by Shelly Bell
He slung his arm around her waist and propelled her closer to the plane. “It is perfectly safe, and it’s plenty big for the two of us. Haven’t you ever flown on a small plane before?”
“Sure.” She gulped around the lump of fear in her throat. “One of those commercial planes with fifteen rows rather than the usual forty. I prefer my plane to come equipped with flight attendants and alcohol. Lots of it. In addition to the two Xanax I take an hour before the flight just to set foot on it.”
Before the events of the past couple of days, she’d always considered herself courageous. But braving the Everglades, rogue FBI agents, and now this deathtrap on wings was way outside her comfort zone.
“Don’t worry.” Logan smiled as they boarded the plane. “I’ll keep you safe.”
“How?” she asked, stepping inside the narrow aisle of the plane. “If the pilot passes out, would you know how to fly this thing?”
A man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, sneakers, and a pilot cap appeared from the cockpit. “Don’t worry, miss. I don’t plan on dying today, so you’ll be fine.” He laughed at what she guessed was his idea of a joke and stretched out his hand. “Captain Ivan Rothschild at your service. I take it you’re Mr. and Mrs. Smith?”
Mr. and Mrs. Smith? Did he really believe those were their names? And that they were married?
Logan shook the pilot’s hand and they spoke about altitude and flight time for a couple of minutes while she checked out the interior. There were four rows of leather seats. The seats were wider and the rows roomier than on commercial flights, but the plane itself was narrower and seemed to be shrinking by the second.
“Relax, Rachel,” Logan said, rubbing the back of her neck reassuringly. “You’re in good hands.”
Hyperventilating, she blinked a few times and realized the pilot had gone back into the cockpit already. Since she couldn’t get her feet to move, Logan helped her advance farther into the plane and into her seat. A few moments later, he waved a mini-bottle of vodka under her nose. “Take a drink.”
She knocked it back in two large gulps, the burn of it sliding down her throat and warming her belly.
Working in the high-pressure field of journalism, Rachel couldn’t show weakness or the people waiting in the wings for their chance would snatch up the opportunity to upstage her. Since she’d started at the station fresh out of college as a lowly assistant to the producer, she’d taken every precaution to shield herself from looking as if she had any vulnerabilities. It was sink or swim in her profession, and in seven years, she’d managed to keep her head above water.
But now she wasn’t only sinking, she was drowning. And Logan got a front-row seat to her humiliation.
Beside her in the aisle, he crouched, placing his hands on her knees. “Rachel, you need to breathe. Concentrate on my voice,” he said, his tone firm but soothing, as it had been the other night as he’d bound her. “I’m going to count back from thirty, and I want you to repeat each number after me.”
She nodded mindlessly. By the time they’d counted to one, her breathing had normalized and the pressure from her chest had lifted.
“You know why you have a fear of flying?” he asked as he settled in the seat beside her. He reached over her lap and grabbed the buckle, belting her in before clicking himself into his own seat.
The whir of the engine started up, but she was too agitated by his question to care. “I don’t have a fear of flying. I have a fear of crashing.”
A slow smirk spread across his face. “No, you have a fear of losing control. When you fly, you’re completely dependent on someone else for your safety. There’s a great amount of trust that comes from handing over your power to another, and you have a hard time doing it.”
“That’s not true. I did it the other night with you.” The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop, and she immediately regretted them.
“Yes, but I had to tie you up, blindfold, and gag you in order to get you to relax.”
As the plane sped down the runway, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Too bad that’s never going to happen again.”
He leaned into her, his eyes daring her to lie to him. “Oh no? And why not?”
“I’ve decided.”
“You’ve decided.” He cupped her chin, tilting her face toward him. “What happened to our agreement?”
She licked her lips. “You can’t hold me to it. It’s not as though it was binding.”
His mouth inched closer, hovering over hers. “Are you saying you’re a woman who goes back on her word?”
“Yes.” Confused, she shook her head. “No.” They were in the air, the ocean below them, and she wasn’t freaking out because all she could concentrate on was the faded scar on his bottom lip. What had he asked? “I can’t think.”
“Exactly,” he murmured as his lips brushed over hers.
In that moment, she decided that thinking was overrated.
She should’ve known by the way he’d used his mouth on her pussy, but wow, the man could kiss. His lips slanted softly over hers, teasing and coaxing her to part her lips so their tongues could dance in a passionate tango. She sighed into his mouth, the tension in her muscles ebbing away like a mirage in the desert. With a rumble from deep in his throat, the kiss changed, Logan apparently no longer satisfied with soft exploration. Instead he devoured her, his palm wrapped around the nape of her neck, holding her captive to his domination of her mouth. Heat suffused her body, a heady rush that left her dizzy and aching.
She didn’t know a kiss could be like this, as if he was making love to her with his mouth. It absolutely terrified her. Because love had nothing to do with what was going on between them. It was simply lust. Only nothing about this situation was simple.
But the intensity of his kiss made her want to dive headfirst into the tempestuous sea and forget that falling in love with a Dom who craved control would only end in her drowning alone. Because no matter how much she liked him, she wasn’t a submissive. She couldn’t give him control over anything outside the bedroom, and although he swore he didn’t require it, she couldn’t take that risk. Maintaining control was equally as important to her.
