By the time we made it to the plane, I was sore in many areas. James was becoming quite the kink master I always had suspected he would be, and everything he did to me was intoxicating.
“So, this is your plane?" I asked as we pulled up on the tarmac, and I took in the site of the black private jet that was supposed to take us to the Bahamas.
“Yes, it is," he replied as the car stopped, and the door opened, allowing us passage towards the plane's stairs. I was thankful we were flying at night, considering how unforgiving the Miami heat really was.
The last thing I wanted was to be a nasty sweaty mess before I got on the plane. I was hoping to achieve something on the flight that I had never done before. To join the mile high club.
Yet, with much disappointment, James was answering his phone while we boarded, and I had a feeling the entire trip was going to revolve around business.
“Welcome aboard, Mr. Valentino," a gorgeous blonde flight attendant said through painted red lips. “Let's get you situated."
With James in front of me, she quickly cut in between us, stopping me in my tracks as she followed behind him. A gasp left my lips as I found amusement in the desperation this woman had for getting James to take notice of her.
Paying no mind to the woman, I continued down the path towards a lush area of seating and got comfortable. The plane was fancier than ones I had seen pictures of before, but with every movement the woman made, I couldn't help but wonder how she had landed this job.
It was clear she had been working for James for a while.
“Mr. Valentino, once you finish your call, we will take off," she replied as she came back from the front and stood sweetly, smiling at him. “Can I get you a drink, sir?"
“Uh–yeah, whiskey is fine," he replied, paying her no mind.
“I'll take a glass of red wine, as well," I finally said, piping up only to water her gaze, turning to me with disgust and no reply.
She turned on her heels and disappeared from sight as he finally hung up the call, and turned his smile to me. “I'm sorry about that, Becca. I am struggling with a deal overseas."
“Oh? That's not good. Is there anything I can help you with?"
James laughed, shaking his head as he moved towards the seat next to me. “Not unless you know how to strategically make international deals, and can get Spain to agree to foreign trading."
He had a point. I didn't know how to do that, even though, technically, I had no doubt I could figure it out. “Well, hopefully things will work out, because I was hoping to spend time with you. I know you're a busy man, though, and business comes first."
My words were teasing, and as the woman came back, she held only his glass of whiskey and no wine. “Here you are, Mr. Valentino… is there anything else I can assist you with this trip?"
His gaze didn't leave mine as I raised a brow at her statement and smirked.
“Yes, actually…" James paused as he turned to her and took the glass of whiskey. “I believe the lady asked you for a glass of wine, and you didn't get it."
Her eyes widened in shock as she looked between the two of us. “I–I didn't hear her. I'll go get it now."
“Oh, I do think you heard her. But please, make sure you do."
Ouch. Laughter begged for release from my lips as I watched her scramble. I wasn't the kind of woman to be cruel, but this girl had made a point of being rude to me since the moment she laid eyes on me, and that was unacceptable.
She quickly turned, disappearing from sight before returning a moment later. With a brand new bottle of wine and an empty glass. “I figured I would bring the bottle so you could help yourself."
“I see that," I grinned, taking the glass. “Care to open the bottle and pour it for me?"
Opening and closing her mouth, she looked at James, who stared at her patiently, waiting for her to comply. “Of course."
Never had I seen someone look so uncomfortable pouring a glass of wine before, but it was well worth the wait because the torture crossing her face was the highlight of my day.
“Thank you," I said sweetly when she finished and put the top back on the bottle.
“Of course. Please prepare yourself. We will be taking off in just a moment," she said, then she disappeared rather quickly with a sour look on her face as if someone had physically slapped her.
It was never a dull moment anymore, and as the plane began its run down the runway, I found excitement in our upcoming getaway.
“Thank you for bringing me," I whispered as the plane reached its cruising altitude.
“Becca, you don't have to thank me for anything. I wanted to bring you here." James grinned, pulling me close to him. “I wanted to show you things you haven't done yet."
The taunting nature of his words made me wet, and I was suddenly glad for the dress I wore. It was easy access, and as the wine flooded my veins, I wanted him.
However, the ringing of his phone said something else and with reluctance, he groaned and answered the call.
Sighing, I unbuckled, now able to move around the cabin, and made my way towards the bathroom. The flight attendant's voice was heard drifting through from the front cabin as she laughed with one of the pilots flying the plane.
“Oh, you know how these slutty women are. They find a man with money, and they will try anything to get it," she laughed as the other joined in with the laughter.
“You shouldn't assume they are all doing that, Ash," the man replied. “He could actually like this woman."
