We pulled into an airport and drove straight to the terminal where a private jet was waiting along with another black town car. Jake was outside talking to the pilot and turned his head as my car approached. I got a sudden feeling of butterflies in my stomach. It was silly. I’d been sleeping with this man for weeks now; he’d seen every inch of me and done things to my body no one else ever had, and here I was feeling like a nervous school girl on a first date.
Once the driver had pulled up to the other town car, he stopped and stepped outside. I could see Jake excuse himself from the pilot and head towards us. Coming around to my side of the car, the driver opened the door for me and handed me out. Jake stopped in his tracks once I stepped out. He looked a little surprised before a slow appreciative smile spread across his lips. I smoothed my dress in front of me and smiled back at him, trying to tamp down the giddiness bubbling up within me.
Jake looked as dashing as I’d ever seen him. He looked like the epitome of debonair elegance in his dark gray bespoke suit and crisp white shirt and black tie. His sandy brown hair was slicked back, though a lock of hair had broken free and rested against his forehead. I had a sudden urge to brush that lock back, but clenched my fist at my sides. His dark blue eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at me.
“Like what you see?” I teased when he approached me.
“Very much,” he replied, a smile tugging on his lips.
“You’ve been very secretive. Are you going to tell me what this is all about? Where are we going?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he replied. He took my hand and led me towards the private jet. Looking up close, I noticed the plane was emblazoned with his corporate logo on the side. Of course it would be his private jet. What kind of a billionaire would he be without one? I thought wryly.
Jake quirked an eyebrow at me as if reading my thoughts. “After you,” he said, waving me in front of him to climb the steps into the plane.
“I hope you’re not planning any transcontinental flight,” I warned, once I had been seated. “I didn’t bring my passport with me.”
“Don’t worry, we won’t go far,” he assured me.
“Just how far is far?” I asked, my curiosity eating away at me.
Jake shook his head, faint amusement lighting his eyes. “Just relax and enjoy the ride,” he said. “We’ll be there soon enough.”
“Can I ask what we’ll be doing?” I prod.
He shrugged, “You can ask, but I’m still not going to tell you.”
“Ugh,” I mumbled frustration straining my voice. “I hate secrets.”
Jake laughed at my whining, the crinkles deepening around his eyes giving him a carefree appearance. I’d never seen him so light hearted and playful. Intense, cynical, brooding, sensual, I’d seen those sides of him. This new playful side was something that I could get used to.
The pilot’s voice over the intercom interrupted our conversation. Jake took the opportunity to get up and reach behind the bar for a bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses out and carried them in his leisurely way.
“To the start of a wonderful night,” he toasted once he had handed me my glass.
Jake sank back in his seat, surveying me through his keen eyes. The plane had just taxied on the runway and was about to take off. The roar of the jet engines momentarily distracted me and I stared out the window while taking another sip of the champagne. My eyes kept drifting back to look at Jake though, like some magnetic attraction I couldn’t fight. Jake hadn’t taken his eyes off me, not feeling the same kind of nerves I was feeling. His gaze was disconcerting, sending a flush of heat up my neck.
“Do you like making me nervous?” I asked, unable to take it any longer.
“Do I make you nervous?” he drawled lazily.
“Yes you do, actually. Don’t act like you’re surprised by it. I’m sure you’ve perfected the art of making people nervous,” I replied, daring him to contradict me.
He shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I won’t say it’s not an advantage.”
I looked out the window as the plane started down the runway for takeoff. What was I doing here with this man? Was this my life now—jet setting with a handsome billionaire to undisclosed locales? I marveled.
“You look stunning this evening,” Jake said, breaking into my thoughts. “I don’t know if I’ve already told you that.”
“Thank you,” I reply, pleased with myself.
“Did you have any problems with the credit card?” he asked.
“I didn’t use your credit card.”
A look of disappointment briefly crossed his face before being replaced by a bland expression.
“Oh really? I hope it didn’t put you out too much,” he said, looking at my dress.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to suppress the cutting reply that threatened to spill out. I couldn’t entirely erase the annoyance from my voice when I replied, “I can afford to buy my own clothes, thank you very much.”
Jake seemed caught off guard by my strong reaction, but that didn’t break his calm demeanor. A minute lift of that perfect eyebrow, and a murmured “My apologies” were all the reaction I got from him.
“By the way,” I said, digging into my purse, “here’s your credit card back.”
“I’m sorry if you were offended by my presumption. I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” he said, slipping the credit card into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
“I just don’t like to feel like a ‘bought woman’. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” I said.
“I can see that. I was just trying to make it easier on you. Many people wouldn’t have been prepared for this unexpected trip. I didn’t want you to inconvenience yourself any more than you had to,” he added contritely.
My resentment went out the window with his confession. I was surprised at his thoughtfulness. It brought a warm smile to my face to think that he was thinking of me.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Fact is, you didn’t inconvenience me at all. You actually did me a favor.”
