“I hate flying,” I said, trying to mask my arousal. “If God wanted us to fly, he would have given us wings,” I said, lowering my voice to a whisper and half closing my eyes. Fortunately, I had my sunglasses on, so he couldn’t see that.
Massimo’s hand was still moving toward my breast, his fingers lazily fiddling with the lace fabric, sliding ever downward. When his hand finally reached its destination, his face took on an expression of desire, and his eyes flared. I had seen that stare before. Each time, I had run. I had nowhere to run now.
Massimo was tightening his grip on my breast and edging closer to me. My hips started to move of their own accord, and my head leaned back as he played with my nipple, holding it between two fingers. With his free hand, he snatched me by the neck, as if knowing how long it had taken me to tie my hair, and how much I’d hated him doing that. He dropped his head and gently bit on my nipple through the fabric of the bra.
“This,” he said, lifting his head for an instant, “is mine.”
Hearing his rugged voice and those words, I let out a quiet moan.
Massimo pulled the shirt from both my shoulders, letting it fall to my waist. He pulled away the bra and reached for my nipple with his lips. Everything inside me was pulsating, throbbing. My morning masturbation had been for nothing, it seemed. I was still horny. I imagined him ripping my pants off and fucking me from behind without taking them all the way down, rubbing against the lace of my panties. My fire kindled by my own thoughts, I slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer.
“Harder!” I whispered, taking off my glasses with my free hand. “Bite me harder.”
That was like pushing that big red button inside his head. He nearly ripped the bra off of me, hungrily biting into my breasts, sucking and licking. I felt a wave of lust overcoming me. I wouldn’t be able to resist much longer. I lifted his head by the hair and allowed his lips to find mine. Very delicately, I pushed him away so I could look him in the eyes. He was burning up, his pupils dilated, and his eyes completely black. He panted, breathing into my mouth, trying to catch my lip between his teeth.
“Don… don’t start something you can’t finish,” I said, licking him gently. “I’ll be so wet in a moment I’ll need a new outfit.”
The Man in Black dug his fingernails into the side of the seat hard, making the leather creak under the pressure. He drilled holes in me with his wild gaze, and I knew he was fighting an internal battle.
“The second part of your statement was entirely unnecessary,” he said finally, leaning back in his seat. “The thought of what’s between your legs now is driving me crazy.”
I shot a glance at his pants, swallowing loudly. That beautiful erection wasn’t just an image in my mind anymore. I knew what his thick cock looked like, standing at attention under his clothes. With clear relish, Massimo watched my reaction. I shook my head to clear my mind and started to put my shirt back on.
He kept his eyes on me as I brushed down the crumpled fabric. I combed through my hair with a hand and put on my sunglasses. When I was finished, Massimo reached into the glove compartment and took out a black paper bag.
“I have something for you,” he said, handing me the package.
The elegant gold lettering on its front formed the words “Patek Philippe.” I knew that name. There could only be one thing inside. I also knew how expensive those watches were.
“Massimo… I…” My eyes wandered back to him. “I can’t accept that.”
He laughed out loud, sliding on his aviators.
“Baby girl, this is one of the cheaper gifts I’m going to give you. Besides, don’t forget you don’t get to decide for another few hundred days. Open it.”
I knew this was going nowhere—arguing with him never did. It could only lead to misery for me, especially since there was nowhere to run now. I pulled a black box from the bag and opened it. The watch was marvelous—pink gold encrusted with little diamonds. Simply perfect.
“You have been pretty isolated for the last few days. I know I’ve taken much from you, but you’ll start getting it all back now,” Massimo said, fastening the watch on my wrist.
CHAPTER 6
We reached the airport without any problems. The driver opened the door for Massimo while I was stuffing my things into my bag—they must have spilled out to the seat during our drive. Massimo rounded the car and opened the door on my side, offering me a hand. He was being very gallant, and in that linen suit of his he looked simply overpowering.
As both my feet touched the ground, he discreetly grabbed my ass, pushing me gently toward the entrance. I sent him a shocked glance—that was behavior worthy of an adolescent boy. But he only smirked, sliding his hand up to my back and leading me to the terminal.
I’d never had all the check-in formalities done so fast. All we had to do was pass through the building. When we emerged on the other side, another car picked us up and drove us to a small plane. I got nauseous as soon as I saw it. It looked too small—like a tube with some wings attached. I hated flying charter planes, and those looked like Goliath to this David.
“Go up the stairs,” I heard from behind me.
“I can’t do it, Massimo! I can’t!” I pleaded. “You didn’t tell me we were going to fly a toy plane. I’m not going inside.” I panted, panicked, trying to back away from the aircraft.
“Please, don’t make a scene, Laura. I’ll have to carry you in by force,” he hissed, but I simply couldn’t take another step.
Without another word, Massimo took me in his arms, and not reacting to my panicked screams and flailing arms, he carried me up the stairs and squeezed through the small entrance. He greeted the pilot and the hatch closed with a hiss.
I was terrified. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. In the end, my desperate flailing got me what I wanted, and Massimo put me down.
