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The plane began to move causing her breathing to increase. Holy Shit! Keep it together, breathe, and relax. Think happy thoughts. It wasn’t working. She could feel every bump on the runway as the plane speed increased.
“Sweet, do you have any idea, what I want to do to you right now? We are on a plane and that would be a first for the both of us. Exciting, hot, steamy sex.”
“I know what you can do with yourself after this.” Her eyes were tight, she was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. Hyperventilation was just around the corner. She leaned forward putting her head between her knees trying to slow her breathing.
“If we make it through this I am going to kick your ass.” She forced the words through her teeth.
“I look forward to it Brat.” He chuckled.
Oh you are such an asshole. She thought as soon as he calmly, smoothly replied to her threat.
“When is he going to take off already? I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” If we don’t get there soon it isn’t going to matter because I won’t be arriving alive.
“Taylor, look out the window, he already has and you would arrive a live Sweet.” Again he snickered.
She raised slowly still feeling a bump here and thug there. She seen nothing but small blotches beneath her. Ok I have to admit, that really wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
“Told you so.”
“How long before we land?” She needed to know how long she had to prepare herself for another round of total panic.
“Oh we won’t be landing. I just wanted you to experience this so you would know that you can overcome your fear if you choose to do so.”
“So if we aren’t landing, how are we going to get down from here?” Please tell me you don’t have parachuting planned to because that is definitely a hell no.
“No. That’s a thought for next time though.” He reached down unfastening her seatbelt. She was now aware he had never fastened his. . Of course why would he? He’s already dead. He can’t die again.
“Taylor quit thinking.” He reached down gripping her hands pulling her up into his chest. “Close your eyes.” It was more of a demand now then a request. She closed her eyes and as if she were absorbing the warmth out of his body by simply breathing, she was.
“Open you
r eyes Taylor.” His whispered breath sent chills down her spine.
“But you just told me to close them.” Holy shit! How in the hell? She looked around no longer crowed in the small plane but standing in a suite. She glanced up into her eyes noting the amusement settled in there. “I don’t know how you did that but we are definitely traveling home the same.” She walked away to explore further.
The walls were a light shade of beige. The fluffy furniture was white. Her first thought was she couldn’t bring her kids there followed by her second, which was how incredibly gorgeous the room was.
A set of double doors opened into the bedroom. The pale beige theme continued along the walls ending at the chocolate brown accent wall. The bed was dressed with a red, beige, and chocolate brown duvet with matching pillows.
She felt her excitement growing into something more. She was in the room of her dreams and was alone with him. She turned watching him prowl towards her, like he was stalking his prey. His hands rubbed up and down her arms as he all but melted her with his stare.
“There will be no nose wriggling right now. Your clothes are in the closet. I’ll give you some time to get ready.”
Really? “Time for what! We’re alone, I have to get naked to get dressed. Don’t you want to come with me and help me? I could get awfully lonely while I get naked.” She tried her best to tease him into it, saying it sweet and innocent like.
“As tempting as that is Sweet, there will be plenty of time later for that. You will be begging me to stop when this night is over. And you need to stop trying to top from the bottom. Keep doing that and I may have to show you the difference between discipline and punishment.” He didn’t say another word as he walked away, leaving her to ponder on that while she dressed.
Wow! Punishment and Discipline. Interesting.
She walked over to the closet wondering why the clothing she seen didn’t belong to her. Glimpsing at the clothes she felt out of her comfort zone.
A nice, elegant little number. Dark blue, sequenced, probably mid-thigh in length. Nothing really special. But still way more extravagant than anything she owned.
The next gown was the little red dress that men had a tendency to fantasize about.
Next was a long, shiny, made to show off her curves, light blue dress. If only it weren’t strapless she thought. She looked at it closely as she debated it. Versace!!!!! Holy Hell! She looked at the others. All were Versace gowns. She couldn’t wear those. Not only was she a major klutz at times but they were definitely way out of her comfort zone. She wouldn’t be comfortable in them. She wouldn’t be able to enjoy them. She would only be thinking of the price tag.
Finally something she could feel comfortable in. A pair of black leather pants caught her eye. A red spaghetti strapped top with the built in bra. A leather jacket. Different variety of shoes. The black leather wide heel should go perfectly with the pants she thought. “Now this is more Taylor friendly.”
