AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter 5
BRIDGET
Past
Isit in a conflict of emotions from the spanking. Mostly, I feel uncomfortable and even embarrassed, though I don’t think the flight attendant knew what was going on. If she heard the spanking, maybe she’ll mistake it for clapping or simply not know what to make of it. Except my cheeks are probably red as tomatoes, so I keep my face lowered when she returns with Darren’s beer and asks if there’s anything else she can get for us.
A part of me is irked that Darren would spank me in public, another part of me is…titillated. If the attendant had walked in on us, I would have been mortified and probably furious with Darren. There would have been no room for titillation. Instead, it feels like we got away with something, something naughty.
But it’s not over.
After the attendant leaves, Darren leans over to me. “Feel yourself. Between the legs.”
“What?” I respond.
“You heard me.”
“I did. I just wasn’t sure you were serious.”
He raises a brow. “You think I joke about stuff like this?”
He doesn’t joke around that much, period.
“Why do you want me to do that?” I ask with touches of exasperation, anxiousness and excitement.
“Because I said so.”
“It’s to make me more uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
He grins. “That’s just icing on the cake. Now do it.”
I bristle at his command. “You can ask more nicely.”
“Or I can do it myself.”
That jolts me into action. I look around and listen for anyone coming before sneaking my hand beneath my dress.
“Make sure you rub your fingers against your pussy lips,” Darren says.
“Can you at least whisper?” I hiss before sliding my digits against my flesh.
“Now let’s see your fingers.”
He catches my wrist as I lift my hand from beneath my dress, then holds my fingers up. I can see moisture. My breath skitters unevenly.
“That from the spanking?” he asks.
I swallow and say breathily, “I don’t know.”
I watch as he sucks off my fingers. The wetness between my thighs increases.
Dropping my hand, he goes back to drinking his beer. Unsure where I should direct my feelings, I sit in silence. Should I try to quell my rising desire so I can focus on something else? Or should I encourage my ardor in the hopes of finding relief through orgasm?
But we’re on a plane. Even though we have our own suite, we’re not guaranteed privacy.
I recall my initiation into the Mile High Club. Never in my life would I have thought that I would become a member of that club. Amy would have been grossed out by the fact that it had happened in the lavatory. A part of me is equally horrified. But, like the spanking, it was titillating at the same time. Because it was wrong. Because of Darren. When I’m with him, I find myself doing things I would normally balk at. Should I be worried about that?
“What’re you thinking about?” Darren asks in a tone that makes me think he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