“A favor?” he asked, surprised. “How so?”
“You gave me an opportunity to wear this dress. It’s just been sitting in my closet for years.”
“I’m glad I could be of service,” he said, nodding his head in my direction.
My stomach grumbled involuntarily amid the silence in the cabin.
“Have you eaten anything today?” Jake asked, a note of concern in his voice.
“I must’ve forgotten,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. My mind had been laser focused on preparing for tonight, that I had forgotten to eat.
“You need to eat more,” he admonished. “You should be taking better care of yourself.”
“I think I can stand to skip a few more meals,” I joked, patting the soft rounded pouch of my belly.
“I don’t agree,” Jake answered seriously. He unbuckled his seat belt and headed towards the refrigerator by the bar. “I’m sure there must be something in here to eat.”
“It’s fine. I’ll eat when we land. You do have dinner planned for us, don’t you?” I asked.
“You should eat something now.”
Jake bent his long lean form down in front of the mini fridge, rummaging through the items in there. Thoughts of food were quickly replaced by how sexy he looked in his dress slacks. The soft cashmere fabric hugged his body to perfection. Memories of his naked body the night before came unbidden into my mind. He was so goddamn gorgeous, I sometimes didn’t think he was real—like a Greek statue come to life. And he wanted me. Reliving the scenes of him taking me and using my body for his pleasure and bringing me to orgasm over and over again sent a tingling sensation deep within me. I suddenly had a hunger for something other than food.
“There doesn’t seem to be anything to eat in here,” he said, looking at me sheepishly.
“Hmm, well I’m sure there must be something else I can nibble on,” I said, looking at him intently. H
e caught the heated desire in my eyes, and his expression changed in an instant at my words. His eyes bore into mine, his lust plain to see. It excited me to think I could turn him on so easily. I wanted Jake to take me right then and there on the plane.
“I think you’re right,” he said getting up and walking towards me.
He moved with the fluid grace of a panther prowling in the jungle. Gone was the easy nonchalance, and in its place was a hungry animal ready to ravish me.
“Come,” he said, grabbing my hand and lifting me from the seat.
“Where are we going?”
“To my bed.”
“You have a bed on the plane?” I asked, as I followed him to the back of the plane.
“Of course.”
“Why am I not surprised by that?”
“No more questions.” He kissed me on my lips, preventing me from saying anything else.
His arms rested against the wall on either side of my head as he brushed his body flush against mine. I ran my hands through his hair, mussing up his impeccably styled locks, and groaned against his lips.
“Come in here,” he said, breaking away from the kiss and turning the knob on the door behind him. Jake stepped aside when I entered. The room had a large queen size bed that took up most of the space. Jake closed and locked the door before turning his attention to me.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered me, as he loosened the silk tie around his neck.
I kicked off my heels and scooted on the bed. “So you want something to nibble on, eh?” he asked. His eyes raked over me, settling on my heaving breasts. The front of his pants evidenced his desire for me and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Take off your dress,” he commanded, eyeing me intently.
I did as I was told, shimmying myself out of my dress and tossing it over the chair by the bed. I was feeling giddy with excitement. I’d never made love on a plane before, much less a private jet. It was a new experience and I knew it would be amazing, especially with Jake. He looked me up and down appreciatively as I lay on the bed in my black panties and matching bra.
“Take everything off,” he said once he had gotten his fill of looking at me.
I made quick work of discarding my undergarments and sat on my heels waiting for his next move. Jake dug in the draw of the dresser behind him and pulled something out. I craned my neck to see but couldn’t make it out, only that it was black. When he turned back to face me he had a mischievous smile on his lips.
“Come here,” he said.
I scooted forward on the bed, curiosity eating me up. Jake pulled out a black contraption with metal hooks and loops.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Now turn around and close your eyes.”
His tone brooked no argument and I knew I wouldn’t get any answers out of him, so I did as I was told. Besides, it was fun and exciting not knowing what was coming next. I felt a cool soft material against my face and over my eyes. Jake tightened the fabric over my eyes so that I was completely blind.
“I’m going to tie you up. Put your hands behind your back,” Jake ordered.
I’d never been blindfolded and tied up before. It was a vulnerable position to be in but I knew I could trust Jake. He grasped my right wrist and I felt a soft velvety fabric brush against it before being tightened. Jake did the same to my other wrist and hooked the two together. I tried to pull my hands apart to test the tension and felt the constraining bonds hold me tightly in place. There wasn’t much lax in the bonds.
I felt utterly at Jake’s mercy, and it excited me more than I could have believed. Being bound and blindfolded heightened my other senses and made me hyper aware of each new sensation. My ears perked up as I heard Jake unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. It made a jingling sound as his belt buckle hit the floor. I turned my head in the direction of the sound reflexively even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to see anything. I was picturing Jake standing there naked in all his glory. I’d seen enough of him in that state to get an accurate idea in my head of what he looked like. I felt large warm hands grasp my hips and pull me back towards the edge of the bed.
