by Jenna Rose
“Who are you? Bruce Wayne?” she asked as she took the first step. “Having your butler come get me and bring me to your private plane?”
“Bruce would own the plane,” I smiled, taking her hand as she reached the top. “I just charter.”
Her skin was soft and she was warm. She smelled incredible—some kind of perfume or shampoo—but I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and get a whiff of her real scent.
I expected some kind of reaction from her when she stepped into the plane. Most people gasped, cried out, sighed, or jumped up and down at the sight of such exorbitant luxury, but Kylie simply looked around and nodded like she was appraising the thing for sale.
“Nice,” she said simply. “No flying coach for a man of your stature, eh?”
“I can’t be seen with the riff-raff,” I joked, but Kylie gave me a look like she wasn’t sure if I was kidding or not.
“Just a joke,” I replied, holding my hands up like a cop facing off with the police. “It’s more about scheduling than it is about being a baller. But pretending you’re Puff Daddy for a few hours flying across the country doesn’t hurt either.”
I led her into the main cabin, past the two smiling flight attendants who greeted us as we came inside, and over to a couch that sat by the windows. I moved to sit down beside her, but she quickly took a seat in one of the chairs across from me.
Still not sure about me, I thought with a slight smile. She’ll be a tough nut to crack.
But I wasn’t a man to shy away from a challenge. Never in my life had I seen something I wanted and not gone for it, and Kylie was no different.
“Ever flown private before?” I asked.
“Let’s not mess around,” she replied. “I want to know before we take off just what it is you are offering me, how much you’re paying me, and what the terms are.”
I tried not to smile as I waved to Alfred, who brought over my tablet. I unlocked it and found the contract my lawyer had sent over in my e-mail.
“Here’s the contract,” I told her. “It’s very basic and not filled with legal jargon. It basically says what I told you on the phone, and down here is your yearly salary to be paid to you every two weeks.”
I pointed at the figure on the screen. When Kylie saw it, her eyes almost bugged out of her head like one of those old Warner Brothers cartoons. She quickly tried to hide it.
“That…that much?” she asked, dumbfounded.
“That much,” I smiled. “You’re worth it.”
She looked at me like I was crazy, but I held her gaze with confidence to let her know I wasn’t messing around.
“There’s nothing in here about Nuru massages or happy endings, is there?” she asked. “Because I don’t do those—”
“Kylie,” I told her, taking her hand. “I would never try and trick you into something like that, and I want to make sure I apologize again for the misunderstanding we had back at your studio. I’m not that kind of guy.”
I saw a flicker in her eye. She wanted to believe me, but she didn’t want me to know that, so she gave me another sassy little sneer.
“Uh huh,” she replied. “And what if I want to break this little contract of ours?”
“You can,” I told her. “At any time.”
“Fine,” Kylie said, taking the stylus from me and signing her name on the tablet. “Besides, my dad owns two big shotguns, so if you mess with me—”
“I would never,” I told her as I took the tablet from her and handed it to Alfred. “Now, we’re about to take off. Why don’t we get started?”
“Get started?” she asked, but I was already walking toward the back of the cabin with her hand in mine.
“You belong to me now,” I joked, knowing it would get a rise out of her. “And my back could use some attention before the game tomorrow.”
“But I don’t have my table here or anything—” she started to say, but went silent when I pulled her into the back room and showed her my surprise.
A full massage table, more expensive than anything at her studio, sat in front of the full queen-sized bed. Soft LED lights that were meant to imitate candles flickered gently around the room, and a small table with different oils sat by one wall. I dunno how Alfred had managed to get it all together so quickly, but I’d definitely paid a premium for the speed.
“Wow, look at you,” Kylie said with admiration, her sweet voice causing my cock to pulse between my thighs. “Your own mobile massage studio.”
“I was going to compete with you actually,” I joked back. “Cater only to the wealthiest of women.”
“Women only, huh?” Kylie asked. She was still sassing me, but did I detect a hint of jealousy in her eye?
“It’s how I get down,” I told her.
“Uh huh,” she said. “Well, get undressed and get on the table.”
“Is that any kind of way to talk to your new boss?” I asked.
“Excuse me?”
I smiled and stepped closer to her, leaned in like I was going to kiss her, but slid my arm around her and shut the door behind her. The expression on her face was priceless, but it took every bit of will power I had to step back and keep myself from pressing my lips against hers.
They were plump and firm, made for kissing—and other things…
“I’m your new boss, Kylie,” I repeated. “And I expect a certain amount of respect from you now.”
That threw her off. She opened her mouth to speak, but just then, the pilot’s voice came over the intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to take off, so if you could kindly take your seats until we’re airborne, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“Come,” I told her, wrapping my arm around her waist. She let out a tiny surprised breath as I pulled her over to the couch and sat her down beside me. “We can get started once we’re airborne.”
