“Te quiero, mijo.” I love you, son.
“Te quiero,Papá.” I love you, Papa.
We hang up, and I make my way back up to the bedroom. I slip into bed beside Flora after I set my alarm for two hours from now. It goes off entirely too soon.
“Chiquita.” I kiss her cheek and give her a gentle shake. “Chica.”
“Daddy?”
Her sleepy voice shoots lust straight to my cock. When her eyes flutter open, her groggy look is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I watch her come alert enough to realize what’s going on. We sit up together, and she looks toward the window before looking back at me in fear. I shake my head and tuck hair behind her ear.
“It’s all right,chica. Nothing’s happening, but we need to leave.”
“Now? In the middle of the night?”
“Yes, it’s safer for us than when the sun’s up.”
“Will you please tell me where we’re going?”
“Switzerland.”
It’s not against my better judgment to tell her like I thought it would be earlier. It’s not that my fear that something could go wrong is gone, but I understand how out of control she feels about this entire situation. She’s placed her trust in me, and that’s invaluable. However, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to have some semblance of control of her life. She’ll let me lead,and I love that she’s willing to follow. But it doesn’t mean we’re always in a D/s arrangement.
I realize that would never work because I want her as my equal outside of sex. I want to get her opinion on things, and I don’t want her to ever feel like she doesn’t have a voice, or that her thoughts and feelings don’t matter to me outside of sex.
“Switzerland? Like to a chalet?” The left side of her mouth twitches into a hint of a smile.
“Something like that, little one. But there’s no resort nearby.”
“Good.”
Her answer is swift and emphatic.
It’s my turn for my lips to twitch. “Are you hoping for a sex hideout? Somewhere where I can keep you naked all day with no distractions?”
“I wouldn’t say no to that, Daddy.”
“Neither would I,chiquita.”
I push back the covers and get out of bed. She notices the suitcases I brought up earlier. Daniel’s wife provided her with nearly an entire wardrobe. It surprised us both how much he brought.
I already told her we’d leave the unopened packages of panties behind. She nearly flipped out on me, refusing to leave any hint to anybody that she’s agreed to go commando under her clothes. I don’t know how Esme managed it, but most of the clothes still have tags on them, and the bras and panties are brand new. I just know we owe her a tremendous debt of gratitude.
We pack in near silence, since there’s not much more for us to discuss. She knows there’s little more I can share, so she doesn’t ask questions I can’t or won’t answer. She doesn’t want to put me in that position, and she doesn’t want my blank stare or my lies. We both know it’s unfortunate, but it’s better that way.
Once we have everything ready, I carry our suitcases downstairs, and she follows behind. I lead her into the garage where men stand outside of our armored SUVs. One man takes our luggage and puts it in the trunk as she and I climb in. Just like when we arrived, there are guys in the third row, and each of the guards has a rifle. It’s not until we shut all the doors that the driver turns on the engine and opens the garage door.
We ride in silence as we follow the driveway to the gate we passed through, and it’s only two minutes later that we’re boarding the plane. Within five minutes, everything is secure, and we’re taxiing down the runway. We hold hands as we both look out the window. There’s little to see but the bright stars. One of these days, perhaps Flora and I can come back here and lie beside each other at the pool and look up at the constellations. But for now, the plane continues to climb.
When the seatbelt sign goes off and the flight attendant offers us drinks, we both shake our heads. I reach across and unfasten her seatbelt, scooping her into my arms as I rise. There’s a private cabin in the aft, so I take her back there. As we undress, I grow concerned about the dark shadows that have formed underneath her eyes.
“Are you still exhausted, little one?”
“Yeah, but not so exhausted I can’t enjoy the privacy of this cabin. I’m not a member of the mile-high club, but I’d like to be.”
“Same, little one, but only because it’s you.”
I won’t share with her that I took a couple quick trips with my last girlfriend, who’s now married to the bratva’s accountant. We were together long enough that we could’ve, but someone in my family was always with us as an extra bodyguard. Neither she nor I were comfortable fucking knowing my cousins could hear us.