“Like her!" she exclaimed. “She doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as him. Have you seen her? She looks desperate and disgusting."
Anger coursed through me at the girl's words, and more than anything, I wanted to go and give her a piece of my mind. Even if we were on a plane thousands of miles in the air, I wasn't going to let this bitch get under my skin.
Finishing in the bathroom, I stood before the small mirror and thought over my options. If I really wanted to get even, perhaps I could tell James and get her fired, but then what was that actually going to solve?
A plan formulated in my mind, and as a grin stretched across my face.
She thought I didn't deserve him… well, I would show her what he deserves.
Exiting the bathroom, I made my way towards where James sat with haste. My eyes filled with a mischievous glint as I watched him look at me from where he sat with the phone in his hand.
“Are you okay?" he mouthed while listening to whoever he was speaking to.
Nodding, I smiled as I parted his thighs and bent over, running my hands across his legs. There was no need to say anything to him at that moment because this was about pleasing him, and as I dropped to my knees, I freed the beast within, watching as he shook his head no before I plunged his thick c*ck deep into my throat.
There was nothing he could do, really. He could move… push me away.
However, we both knew he wouldn't. Instead, he kept going with his meeting as I was sucking on his thick, hard c*ck like it was a tootsie roll I wanted to get to the center of.
“Alright, Bill. I'm going to have to let you go," he quickly mumbled, hanging up his phone as a moan escaped his mouth. “F*ck, babe. God, that feels f*cking amazing."
His hands gripped the back of my head as he guided me down over and over his dick while he f*cked my pretty little mouth. Tears stained my cheeks and lipstick smeared my face. But I didn't care.
I was his dirty little girl, and I would do anything he asked me.
“Get your ass up here," he all but growled as I let his c*ck pop from my mouth. Firm grips at my arms pulled me to my feet as he grabbed the bottom of my dress and hiked it up to my waist groaning in satisfaction at my lack of panties.
“Do you like it?" I said with a grin as he looked up at me, biting his bottom lips with a smile.
“Oh, f*ck you're going to be the death of me." He hiked up one of my legs and buried his face in between my thighs.
“Shit!" I screamed out. “Oh, f*ck, just like that."
My moans were loud, and I was glad for that. I wanted that stupid bitch at the front of the plane to hear everything. The only problem was, as he shoved his fingers deeper inside me, I realized he would not play fair.
“She upset you again?" he grumbled as he grabbed my waist and pulled me over him, straddling his lap.
“It's fine," I replied, not wanting to ruin the moment. Yet, there was no argument because before I knew it, the head of his c*ck was burying itself deep inside me, causing my mouth to part in pleasure.
“Why don't we show her how much fun we can have?"
Repeatedly, I let my tight, wet c*nt slide over his thick c*ck. The faster and harder I drove against him, the closer and closer I got to my climax. “You like that?" I moaned as I watched him groan in pleasure. Gripping his throat, he laughed, pushing me harder. “Answer me, James..."
“Yes," he gasped. “F*ck, you keep it up and I'm about to cum."
“Good. That's my cum," I moaned, biting on his bottom lip. “Tell me who owns this dick, James.... Who pleases you like no other?"
“F*ck, baby. God... it's yours.... Only you can," he groaned loudly as we both climaxed together, our voices and pleasure mingling together as we filled a high that was like no other.
Slowly, he kissed me as laughter filled us both.
“Oh, my goodness..." a small gasp echoed from my left side, and with a smile, I turned to look at the flight attendant standing there.
“Did you enjoy the show?" I asked her, watching her face flush with embarrassment, but her eyes holding nothing but anger.
“I–I didn't mean to interrupt," she stammered, “I will go."
“Yes," James quickly snapped, as I slid off of him and watched him fix himself. “I want some warm rags and more to drink. Then, I don't want to see you for the rest of the flight. Do you understand?"
Her eyes cast down as she nodded without another word and turned to leave. I was surprised by how James had acted. Never had I seen him in this light before.
I wasn't his girlfriend, and I wasn't even sure if I would consider myself his lover. But he sat here making it clear he wouldn't tolerate anyone speaking ill of me or to me.
That feeling made my heart swell, but also made me nervous.
“We should land in a few hours… should we continue to enjoy ourselves?" he asked as the girl brought what he asked and then disappeared again.
My heart dropped into my stomach with excitement as I slowly nodded and watched him clear the space between us, taking my lips again.
There was no stopping him, and I was fine with that. By the time I arrived in the Bahamas, I was going to be well satisfied and hardly able to walk.
Both, I was eagerly waiting for.