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Her Dom took off her blindfold and gag to clean her up. There was nothing wrong in the way he treated her, except that I wanted to be the one touching her, the one experiencing her post-scene emotion. I wanted to be the one checking over her curvy body, then wrapping her in my arms. I wanted to be the one who got off inside her pussy, or maybe her asshole.
As the group around them dissipated, I watched her from across the room. I couldn’t see her eyes that well, but she had a full, sexy mouth now that her lips weren’t stretched around the gag. She was smiling, snuggling between her Dom and another submissive. How sweet. When he spoke, she grinned up at him.
If you were mine, I thought,you wouldn’t look at me so casually. There’d be a lot more fear in those eyes.
Chapter Two: Devin
The next afternoon,I slouched in a chair in the Galileo Flight Lounge of Pisa’s international airport, waiting to board the charter jet outside. My friend Fort and his submissive Juliet sat beside me, lost in each other’s eyes.
No, she wasn’t only his submissive anymore. She was his girlfriend. The two of them had weathered a season of ups and downs that ended in this Tuscan reunion, and a tumble into love. Good for them. After all they’d gone through, they’d earned the right to irritate everyone around them with handholding, stolen kisses, and disgustingly tender exchanges that were loud enough for me to overhear.
“I’m going to check our flight status,” I told Fort. He gave me a brief thumbs up, turning from Juliet for the barest moment. Adorable, the two of them. And annoying. I might not find them so unbearable if I’d managed to get laid last night, but I’d left Via Sofferenza soon after the group scene ended. The one woman I’d been interested in fucking had already been orgied into a subspacey orgasm. She would have been useless for the kinds of things I wanted to do to her.
Too bad.
I walked over to the airline liaison stationed in the corner of the room. Samantha was an old friend from the European circuit, a statuesque brunette with sultry eyes.
“Captain Kincaid,” she said. “How nice to see you.”
“Likewise.” I leaned on the counter beside her. “Think Dr. Novatny will show? We take off in less than an hour.”
“We’ll see.” Samantha smiled and slid a look over my blue cashmere sweater, then down to my jeans. “You look handsomer in your pilot’s uniform.” Her gaze lingered, returning to my chest with obvious interest.
Nope. She was vanilla, and too high maintenance for a man like me. “I don’t have to look handsome,” I said, giving her the side eye. “I just need to keep an astrophysicist calm.”
“Nice of you to step up, Dev.”
I shrugged. “I had to fly back to New York anyway. The big boss gave me two days off for this chivalric act.” The big boss being my father, one of the owners of Gibraltar Air.
“Ever ready to shelter the vulnerable and weak,” Samantha replied with a touch of acid.
She was aware of my Dominant proclivities—we’d known each other a long time—but she didn’t understand them. She only understood the pull she felt when I was around, the impulse to flirt and struggle, to attack and retreat. I didn’t trifle very often with non-kinky women. Too traumatic for them, and a waste of time for me.
The desktop phone rang and she picked it up. “Galileo Flight Lounge, Samantha speaking. Okay. Yes. I’ll let Captain Kincaid know.” She hung up and made a face. “Your doctor is here, but very nervous. She’s going to meet you and your party at the gate just before takeoff.”
“Just before takeoff, huh?” I shook my head. “She’s going to back out.”
“She’d better not. The NSF chartered this plane for her, and they’ve already loaded her luggage.” Samantha looked past me to where Fort and Juliet sat. I could see she was as enchanted as I was irritated by their lovey-dovey flirting. “You’re taking your friends along for the ride? They make a cute couple.”
I rolled my eyes. “A week ago he was blocked on her phone, but love conquers all. I’m happy for them, even if they’re acting like idiots.”Let it go, Dev. You should wish your friend well.“They belong together,” I conceded. “They make each other happy, which is what matters, right?”
“I agree.” She turned away from them and stared at my chest again. “So, anyway, do you know your astrophysicist’s backstory? Did they tell you what happened on her last flight?”
“I haven’t heard anything except that she needs to get to New York to work on some national science project.”
A smile tilted the corners of Samantha’s lips. “From what I understand, she went a little nuts when she flew here a couple years ago. Wigged out, screamed, caused a ruckus in the cabin. She’d tried to manage her anxiety with pharmaceuticals, but it didn’t go well.”
Aviophobia: fear of being on an airplane while in flight. Often aggravated by acrophobia (fear of heights), claustrophobia (fear of confinement), or the gut-wrenching, panic-inducing fear of losing control.
I couldn’t relate, honestly. I loved to fly, just like my father. “She hasn’t flown anywhere since then?” I asked.
“No. She’s been working at that high security lab in Santo Stefano. They collect planetary waves or something.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re listening for aliens, or mapping outer space.”
“And she’s afraid to get on an airplane?”