As long as she didn’t fall in love with him, was there any reason to deny herself a few orgasms? She wasn’t sure if her climaxes were a result of the man himself, his talents, his domination, or, like a perfect storm, a combination of all three, but she wasn’t naïve enough to believe another man could produce the same outcome. Not after more than ten years of lovers who had tried their damn hardest to give her an orgasm and failed. Logan had shown her climaxes were half-physical and half-mental, and only those who could break through the barrier and quiet her thoughts would be the ones who could give her the ultimate pleasure.
Now she would return the favor.
She moaned as he thumbed one of her nipples over her shirt. The captain’s voice came on over a speaker announcing they were at a cruising altitude, but it was dulled by the thudding of her heart. Ripping her mouth away, she unbuckled her seat belt and fell to her knees, situating herself in front of him. She spread his legs, moving between them, and released his seat belt before going to work on the button of his pants.
His hand covered hers. “Rachel, you don’t have to do that.”
She’d heard that line from guys before, but this was the first time she believed it. Logan truly didn’t expect anything in return for the orgasm he’d given her the other night. With him, it wasn’t quid pro quo when it came to pleasuring his lover.
Which made her want to do it for him even more. “I want to. If we’re going to do this again, I don’t want to be the only one getting off. I want to please you.”
And she did. Those words had never been uttered by her to a lover. Pleasing them was nothing more than a means to an end. It wasn’t something she’d wanted to do. With the exception of the boy who’d taken her virginity, sex had never been about affection. It had been a mutual agreement between two parties for b
usiness purposes. Her agreement to temporarily become lovers with Logan had started much the same way. But a couple of minutes after he’d started her massage two nights ago, she had realized there was something different about what was happening between them. Without having experienced anything like it in the past, she just didn’t know what it was. Even as her heart pounded and her palms sweated, she was calmer around Logan. Her thoughts slowed and her breathing deepened. It was as if her body was attuned to his. But what she felt for Logan went beyond physical attraction. Until him, no man had ever made her feel safe. There were people out there who wanted them dead, and yet he had a way of making her forget it. With him, she discovered a sense of peace that she hadn’t realized was missing from her life. From his seat, he gazed down at her with indecision in his eyes, his pupils dilating and cock growing under her fingertips. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Pick a safe word.”
“Family,” she said automatically, her eyebrows raised in question. Why would she need a safe word to give a blow job? Besides, it wasn’t as if she could talk with his dick between her lips.
Not for the first time in the past couple of days, he read her expression. “If your mouth is busy and you need to stop, snap your fingers.” At her shuddered breath, he hooked his hands under her armpits and pulled her to her feet before hurtling himself out of his seat. He tugged her to the aisle of the plane, then, with his hands on both her shoulders, pushed her gently to the floor again. “I’m gonna teach you how to please me.”
Rather than offend her, the demand sent shivers down her arms and across her chest, hardening her nipples. Still, as she unbuttoned his pants, she rolled her eyes, not wanting him to see the power he had over her. Right now, she was supposed to be in charge. “I know how to give a blow job.”
He held her chin firmly between his thumb and index finger, tilting her face up. “Don’t want a blow job. Giving me a blow job requires you to think. Puts you in control.”
Her eyes widened. This was about his pleasure, not hers. He was the one who was supposed to lose control. Her lips parted in protest, but he hushed her by plunging his thumb between them.
He smiled darkly at her. “I’m taking that control from you. Now, unzip me and pull out my cock. I’m dying to get inside that hot sassy mouth of yours and fuck your face.”
Tremors raced down her spine to her pussy. She worked over a swallow, the crude vision of Logan using her mouth for his own pleasure playing in her head like a pornographic movie. It was filthy. Repugnant. Wrong.
Wrong had never felt so right.
Chapter Fifteen
SLOWLY UNZIPPING HIS pants, she was filled with as much anticipation as opening up a birthday present. By the time she got to his boxer briefs, she’d had enough of slow. She yanked down his pants to the floor and stared at the covered erection in front of her. She could see the outline of his cock through his underwear, and although she’d yet to see it, she could tell it was much larger than average. Wanting to know how much larger and too impatient to wait, she rubbed her knuckles over it, feeling it jump from her touch.
Logan ripped her hand away. “I didn’t tell you to use your hands on me.” He grabbed her other hand and set both of them on the sides of his hips. “Get me naked now, Rach. I’m done playing.”
One touch of his cock over his underwear, and he thought she was playing? She thought briefly about showing him what playing meant, but this wasn’t about her. It was about pleasing him, and if that meant following every one of his domineering commands, she’d do it. She was just as eager to take him in her mouth as he was to get there.
She drew his underwear down his solid thighs until they joined his pants on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Spreading his legs a bit, he placed a hand on top of her head.
His thick cock bobbed in front of her, the tip of it springing toward his belly button. It was darker than the rest of his skin, as if blushing from the blood that was coursing through it. A drop of precome dripped from the slit, running down the underside of his tip. How would it taste? She inhaled, taking in the spicy musk of his arousal.
