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"Now hold it."
I hold the breath in my lungs.
"Now release," he exhales and so I do.
He guides me through the next few breaths and at the end of it, to my surprise, I find that my muscles have, indeed, relaxed. I exhale again and his finger slips inside. "Oh," I gasp as he allows me to adjust to the intrusion.
He leans down and presses another kiss to the nape of my neck, "Okay?"
"Y…yeah," I swallow.
"How does it feel?"
"It feels…strange… And yet, it also feels, weirdly, good."
"Good," he nips the curve of where my shoulder meets my neck and heat tugs at my lower belly. He curves his finger inside of me and tendrils of sensation crawl up my spine. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. He pulls out his finger, slides it back in, repeats the action until it feels much more normal.
The next time he withdraws his finger, he replaces it with something cold, metallic. Oh, I clench down and he bends to place his cheek next to mine. "Trust me,Bellezza," he murmurs. "You do trust me, right?"
"I.." I swallow, then nod. "Yeah, I do." And I mean it. Despite everything that has happened, despite the fact that he had staged that scene which had almost shattered my heart, despite the fact that our entire relationship had started in the most unorthodox of terms… I do trust him. More than anybody else.
"Beauty?" He nuzzles the space behind my ear. "Eyes on me." He pinches my chin, turns my head toward him. I raise my gaze to his and he nips on my lower lip. I open my mouth and he swoops in. He slides the butt plug in past the tight ring of my sphincter at the same time.
"Oh," the breath whooshes out of me and he inhales it. He sucks on my tongue, kisses me with such passion, such intensity, that my head spins. I lean into him, try to flatten myself against him, but already, he is moving back. "Wha—?" I open my eyes to find him sliding off of the bed. "What are you doing?"
I turn my head in his direction as he holds out his hand, "Come on, we have to leave."
"We…do?"
He nods. "I may have risked being detected by coming to this country, but I don’t take unnecessary chances."
"You don’t?"
He wiggles his fingers and I automatically reach for them. He grabs my hand, tugs me up and off the bed. I stand before him, tip my chin up, "Where are we going?"
"You’ll see."
Half an hour later, I stare out of the window of the plane. Below me is a void of darkness which I have been told is the sea. Michael had barely allowed me to get dressed as he’d coaxed Andy into the pet carrier. I’d packed fast, and then he’d ferried me out of the room, down a private elevator, to a side entrance where his Maserati had been waiting. He’d driven us through the almost empty streets, to a private airport in the heart of the city. The same airport at which I had arrived. To the same plane that had dropped me off, or at least it seemed like the same one. Do all luxury private aircrafts look the same? The interior had seemed the same but the crew was different.
After takeoff, I had let Andy out of the carrier. He had retreated to a corner of the cabin and hadn't been particularly happy. That was, until the steward had fussed over him. Turned out, Michael had also sprung for a comfortable cat-cave like bed for him, and Andy had been somewhat mollified when he'd discovered it.
Meanwhile, Michael had guided me to a seat near the window and taken the one next to me.
I’ve just dozed off when something buzzes right between my legs. I yelp, then realize the source is the butt plug which is still firmly wedged in my back entrance. I turn to find Michael watching me with a smirk.
"Wh…what are you doing?" I stutter. "More to the point, how are you doing it?"
He holds out his palm, uncurls his fingers, and I spot the little remote control. He presses down on the button on the remote and the thing in my backhole vibrates again. My thighs quiver and my pussy spasms. The vibrations seem to go on and on, and by the end of it, I am gasping. Heat flushes my cheeks and a bead of sweat slides down my spine.
He smirks, then lean in to kiss me. "Happy Christmas and Happy Birthday," he whispers as he tucks an errant strand of hair behind my ear.
"How did you know it’s my birthday?"
"I know everything about you,piccola," He brushes his lips over mine. Then, the asshole leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. Letting me stew in my own juices… Literally. I clench my thighs together, try to block out the gnawing ache that flares between my legs, and turn to glance out of the window.
The cabin is silent, and I take in the dawn breaking over the horizon. The pinks bleed out across the skies, darkening into blues and golds as the sun rises. I glance below to see the waves stretching out before me, and in the distance, I sight land.
Next to me, he stirs. Then heat envelops me as he leans in to peer over my shoulder. "Almost there." His dark voice rumbles up his chest. My nerve-endings instantly flare to life. Goosebumps pop on my skin and I shiver. "You cold?" he nuzzles the hair at my temple and I shake my head. "Here," I turn to find him shrugging out of his leather jacket.
