The drive to my apartment feels surreal, almost like I somehow came out of my body and watched someone else from above. Daddy's driver drops me off in front of my building and tells me to take all the time I needed to pack my stuff. We are supposed to leave for Copenhagen this evening.
To pack my stuff... 'Yeah, right!' I huff to myself while jumping off.
I'm walking up the four floors, my eyes staring at my steps absently. If I had to describe how I feel at this moment, it is an unbelievable happiness that my brain is desperately trying to tame, just so I would not behave like a little child finding out that Santa really does exist.
Once I pass the door of my crampy old apartment, I lean back against the door and try to collect my thoughts.
Daddy wants me to come with him to his home country. Alright!
Is it to be Dasha's babysitter only or more...?
'Ok, girl! Chill out. Take this as an opportunity to travel or something.'
I walk straight to my bedroom and retrieve my suitcase. I want to pack everything cute that I may possess in my wardrobe.
'But wait! What's the weather there right now?'
Typing in 'current weather in Copenhagen' on my phone, I realize that it's as cold as in New York on January. 'So much for the cute outfits...' I sigh.
While I keep scrolling on my phone, I go down a rabbit hole of landscape pictures, tourist attractions and other wonders. The country looks vibrant and clean with stunning architectures. I notice the numerous canals and waterways bordering the city, giving it a unique charm. The more pictures I see, the more excitement I feel in my stomach. I'm looking forward to it.
'Ok! Let's pack!'
I put in all of my little cheeky panties, my skirts and shorts to be paired with my black and nude nylon tights, warm sweaters and socks, and the only pair of black heels I own along with my boots and vans. "Maybe, we will go on a date?" I say to myself.
A couple hours later, my phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Halo Baby Girl! How are you?"
I love hearing him speak in his Danish accent.
"I'm good, Daddy! I'm almost done packing."
"That's great. Make sure to get everything in order in your apartment, we might not be back for a while."
"How long is.... a while?" I ask him in a small voice.
"Does it matter?"
"No... I mean I have mid-terms in Spring so...."
Daddy laughs lightly: "Don't worry about it, I will drop you off to your exam myself Baby!"
It sounds insane but knowing him, I know he would really do that. I cannot refrain from having the biggest smile on my face.
"Ok, Daddy!"
There is a little pause before he speaks again.
"What have you packed for me?" he asks. And I can guess the sexy smirk on his face.
"Huh uh! It will be a surprise..." I happily answer, right when I finally find what I have been looking for.
Daddy growls in my ears, shooting electric currents to my core.
"I let you have that one!" he tells me, his voice a mix of whisper and growl. I think I triggered him a little bit, making me smile the more.
Around seven in the evening, wearing my green pullover sweater dress with high-knees thick socks, my platform boots, and my long winter coat on top, I walk down the stairs behind the driver who kindly offered to carry my heavy suitcase.
"I definitively overpacked" I'm thinking to myself, looking at him struggling with each step.
We then drive to the airport. I'm expecting us him to drop me off to a terminal, but instead, we kept driving away from the main building. He must have noticed the concern on my face through his rearview mirror.
"The family aircraft is on the tarmac already. We will be there soon."
The WHAT?
*
At the bottom of the airstairs stands Daddy, with a sleeping Dasha in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, her cheek on his chest.
"Hi Baby Girl, are you ready?"
Without waiting for my response, he turns on his heels and starts climbing up. Somewhat nervous, I follow closely behind, still shocked by the surreal situation.
"Sit here!" He points without looking at me. "I will go put her in bed in the back. I will be right back."
I nod my head quickly, proceed to take off my coat, and sit.
"It's great to see you again, Mademoiselle" I suddenly hear from behind me. I turn my head, and it is Holland, the man who hired me five years ago, but also Daddy's most trusted person judging by the way he is always around.
"Oh! Hello Mr. Holland. How are you doing?"
"I'm quite alright, my dear!" He just stands there and looks at me.
Looking down on my knees, I pull my dress as far as I can, a little embarrassed and not knowing what to do next.
"Till told me you are coming with us, I hope you will enjoy our home as much as we have been enjoying yours."
Once I lift my eyes up, I can only see sincere kindness in his.
