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“Stay here,” I say, walking out the bedroom door and turning on the stereo system in the main cabin. The security team is in the small area behind the flight crew, and this should absorb the sound. I text them to stay out of the main cabin for a while and hit the remote to turn the satellite to a thumping beat and smile at my soundproofing skills.
Sasha would clearly instead take a spanking, having no clue how hard they can be, rather than telling the truth. I find that disturbing and realize I have a long way to go in breaking down the walls that she has created to safeguard her heart.
When I return, her breathing has changed and her nipples are erect telling me everything I need to know. This turns her on, my beautiful little submissive is willing to play. “Angel, I’m going to bend you over my lap and then I want you to bare your beautiful ass to me. When I bend you over, I’m going to tip you so that you’re on your toes, stretched out in front of me, graceful and beautiful, the same way you are when you dance. If you tell me to stop, I won’t, but if you use your safe word, which is going to be red, then I will stop immediately, do you understand?” I ask, settling into the bedroom chair.
She nods in agreement, and I hear her breathing hitch and catch the lusty gaze that passes over her features. She looks at me as if in a trance as I pull her over my lap. Her arms dangle and I can feel her body’s pulse through the dress she’s changed into. I settle her in and slide the bottom of it up, revealing her sculptured legs and thighs, before sliding it all the way over her hips and ass to rest at her waist.
The pretty white panties and the way the lace dips between her cheeks and frames the curve of her ass makes my dick throb with need. Fuck she’s just so perfect and my cock hardens underneath her belly. She feels it, wiggling her little pussy into my thigh. “Who gives you your pleasure in the bedroom, Sasha?” I ask, pausing, giving her a moment to realize what she’s done.
“You do,” she says and the soft sound of her submission is almost too sweet to bear.
“That’s right, Angel. I’ll always give you what you need, teach you, explore what you like and don’t like. Ready?” I ask, wanting to make sure she has an out if she wants one, but I already know she won’t take it because I can feel the heat from her pussy through the material of my pants.
She nods her consent and my hand rubs her cheeks, allowing her anticipation to grow before my open hand lands on her curvaceous little ass. She yelps in surprise and goes to put her hands behind her in an attempt to ward off any further spanks, and I smirk.
“Tell me your safe word or put your hands down. Otherwise we start over each time you do it,” I say and am rewarded with an exaggerated huff, but she does exactly as I ask.
She should know by now that I do what I say. I bring my hand down, alternating over her delicate ass cheeks, warming her up, and smirk as she rubs her mound into my thighs. I go easy, wanting her to enjoy spanking and find it pleasurable and am rewarded with soft little moans as I increase the intensity and delivery, letting me know she’s just as turned on as I am.
She has her safe word, hasn’t used it, and if she did my hand would stop immediately, and she knows it. One word from her and this would be over in an instant, but instead her panting increases and she moans with unreleased desire. I know it’s hard for her to control rubbing herself on my thigh and she’s doing so well.
I shift and slide my hand beneath her so I can feel her slickness and rub her clit. She moans and her body tenses with the effort to control herself and she does so perfectly. My angel is the perfect submissive and I reward her by stroking her clit. “Let yourself go, Angel, come all over me,” I say, and she does, crying out my name as her body trembles through wave after wave.
I cradle her in my arms for the next half an hour and she falls asleep with her arms around my waist. I stand up and walk her to the bed, and lay her down, but then crawl in bed beside her because I need to feel her in my arms. The reality that any minute intel could be providing me with information about my angel that will make or break a relationship is all I can think about as I gaze down at the woman who has managed to captivate me.
26
SASHA
I wakefrom a brief nap and find myself alone and starving. I head into the bathroom to shower and pull on a nightie and robe to cover with and walk into the main cabin. There is a small light attached to a table next to the large chair in the corner, and the dark-haired beauty that I saw earlier is curled up in the chair reading.
I look around to see if Brigett is here, too, but she’s not.
“Hi, I’m Sasha. I didn’t have a chance to meet you when we came aboard,” I say.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were awake. I’m Serena,” she says, shuffling out of the chair.
I shake my head. “No, please stay. I was just going to see if there was something to eat. I’m ravenous,” I say.
“Yes, of course, let me prepare something for you,” Serena says nervously.
“I am what they say in America very self-sufficient,” I say, walking behind the bar and opening the refrigerator to see what is available. There is an assortment of sliced cheese and dips, sausage trays, and meatballs. Uggh! Hmm, shrimp! Protein! “Score,” I say, triumphantly pulling the glass covered platter of shrimp with cocktail sauce out of the cooler. She smiles widely. “Well, I’m glad someone on this flight likes it! Those men barely touched them today. I have more in the refrigerator up front marinating in lemon juice and cracked pepper. Would you like me to get some for you?” Serena asks.
“Yes, please, but only if you’ll join me. Do you like shrimp?” I say.
“I do, but that’s not necessary. Let me go and get the other appetizers for you,” Serena says as I put a few of the plain ones on my plate with a little sauce. She returns a few moments later with a dish and places it in front of me, opening the lid. “Mmm, it smells lemony and garlicky,” I say, and my mouth waters as I add some to my plate.
“Here, I hate eating alone,” I say, handing her a plate.
She looks uncomfortable, and apparently is not going to eat.
“Serena, I’m sorry you saw what you did. I didn’t have any idea that your friend Brigett was, um, keeping company with Jay or I would have never been on this flight,” I say.
She sighs and places some shrimp on her plate. “She’s not my friend. I don’t do what she and a lot of the other girls do. I’m not wired that way,” Serena says, quietly nibbling on a piece of the lemon shrimp.
I raise my eyebrows. “You mean keeping the boys, shall we say, comfortable at night?” I ask.
She nods. “These jobs are highly sought after by women in the industry. The people that own private jets pay extremely well, and obviously it’s a lot nicer than having to be a waitress to a gazillion people on a commercial flight. Brigett enjoys flirting and, well, a lot more than that. She is trying to snag a husband that has access to this luxury,” she says, gesturing around the opulence of the main cabin we are in.
