, I’ve seen him with the other Littles enough to know that he would be a very strict Daddy. Impossibly strict. Which isn’t what I want at all.
Right?
I’m still rolling all that around in my mind when Kerry comes over to tell us we need to buckle our seatbelts. Donovan helps me shift over to my seat and, in yet another surprise move, he pulls the belt across my lap to buckle it into place.
Feeling more than a little rattled by his tender attention, I turn to look out the window as the ground rises up to greet us. And for the first time since I agreed to this trip, excitement bubbles in my stomach.
New York City stretches out below us in all its shining, shimmering glory. This is my first, and probably last time visiting the Big Apple and I have so many plans for sightseeing once the conference is over and Donovan is on his way back to the island. I didn’t really have much use for my salary back on the island considering my apartment was covered as part of my employment contract, so I’ve got a significant savings account that I’ve built up over the past year. That, plus the generous severance package he’ll be paying me is more than enough for me to take some time and simply enjoy life before finding somewhere new to settle down.
There’s a ranch out in Montana I’ve heard about. A safe place for Littles to be as Little as they want. And if the online chatter is to be believed, Rawhide is kind of magical. Maybe I’ll spend some time there and find the gentle, loving, Daddy of my dreams.
But as my daydreams play out, the Daddy in my imagination shifts and morphs into someone familiar. Someone stern and strict, with a hand as hard as a paddle. Instead of the sweet Daddy I’ve always wanted, it’s Donovan Graves taking on that role, telling me what a naughty Little girl I’ve been as he straps me to an exam table in his cold, sterile office.
Jerking myself out of that unexpected daydream, I focus on the city below us, running my post-conference itinerary throughmy head. A Broadway show, of course, followed by a fancy meal somewhere. And I’ll have to go to all the touristy places. The Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty.
Maybe I’ll just spend a couple weeks here before heading out west. See everything the city has to offer before finding that perfect Daddy to settle down with.
The city disappears from view and a few minutes later we’re treated to a somewhat bumpy landing as our plane coasts into the small, private airport everyone on the island uses when flying in and out of the city. It isn’t until I unbuckle my seatbelt and hop from my seat that I remember I’m wearing a diaper.
A diaper that absolutely will not fit under the skintight jeans I chose for the flight.
Dammit.
“I need to change back into my clothes.”
Donovan stops in the act of rolling his sleeves back down and buttoning them into place, one brow raising. “You may put your pants back on, but you are not wearing those panties.”
“But the jeans won’t fit over the diaper. They’re too tight.”
If I’m being honest, they’re a bit too tight even without the diaper. The bakery back on the island makes their own donuts fresh every morning and I’ve been indulging a bit too often lately. Maybe if I stay in New York, I’ll be able to walk off a few pounds.
Right now, however, I’m faced with a dilemma. I really don’t want to disobey Donovan and earn another spanking, but I’m not really surewhatto do.
With his sleeves rolled back into place, Donovan picks up his suit jacket, and I swear I see the smallest hint of a smile on his lips before he’s his usual stern self. “Well, it’s lucky for you I came prepared. Kerry, will you get my duffel bag, please?”
For a moment, all I can do is stare. “You came prepared for what, exactly?”
“To remind you that even though we are not on the island, you are still a very Little girl and you will behave as such for as long as you are under my employ.”
Kerry returns, carrying a small black duffel, which she hands off to Donovan. With a nod of thanks, he places the bag on the seat behind him and unzips it.
Inside are clothes. Not just clothes butLittleclothes.