"Thank you very much Mr. Holland!" I smile at him.
"Mais de rien ma chère" [You are very welcome my dear]
'That was definitely not English' I think to myself.
He takes a seat away from me, closer to where Dasha is being tucked in. A couple minutes later, Daddy comes back and takes the seat facing me. Looking in his green eyes, they seem to be darker than usual, telling me how tired he probably is.
"We will depart soon! You got everything you needed?"
"I hope so..."
"You hope so?"
"I hope so, Daddy"
He smiles lightly and looks at me more carefully. I tied my long black hair up in my usual messy bun, I put on some makeup but not too much since we are traveling overnight, and while sitting this way, the skin between the hem my dress and my high-knee socks gives him enough to glimpse at.
"Sit tight sweetie, it's going to be a long flight."
An hour later, we were in the air, the light in the cabin turned low by the flight attendant, the humming of the air-conditioner and aircraft engines gives a peaceful atmosphere. On the other end of the cabin, Holland is comfortably snoozing, a blanket on him, canceling noise earplugs, and a pink sleeping eye mask around his head. Earlier, when I laughed at the sight, I was told that it was one of the many gifts he received from the little Princess.
"What are you thinking about?" Daddy's voice interrupts my internal thinking.
I look at him with a tender smile: "I think Holland was very tired, he is snoring"
"Ah! Don't tell him that. He'd never believe you." Daddy responds, while rolling his eyes complicitly.
I laugh quietly in return.
Then, like a sudden switch, his eyes turn icy and intense, making me inhale into my lungs involuntarily.
"You look adorable today!" he says, his voice nothing more than a murmur.
"Thank you, Daddy!"
"What do you have under it?"
Genuine excitement runs through me when I think about what I put on underneath to surprise him. So, I lean back in my seat, and as slowly as I can, open my legs for him. My sweater dress moves up along my thighs, revealing the laces of my green panties... the white cute details on it and then...
"Fuck!" Daddy groans.
He noticed that my little panties are crotchless, giving him a full view on my freshly shaved pussy. My lips are already glistening, wet from the sheer satisfaction I'm feeling when I look at the way he is adjusting himself, the front of his jeans showing his growing bulge.
"Open them wider!" he commands, his icy eyes transfixed on my wet little cunt.
Inhaling deeply, I glance briefly behind him, making sure Holland is still sleeping. Then, I open it wider, ever-so slowly, putting my left leg up on the armrest... then doing the same with my right one. By doing so, my dress is now resting around my hips.
"Like this Daddy?" I ask him innocently.
"Yes!"
*
My cock feels so fucking stiff against the zipper of my pants, and as much as I want to let it free, I also want to enjoy the pressuring feeling for a little longer. Priya's skin looks smooth, the dark lips of her wet cunt are closed up, promising a wonder of burning sensations.
"Use your pretty little fingers and open those lips for me, Baby Girl!" I ask her in a low growl.
My little girl, as obedient as always, does as she is told. With her cute little sigh, biting her bottom lip, she sinks deeper into her seat and use her index and middle finger to part her labia, keeping her eyes on mine the whole time.
She looks fucking gorgeous this way: her legs up and wide open for me, her little fuckhole wet and welcoming, ready to take whatever I will give to it.
"Stay like that" I order gruffly.
Keeping my eyes on the delicious view, I reach to the buckle of my belt, undoing it... then unbuttoning my jeans... Once my fingers are around the zipper, I raise my eyes to meet hers once again and unzip myself slowly, and I can see how the deafening noise turns her beautiful brown eyes glassy and full of desire.
Keeping my hard cock under my grey boxers, my left hand slides lower and starts massaging my heavy balls. By doing so, she can see how my cock thickens for her, the head leaving a growing wet spot due to the precum leaking profusely from it.
"Play with that little clit for me, Baby! Use your fingers and press on it. I want you to get it all puffy and quivering for my cock."
Priya moans a little louder and starts to trace little circles on her little button. She looks so beautiful that my cock pulses a couple times.
"Mhmm that's it, Baby! Press on it a little harder..."
She does so while whining adorably. Her hips are rolling despite her.
"How does it feel?"