I reached around her and found the seat buckle, then clasped it over her waist. My body was aching for her. My hands were so close…all I had to do was slide my fingers between her legs and find her flower…
…but I wasn’t going to do that. Not yet. Kylie was like a beautiful wild horse that was impossible to tame. She had to come to me.
And she would. It was only a matter of time.
Chapter Five
Kylie
My stomach turned over again and it had nothing to do with the plane lifting off.
I could hardly believe what was happening. I was strapped into a couch—a couch in a private plane, sitting next to Trent Baron, while we flew to…
I realized I didn’t even know where we were headed, actually. But what I did know was that he’d gone out of his way to set up a massage studio here in the back for us to use, and that it was growing harder and harder for me to resist him with every passing second. I almost leapt out of my seat when the little seatbelt sign dinged off, letting us know it was okay to get up and walk around.
“Okay,” I blurted out. “Go ahead and lie down on the table and we’ll get started.”
I was almost shaking already, and the cocky little look in Trent’s eyes wasn’t helping at all.
“No,” he said simply.
“No?” I replied. “What…I don’t understand—”
“I just thought it would be nice to switch things up.”
“Switch things up?” I asked as he propped himself up on the table, looking like a male cover model.
“Yeah,” he grinned, sitting up all the way. “Kylie, I think it’s time that I massage you.”
My heart skipped at least three beats and fluttered like a butterfly. He must have seen the surprise in my face, because his smile deepened and he got to his feet and stood before me like Hercules, his incredible body bathed in the soft light of the cabin.
“I—”
“Go ahead and lie down on the table and we’ll get started,” he said, speaking my words to me.
Oh. My. God.
I was frozen. I had no sassy reply this time. I was completely smitte
n by Trent and this was a turn I hadn’t seen coming.
“You—you want to massage me?”
“I’m dying to,” he replied, his voice sending a shiver through my body.
Fuck yes!
That was what I wanted to scream. But I settled for something a little more appropriate.
“Okay…”
Trent grinned and leaned in. I really thought he was going to kiss me this time, and I let my mouth hang open, but he didn’t. He reached right past me and scooped a bit of coconut oil out of the tub and rubbed it between his hands.
“Go ahead and lie down on the table,” he repeated. “And we’ll get started.”
“I—”
“But there is one more thing, Kylie,” he said. “You’re going to have to take those clothes off.”
I felt like I was on fire. My cheeks were flush and there was no way of hiding it from him. I had to hope that somehow the dim light made it less obvious, but he had to know what kind of effect he was having on me.
“O—okay…” I replied slowly.
Okay!? I thought as I slid my pants down and stepped out of them. What are you thinking!?
Trent had me under some kind of magic spell. I was hypnotized by his boyish charm and breathtaking body.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I slid one arm out of my t-shirt first, covered my breasts, and then slid it up and over my head and set it aside.
Stripping in a private jet in front of Trent Baron…
I made a move to get onto the massage table, keeping my arm over my chest, but Trent stepped in front of me to stop me.
“I said you had to take your clothes off.”
“I did,” I replied. But Trent merely shook his head, then lowered his eyes. I looked down. I was still wearing my underwear—a simple black thong.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked. He shook his head again.
“If you want a real massage,” he replied. “Then you need to be in your birthday suit.”
Every rational part of my brain told me not to listen to him—told me to tell him to go fuck himself and that I was keeping my panties on, thank you very much, and that if he couldn’t massage the rest of my body with those few inches of fabric in the way then he must not know what he was doing!
But the other part of my brain, the one that seemed to have control over me, the one that I was listening to, had a different answer.
“Okay,” I replied, as I hooked a thumb into the band of my thong and pulled it down and let it drop to my ankles.
“There we go,” Trent smiled, indicating to the massage table. “Now let’s get started.”
Trembling, I lay myself down on the table, completely naked and bare before him, but more excited than I’d been in my entire life.
What was I doing? This was the exact opposite of what I came here for.
When his hands touched my skin, I almost jumped off the table.
“Don’t be nervous,” he told me. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything.”
“I—I know,” I whispered back. “I just—no man’s ever touched me like this before.”
“Really?” Trent asked. “No boyfriend of yours has ever offered to show you his massage skills? That seems like a challenge many guys would want to take up.”
Trent’s fingers moved across my back with an energy that pulsed through every inch of my body. My head was spinning as I tried my best to process what was happening. I felt like a ship in uncharted waters. My entire life had been turned upside down.
“I, uh…don’t have much luck with boys,” I admitted. Trent leaned so close to me that I could feel the heat from his body.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” he whispered.
“I—”
“That’s okay, princess,” he said gently. “Don’t be ashamed. I like it.”
And then his lips touched the skin at the base of my neck and I almost lost my mind.
My back arched and my hips lifted off the table. My mouth opened as though I was going to gasp, but no sound came out.
Trent’s strong hands slid down my side and took hold of my hips as he kissed his way down my back.
Oh my God! I thought. This is happening!
