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Olivia roughly shrieked into the duct tape that was wrapped tight around her mouth as she sagged into the chair she was strapped to. Her body quickly tightened again as she saw Colin stop and shake his arm slightly before he paused to take a deep drink of his scotch. She let out a series of sobs, her breaths coming out hot through her nostrils as he made her wait for the next blow. His arm snapped and the mean flogger landed.
Right on her clit this time.
Throwing her head back, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she silently suffered through the worst orgasm of her life. Her body twitched hard in the restraint; her mind still not believing he’d restrained her like this.
Colin duct taped her around the chair in the bedroom of the plane, several loops around her torso, looping around the back of her chair, then around her thighs, holding her up and splayed open for him, her feet hanging on either side of the arm rests. She tilted her head back, her hands clenched, shaking.
Her pussy was pink and swollen from the flogger’s constant manipulations.
He teased her with fluttering slaps mixed with hard flicks. Olivia moaned as she felt herself dripping onto the seat beneath her. He’d yet to touch her, aside from the flogger. She wanted his mouth more than anything in the world, but she couldn’t say it. She could only wait for the pain right now. She thought about giving him the hand signal to get him to stop, only so he could unbind her and she could tell him to put his mouth on her.
However, she instinctively knew if she safe-worded to get him to do something else, then she would be in more trouble than she was in now.
Colin sat on the bed in front of her, regarding her trembling, helpless form. With every strike, he felt more and more of his control coming back. He breathed deeply, inhaling her unique scent.
“You look so beautiful, mama,” he rasped, his Latin flair coming out thicker than normal, betraying his desire for her. He leaned forward to cup her swollen, stinging flesh in his big hand, and she whimpered as he ground the heel of his palm into her clit. She was red; he’d been spanking her pussy for a while, alternating the blows from the top of her mound to her clit, and sometimes to her breasts, her thighs, her feet, and her arms. Not giving her a clue as to where it was going to land next.
Suddenly the bedroom door flew open, and Colin cranked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. Jonathan appeared with his hand clamped over his eyes.
“Yo, what the fuck,” Colin hissed, tilting his head back and regarding his friend.
“Ukhat, are you ok?” Jonathan gritted, not addressing Colin, but Olivia.
Olivia squealed into the tape around her mouth, her eyes flashing at Colin, who was turning a nasty shade of red himself. He’d suddenly turned his head and looked at her, a disbelieving expression on his face. He leaned forward and slowly peeled the tape off her mouth.
She almost choked, taking a ragged breath. “I’m. Fine. Jonathan,” Olivia gasped, feeling like she could faint with embarrassment.
“You hear that Dr. Fucking Phil? She’s FINE!” Colin suddenly bellowed at Jonathan, making her flinch. This was the second time in one night she’d truly heard him lose his temper and his tone was scary.
“Olivia, do you have a safe word?” Jonathan pressed, refusing to leave.
“Yes!” Oh my God, get out.
“Then why aren’t you using it?” Jonathan almost growled, still angled away from them.
Olivia glanced at Colin again from her helpless position.Because I need this. Because I’m sick in the head, maybe? Because this man takes me to hell and back and I skip happily right along with him, my little demon husband. Fucking liar.
She couldn’t say any of that, so she said. “Because I don’t need to, Jonathan,” she said softly, her green eyes staring into Colin’s. She wondered if she imagined his eyes softening as he treated her to what she figured was a truly evil smile in return.
“You heard the lady. Now, if you don’t get the fuck out of this room Jonathan, I will kick you through one of these exit doors and watch your happy little inquisitive, nosy ass fly away!” Colin growled at his oldest friend.
Olivia heard the door click shut as Jonathan left them alone.
“Now,” Colin leaned forward, licking his lips and replacing the tape over her mouth.
“Wait!” she gasped, but he’d already firmly put the tape back in place and was currently sinking to his knees in front of her.
“No,” he dipped his head and swallowed her clit without warning.
Chapter thirteen
Mile High Talks
Olivia’s entire body shook uncontrollably as she swiveled her hips on top of him. She'd been riding him endlessly, secretly eating up the feel of his crushing grip on her hips as she screwed their flesh together. She threw her head back and gasped, feeling a hot bead of sweat roll down her spine and she clawed her nails into his chest as she locked her muscles against her impending orgasm.
"No!" she gasped as he reared forward and latched hard onto her straining nipple. She let out a little shriek, feeling herself gush wetly on him. Her hearing faded slightly, replaced by a ringing sound. "No Colin, no!" She tried to jerk away and then pushed at him, failing to loosen his latch on her breast. She shuddered as her sex tightened up, spasming on his thick length. Colin groaned, the sound vibrating through her nipple down to her clit. "Oh God I'm going to pass out!" she whimpered, beginning to push in earnest against him now.
The ringing in her head became louder and she felt her world tilt on its axis as he grabbed her arms hard and rolled them fast so she was underneath him, her legs spread wide as he bounced off her pussy unrelentingly. The bed was squeaking in protest and the sheets had long since half torn off the bed in their passion for one another. Their joining was messy, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
