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What did I think was going to happen when I followed him here? Snuck onto his jet with no plan whatsoever? That he would hand me a bag of peanuts and an eye mask, telling me to enjoy the ride while he reveals everything to me?
None of that matters now—the only thing I need to focus on is surviving this punishment. Now, he’s hitching up my dress, tugging it up and over my ass. A deep chuckle goes through him, his hand smoothing the fabric of my panties.
“Cute.” He gives a darker chuckle, shame rumbling through me with the sound.
“Ugh…” I don’t know what hurts worse, my pride or my punished skin. “Please.”
Another throaty laugh. “Please what? Touch you?”
With that, he pushes a hand between my thighs, pulling the gusset of my panties to the side. He dips a finger in the slickness of my pussy, feeling my wetness. I can’t stop the moans that come. It feels so good. Dirty, shameful, but freaking amazing. The heated pain still pulses across my skin, a glowing warmth that just makes my pussy want him more.
But his finger is gone too quickly. The spanks now return with only my panties left to protect my delicate skin. I moan, rolling my hips as he spanks the right, then left sides of my ass. His cock is rubbing against me, teasing me with the fullness, the firmness of it, a promise of what could be mine, of the hardness that could truly work away this ache…
It’s all too much.
Him seeing my heart panties, teasing me, punishing me like this, how turned on he is by me… I need more but I have to at least get his fingers back, to rub my pussy, to ease away this aching need of desire.
“I want to see more of you, beautiful.” He’s tugging at the waistband of my panties, rolling them down to the middle of my thighs. Cool air rushes over my bare, heated flesh. He takes two fingers, pushing them deep inside of me.
Finally, something to take care of the empty wanting. “Oh my God.”
I push my hips back in the air, wanting more, needing more. He scoops his hand around my ass as I raise it. He thrusts those two, joined fingers back and forth, building friction inside my tight pussy, my muscles wrapping around him.
All the sensations happening at once are a bit overwhelming. It feels so good, the stimulation, the fullness, my still stinging ass. His warm hardness beneath me. I want more than his fingers inside me.
I want him.
My words come out in a breathy plea. “I need—”
I stop myself, knowing this is utter madness. What I need is for this plane to land, to get away, and find the American consulate. A daunting task but it seems simple compared to trying to make myself stop wanting this dangerous stranger.
His fingers stop moving. He holds them still inside of me, saying, “What you need is to learn that there are dangerous men in this world and sashaying your way onto their property is a silly idea.”
My breath catches in the back of my throat. I tense my body, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
I’m shocked by what that is…
He takes his hand away from me. I gasp at the emptiness he leaves behind. He releases my wrists, moving out from under me. He grabs my waist, dragging me up onto my knees. My hands press into the soft, cold leather.
My bare ass is up in the air. He steps behind me. The sound of his zipper lowering makes my head pop up in alarm.
He can’t mean to…
My head snaps over my shoulder to get a look at him, to see if he’s really taking down his pants. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Giving you what you want. What you need. A good, hard fucking.” His mouth finds my ear. “From a real man.”
I stare, open-mouthed, at the size of his massive cock as he rolls a condom over it. I’m so wet but feel more arousal pooling as I look at his cock, knowing what’s coming.
He’s really going to fuck me? Put that thing inside me? Will it even fit?
I’m almost salivating as I watch him, “I can’t let you.”
“Let me?” He’s grabbing my hips, using his knee to push my legs further apart. The cold air whispers across my hot, wet, swollen folds. I gasp as the head of his cock presses against my opening. “You’re going to beg me.”
Tears well up in the corners of my eyes. I’m overcome with confusion. My body wants him, but my mind knows this is a dangerous game I’m playing.
Beg him to take me?