Each of his kisses set me on fire. My body was one big pulsing ball of heat as he worked his way down, and when his hands took hold of my ass and squeezed, I surrendered myself to him.
“Mmmm,” he growled. “Such a tight ass.”
Before I could respond, he spread me open with both hands and lifted my hips up at the same time.
Holy shit!
“You make me want to devour you, Kylie,” he said. And then he buried his face between my legs.
“Fuck!” I cried out when his tongue pressed against my bare lips and traced the line of my moist slit. The pleasure hit me like a lightning bolt and every muscle in my body went tight.
He flattened his tongue like he wanted to taste all of me, then rolled it gently over the sweet spot that made me cry out again as he lapped at me like a hungry man.
I was dripping wet and felt that warm, glowing ball begun to form inside me as he pleasured me. He groaned again and the vibrations from his throat sent a shiver through my legs, and I would have fallen had it not been for his firm grip that held me in place.
“Trent!” I gasped as the feelings inside me grew. “I’m—I’m close!”
“Mmm,” he growled, lifting his lips from mine for a heartbreaking second. “I know you are. Come for me, princess.”
“Shit!” I cried out as my toes curled and I balled the sheet up in my hands. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
But just then, as I was seconds away from exploding, a loud knock came at the door that hit me like a splash of ice cold water to the face.
“Go away, Alfred!” Trent roared. Just the touch of his breath on my bare lips was the ultimate tease. I was right there.
“Can’t do it, man,” Alfred called back from the other side of the door. “Need you now.”
Trent growled, then spanked my ass in frustration, but all that did was turn me on even more.
“It can’t wait?” he asked.
“Can’t wait.”
“Shit,” Trent grumbled as he got to his feet and came over to me. “I gotta go check on this, princess. But don’t worry. I’ll be back to take care of you in no time.”
“Okay,” I said as my heart pounded in my chest.
Trent leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I could taste myself on him, and that made me feel dirty…naughty…
…which only turned me on more and made me want to cry out and beg him not to go—not to leave me for even a second. But somehow I managed to hold my tongue and watched as he cracked the door and left the room, leaving me there, naked on the table, aching for his touch.
Chapter Six
Trent
“Tell me how you want to die, Alfred,” I said as I stepped out of the back room, my dick so hard it was ready to burst and my blood so hot I could probably boil water on my skin.
“Alone in my bed with six beautiful, naked women at my side?” he replied. “But this needs your attention.”
“What is it?” I asked, taking the tablet he handed me.
On it was an e-mail from an address I didn’t recognize, and there was an attachment with it.
“Tap it,” he said. I could tell by the tone of his voice that something was up. So I pressed the icon with my thumb and a video popped up. It felt like a cold wash of ice water dumped through my veins as the adrenaline hit me.
On the screen, filmed by somebody across the road, was me walking into Kylie’s office. The video zoomed in on the license plate of my car, then onto her sign, then zoomed back out for a wide shot.
The video cut and showed me walking back out, then cut again to footage of the Rolls sitting outside of Kylie’s house.
“The fuck…?”
I watched as Kylie came out of her house and got into the car. The video cut off as the Rolls sped away into the nig
ht.
“Alfred,” I said slowly. “What the fuck is this?”
“Another e-mail came two minutes after,” he said. “It’s blackmail, basically. You can guess from who.”
“Devaney…”
“Bingo,” Alfred replied. “I guess she’s been following you and now she’s got her eyes on Kylie.”
“I’ll kill her,” I growled. “I’ll fucking kill her!”
“She says she’s going to go to the media with the story of Trent Baron’s New Girlfriend,” he went on. “Unless you pay her off.”
“That bitch…”
It was a brilliant (yet despicable) play on Devaney’s part. She knew that I wouldn’t care about another story about me coming out anymore. She knew I was gonna sue her and that once I won in court, my reputation would be restored.
But if she was able to tarnish Kylie’s reputation, most likely by insinuating she was one of those kind of massage parlors, then she’d end up hurting me in the process. She knew I was an honorable man, and if there was a girl I actually cared about who was going to get hurt because of me, I’d do whatever I could to intervene.
Devaney had been the biggest mistake of my life and now I was paying for it all over again. I’d been afraid that the issues with my back were going to get worse, so I’d scrambled to find a masseuse that could take care of it, and Devaney had been the only one who’d been up for the job.
There was something off about her, but I hired her against my better judgment anyway. I was that desperate.
It wasn’t long before the stories started getting out to the media and things started going missing. At first I thought it had been a cook I’d brought in to handle my meal prep for a while, but it became evident pretty quickly that he had nothing to do with it.
“How much does she want?” I asked.
“Two hundred thousand,” Alfred replied.
“Oh, not much, huh?” I said sarcastically, wishing I had something loud and expensive to smash with my fist. I took a deep breath. “Fine. Get the money together. Cash.”
“You sure you want to do that?” Alfred asked. “I mean, you just met this girl. Is she really worth all that?”
