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“Great, because I’ve got a zit on my butt right now, and it’s irritating me.”
“I promise to examine it closely once we’re airborne. Now come with me. We’ve got a flight to catch.”
62
Hunter
* * *
“I thought you hated me,” she says as the seatbelt lights go off above our heads.
“Likewise.”
“Turns out maybe one of the things we need to learn to make this work is better communication.”
“In the spirit of which, get up right now.”
“Why?”
“Are you thinking of disobeying me?” I raise my eyebrows. “That would be most unwise.”
A beaming smile of recognition appears on her face, but then she masters it, swallowing it back down. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Walk into the bathroom and leave the door unlocked. In two minutes, I will join you in there. I expect you to be naked except for this.”
I pass something into her palm. She glances down at it, her cheeks burning bright red. “Is this what I think it is?”
“You have any questions?”
“Only how you got this through the metal detectors.”
“The power of being a Don. Clock’s ticking. You know how I abhor lateness.”
She leaps up and dashes off, her hand tightly shut. I adjust my tie and then check the time. That’s long enough.
I get to my feet and stroll through first class. We have the only seats. I made sure. I bought out the other passengers. I want to enjoy this time together without the possibility of interruptions.
I don’t knock. I push open the bathroom door. There she is, totally naked. I stand in the doorway, drinking in her beauty. “Someone might see,” she says. “Shut the door!”
“Turn around and bend over first. Show me you did what I asked.”
“Hunter!”
“The door doesn’t close until you do as you’re told. Hurry now, I think I can hear a stewardess coming.”
She squeaks, spinning around and bending over, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands. “There,” she says, looking back over her shoulder. “Now, will you shut the door?”
I stare at the jeweled plug sticking out of her. “Good girl,” I tell her, stepping inside and shutting the door, sliding it locked, and then taking another step her way. “Stay where you are.”
I slap my hand down on her ass. “That’s for walking away from me,” I tell her, spanking her a second time. “You will never do that again without permission.”
I slap down on her ass again. “That’s for wearing panties without permission.”
I slide my hand between her ass cheeks, feeling the plug, moving it around, pushing it back and forth inside her. “Feel good?” I ask.
“So good,” she replies.
“Ever had one of these in you before?”
