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My hands are at her waist, lifting her top. Hers are at my collar, unbuttoning my shirt. I’m dimly aware of the sound of a door opening, but my muffled command, “Get the hell out,” sends the flight attendants scurrying away.
Dear God, I’ve never wanted a woman so badly in my life.
I feel like an asshole for indulging in this when my brother’s in danger, but hell if I don’t need a brief distraction.
“Fabien,” she whispers against my ear when I release her mouth long enough for her to speak. “God, you taste so good. You smell so good. But we can’t—"
“You let me decide what we can or cannot do,” I interrupt.
“Oh, is that how it goes?”
“Are you talking back to me? I told you I’d have expectations.”
“Rules?” she whispers with just enough reluctance my grip tightens.
“Rules.”
I lift her top off and glide my hands up her warm torso until I find the sweet plumpness of her breasts. I cup and weigh them in my hands as her mouth finds mine again. I lick her tongue when I find her nipples. Her hips jerk and she releases a tiny cry into my mouth. I want to taste every inch of her.
I pull away from the kiss with reluctance. “Hands behind your head,” I order. “We haven’t ironed out details yet, Nicolette. But you should know right now that I expect immediate obedience from you.”
“Ah, so you like to command in bed?” she asks with a teasing wink. “Shocking. And yes, sir, I can get behind that.”
“Not just in bed, lovely. But yes. Now put those hands behind your head like I told you.”
I groan out loud at the sight of her gorgeous breasts spilling out of a lacy little number. I snap her bra open with one hand, and when her breasts swing free, I slide my hands down her naked back to hold her while I find one of her swollen buds with my mouth. I suckle and groan, relishing the way she pants.
I lick one hardened bud, then the other. When I tease her nipple with my teeth, her hands fly forward as if to stop me.
“Hands back,” I order. “Or you’ll see what happens when you disobey me.”
“Oooh, is that how we’re playing it, then?” Her coquettish tone doesn’t dissuade me. No, it isn’t play, but she can think that for now.
“Nicolette.” My voice holds warning.
“Yes, yes, of course. If I don’t obey, you won’t let me climax, is that right?”
Among other things.
I tug a lock of her hair. “Obey.”
She falls backward against my hands, her fingers laced behind her head. I lave one nipple then the next until she’s whimpering. I can smell the seductive scent of her arousal.
“Are you wet? Do you like being threatened with punishment?” I whisper in her ear.
“Oh God, yes,” she mewls. “Fucking soaked. A strong gust of air… the slightest pressure…”
I lay her backward over my lap, the span of my hands long enough to hold her there. She’s tiny and limber, so she bends easily. I lick her navel and relish the way she shudders as if she’s about to climax.
“Give me that pussy,” I growl. “I want to taste you.”
I brace her against the span of my hands as I lay her further back.
She still wears leggings, but that doesn’t stop me from kissing her fully clothed pussy. The scent of her arousal grips me so hard I’m almost blinded by my need for her. I press my tongue to her pussy and grind my mouth against her. With a soft cry, her hips jerk. I press my mouth, the heat of my breath against her, and hold her to me while she shudders and moans. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “Yesss. Fabien…”
When she slumps back, I lift her back against my chest.
“There are… perks… to being… a gymnast,” she pants.
“Apparently so.”
I kiss her shoulder as I hold her against me. I kiss the top of her head.
“I haven’t been held like this… ever.”
“If you like to be held, I’ll remember that.”
“I do.”
My cock’s so hard it’s painful. I’d give anything to slide myself in her. I know she’d let me. She damn near promised she would.
But I don’t want to take advantage. I need her to trust me. I don’t want her to think I’m using her even though I’ve bought her for the weekend.
“Alright, mister hottie. Your turn.”
I shake my head. “Not now.”
I don’t expect her to look dejected. Her face falls. “What?”
“Not now.”
“But I… Well. Okay then. I can make you a very happy man, you know.”
Oh, she will. What she doesn’t yet understand is that I didn’t just hire her like she thinks I did.
She’ll play the part of slave in The Underground.
I’m paying her so she can leave La Maison.
I made her climax because she belongs to me. She’s mine.