“Bend down and put your ass in the air,” he told me as he pushed my head down. I felt completely exposed, yet in my own little world at the same time. I could feel the warmth emanating from Jake’s body and knew he was standing so close to me. My body grew wet in anticipation of what he was going to do next. I arched my ass up in the air and spread my legs apart wider, waiting for him. Instead, I felt a stinging slap across my bare bottom.
“Ow!” I yelled shocked. My body tensed up and I drew my legs together at the unexpected pain.
“Keep your ass in the air,” he demanded as his hands pulled my hips back up.
“What did you hit me for?” I asked.
“Because I want to. Now do as you’re told,” he said, giving me another stinging slap.
My cheeks clenched together, but I did as I was told. Jake’s hand came down several more times on my bottom, but instead of the pain I was expecting, I felt an unexpected stirring of pleasure as well. My bottom felt raw and the skin tingled at each strike. It surprised me when he brought his hand down again and I moaned into the soft down comforter.
“I knew you liked it, you naughty girl,” he said, slapping me again. “I love how your ass looks like this.”
“Mmm,” I moaned. I was in anticipation of his next strike and found myself wiggling my bottom in the air to entice him further. Jake stilled his hand and all I could hear was him breathing heavily. I knew he was turned on and that brought a smile to my lips.
“You’re so unbelievably sexy,” he murmured close to my ear. My skin tingled as his warm breath brushed against my cheek. “I love how red and rosy your ass looks under my hand; I love how you wiggle your hips and moan into the bed when I spank you; I love how your legs are spread apart just waiting for me.”
I was so turned on; his words were like an aphrodisiac, binding me under his spell. He brought me to the edge with just his words, but I needed more to bring me over. I knew what I wanted and needed and so did Jake. He slid his hand between my thighs and rubbed his finger against my clit in slow undulating circles.
“Oh God!” I moaned. It felt so good but I still needed more. Jake was holding back and I knew it. He was drawing this out as long as he could and it was a slow torture for me. I felt completely powerless bound up like this, not knowing what he would do next. His finger slid from my clit down to my warm wetness and he drew in first one finger then two. I pushed back against his fingers, grinding into him. It felt amazing and I was on the verge of coming but I held back.
“Please Jake,” I pleaded.
“What would you like?” he asked smoothly.
“You know what I want. I want you, right now.”
Jake stepped back and I could feel the cool air brush up against my skin causing me to shiver. I heard him slip something out of the side table and the rip of a foil package. He was behind me again. I felt him rub his erection against my warm wet core. In an instant his hands grabbed my hips and he buried himself into me with such fervor, I momentarily lost my balance. He held me up and drew himself out before slowly easing himself back in. The feeling of him filling me felt so right; like the missing piece of a puzzle I had been trying to solve.
He thrust into me forcefully, and I knew he needed this as much as I did. It wasn’t tender and gentle, but frantic and frenzied. I arched my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Each sense was heightened with the blindfold on. I could hear the sounds of our bodies as they smacked against each other, feel the sharp tug of pain as his hands grabbed my hair, smell the musky scent of sweat in the small bedroom as our heated bodies worked to reach the climax that was within grasp.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. It was so powerful, I found myself screaming out loud. My cries of ecstasy were muffled by the bed. I writhed beneath him drawing out every last ounce of pleasure I could.
/> Jake kissed my back as he continued to move within me building up his pace, until he finally arched his hips forward and cried out loudly as he let himself go. Jake held me tightly while he slowly stilled his movements. My body felt limp, like I’d just run a marathon. Jake murmured a few words I couldn’t make out into my ear before he collapsed on the bed next to me. I rolled over to face him, but the blindfold was still in place.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he finally said. I smiled at the sound of his voice, feeling completely at peace in that moment.
“I hope you’ll untie me first.”
“Roll over.”
I rolled over onto my stomach and felt a sharp stinging on my bottom.
“Ow!” I uttered.
“That’s for your cheek,” Jake said, laughingly.
His hands undid the knot of the blindfold and I blinked against the brightness of the room. My eyes focused on Jake lying on his side smiling at me. My hair was plastered all over my face, and my arms were still pinned behind my back. I was sure I looked a hot mess but I didn’t care. I smiled back at him feeling completely satiated.
A few moments later, the pilot came on the intercom notifying us that the plane would be landing soon.
“I’ve certainly worked up an appetite,” I said.
“Good,” Jake replied.
He had already gotten dressed and was tightening the tie around his neck after slipping his jacket over his shoulders. I stood next to the bed and I slipped my dress over my head. We exited the bedroom and returned to our seats to prepare for the landing.
Another black town car was waiting for us at the airport once we arrived. I had no idea what state we were in, or where we were headed.
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