“Open that mouth of yours, gorgeous.” The hand on her head remained, his fingers tangling into her hair, while the other hand wrapped around the base of his dick.
Knowing he’d fill her mouth completely, she opened it wide as he fed his cock to her inch by inch.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Wrap those lush lips of yours around my cock and take as much as I give you.”
The breadth of his cock stretched her lips as far as they could comfortably go. The taste of his precome hit her tongue, its slight saltiness reminding her of the ocean they’d left behind in Florida.
Before he got to the back of her throat, he stopped his intrusion, his hands moving to her cheeks. “Ah, yeah. You’re such a good girl. Now keep your head just like that while I slide my cock along that tongue.”
Her pussy’s walls quivered at his words, her arousal drenching her panties. She’d never been so turned on from pleasuring someone else. Until now, she would’ve never imagined it was possible. But hearing the breathlessness in his voice, seeing the flare of excitement in his eyes, tasting his tangy precome on her tongue, made her feel powerful even as he controlled her. She didn’t have to think or worry about whether he was enjoying it. He showed her with every thrust, every word he uttered, every low groan. And because of that, she was free to lose herself in the moment. She may not want a man to control her outside of sex, but judging by her body’s response to his domination of her, submitting to him aroused her.
He pumped slowly in and out of her mouth, careful not to gag her. “Slide your hand under your bra and squeeze your tits for me.”
Following his directive, she hummed around his cock, the pressure she exerted on her breast relieving a bit of the building ache in them.
“You like to play so much, why don’t you play with that hard nipple that’s been teasing me.”
She pinched her nipple and rolled it between her fingers, her eyes practically rolling back in her head from the darts of pleasure zipping from her nipple to her pulsing clit.
As if he was losing a bit of his control, Logan increased his pace, his fingers pressing harder into her cheeks. “Later, I’m gonna tie you to the bed, bind your breasts, and then I’m gonna slide my cock between them and fuck you that way. Come all over that pretty face of yours.” He tapped her cheek. “You like that idea? Does it make you wet to think about me using your body to get myself off? ’Cause I’m gonna do it.”
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment, consuming every filthy word he spoke and picturing the fingers on her nipple were his.
“There’s not a single part of you I’m not going to mark with my come,” he murmured. “It’ll be dripping out of you, I’m gonna fill you so good.” He exhaled as if imagining it. “Are you aching for me? Does your greedy pussy want my cock?”
She couldn’t speak or nod her head, so by pleading with her eyes and humming in accord, she attempted to convey to him how much she wanted his cock inside her right then.
He groaned, picking up her message loud and clear. “I want to see how much you want it. Show me. Rub your fingers on the outside of your pussy and get them nice and shiny. Don’t touch your clit or put your fingers inside you. You’re gonna have to wait for me to do that.”
Oh, God, she was never going to survive if he made her wait much longer. She eagerly slid the hand she wasn’t using on her breast into her pants and underneath her panties, not surprised to find herself slick and slippery with her pussy’s moisture.
“I can hear how wet you are,” he said after a minute of her running her fingers up and down her slit. “Now I want to see it.”
She pulled her hand out of her panties and held it up over her head.
Logan licked his lips. “Oh yeah, you’re desperate for me to make you come, aren’t you? Soon, Tiger. I’m almost there.” He ceased thrusting and withdrew from her mouth, grasping her han
d and wrapping it around his cock. “Paint my dick with your juices.”
She glided her hand up and down the length of him, coating him in her arousal.
He tapped her cheek again and stayed her hand. “Open.” He pushed his cock between her lips and pumped it into her mouth at a quicker and jerkier pace than before. “Taste yourself. Taste good?” he asked breathlessly.
To answer his question, she hollowed her cheeks to increase the suction around him. Drips of his salty preejaculate splashed on her tongue, mixing in with the spice of her juices.
Logan’s legs trembled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He tangled his fingers into her hair and left the other on her cheek as his cock twitched and shots of hot come jettisoned into her mouth. “Drink it down. Drink it all down.”
She swallowed over and over, the endless streams of come sliding down her throat. As if he’d finished a marathon, Logan breathed heavily, the tension of his muscles visibly more relaxed and his eyes sleepy. When his dick slipped from her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled.
Damn it, he’d been right. There was a big difference between a blow job and face-fucking. Face-fucking had made her horny as hell. Amazing what the loss of control and some dirty talk could do to her. It was almost as good as coming herself, but her body was still hanging on the precipice, waiting for the touch to take her over the edge.
He turned and went over to the seats, giving her a great view of his perfectly muscled ass. He bent slightly, reclining the back of one of the seats before striding to her and lifting her to her feet. He led her to the seat and playfully pushed her into it. “Lie back.”
Like a man on a mission, he went straight to work on getting her out of her pants and divesting her of her soaked panties. He dropped to his knees and hooked her legs on each of his shoulders, opening her to his heated gaze. He’d seen her like this before, but since the last time she’d been blindfolded, it was the first time she got to witness the hunger in his eyes as his mouth descended onto her pussy and his tongue made contact with her swollen, exposed clit.