As soon as my feet touched the floor, and he took a step back, I slapped his face.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Let me out! I want out!” I was yelling, still frightened to death, before throwing myself at the door.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and flung me back to a leather couch that filled nearly the entire side of the plane. Then he pinned me down with his body. I couldn’t move.
“Goddamn it, Massimo!” I kept wailing and swearing.
Intending to gag me, he pressed his lips to mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was in no mood for play, though, and as soon as he did it, I bit. Hard. The Man in Black leaped back, raising his arm, as if he were going to hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the inevitable. The strike did not come. When I opened my eyes again, he was undoing his belt. Oh my God, what’s he going to do? I thought. I started to crawl back along the couch, kicking with my feet to give me purchase on the floor. He continued, pulling the leather belt out of the loops in his pants with one fluid motion. Then, he took off his jacket, hanging it on the backrest of one of the seats next to him. He was furious. His eyes flared with anger and his jaw was working rhythmically.
“Massimo, please, don’t…” I stammered.
“Get up,” he ordered coolly. When I didn’t react, he burst out, “Get your ass up!”
Terrified, I jumped to my feet.
He stepped toward me, pinched my chin between his fingers, and lifted it so I had to look him in the eyes.
“You’ll choose your punishment now, Laura. I warned you not to resist. Now give me your hands.” Still staring into his eyes, I did as he asked. He grabbed both my wrists and deftly tied them with the leather belt. Then he sat me down and fastened our safety belts. A while later, I realized the plane was already taxiing.
Massimo sat opposite and glared at me, still boiling with fury.
“So you don’t have to think too hard, I’ll tell you what your choices are,” he said slowly, keeping his voice cold. “Each time you hit me in the face, you show a lack of respect. It is insulting, Laura. Therefore, I’ll make you feel what I feel. You might not like it, but your pu
nishment is going to be corporeal. You can choose now: either you suck me off or let me pleasure you with my tongue.”
The plane took off and shot upward, and I fainted.
When I came to, I was lying on the couch, but my hands were still tied. The Man in Black was sitting in his seat, his legs crossed, his eyes trained on me, playing with a glass of champagne.
“So?” he asked impassively. “What’ll it be?”
I opened my eyes wide and sat up, staring at him all the time.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked, swallowing nervously.
“Do I look like I’m joking? Do you think hitting me in the face is a joke?” He leaned closer. “We’ve got an hour in this plane ahead of us, Laura, and you will have your punishment before we land. I’m nothing if not fair. At least I let you choose.” He squinted at me, licking his lips. “But my patience will run out. Soon. And then I’ll do the same thing you did, which is whatever I want.”
“I’ll suck you off,” I said numbly. “Will you untie me, or do you simply want to fuck me in the mouth?” I asked, my voice growing hoarse.
I could not show him that I was afraid. I knew it would only spur him on. He was like a predator on the prowl—when he smelled blood, he pounced.
“I thought as much,” he said, getting up and unzipping his pants. “I will not untie you. You’d probably do something stupid then, and I’d have to come up with another punishment.”
As he approached me, I closed my eyes. Let it happen. I wanted it to be over. Instead of his prick on my face, I felt him lifting me. I opened my eyes. The corridor was getting narrower in this part of the plane. Massimo had to turn sideways to squeeze us through. We entered a dark room with a bed in the middle.
The Man in Black slowly lowered me to the soft sheets. He left me there and disappeared in the small adjoining room. When he returned, he had a black bathrobe belt in his hand. I watched his movements. Despite my fear, I realized that what I was about to do wouldn’t exactly be unpleasant. It might not be a punishment, after all.
Massimo untied the belt wrapped around my wrists. Then, he rolled me over and tied the soft bathrobe belt in its place. When he was finished, he rolled me to my back again. I couldn’t move my hands an inch.
He reached to the nightstand and picked up a sleeping mask. I had been using one just like it back in Warsaw to sleep through the mornings.
He leaned over and put it over my eyes. The only thing I could see now was the silky fabric.
“You don’t have any idea how many things I’d like to do to you now, baby girl,” he whispered.
I kept still, disoriented. I didn’t know where exactly he was or what he was doing. I licked my lips nervously, getting ready for his manhood.
Suddenly, I felt him unzipping my pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to squirm out of the mask. “Don’t you just need my mouth for what you’re about to do?”
Massimo laughed wryly but didn’t stop undressing me.
“Pleasuring me wouldn’t be any kind of punishment for you,” he whispered. “I know you’ve been wanting to do it since morning. But if I do it to you, without your control, we’ll be square.” He tore my pants off abruptly.
I lay still, squeezing my legs together as hard as I could. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him if he really wanted to go on with his plan.
“Please, Massimo, don’t do it.”
“I asked you, too, not to hit me…” He trailed off, and I felt the mattress sagging under his weight.
I had no idea what was happening. I could only listen. I felt his breath on my cheek, and then he gently bit my earlobe.
“Don’t be afraid, baby girl,” he said, pushing his hand between my legs. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I squeezed my legs together even harder, whining softly with fear.
“Shush,” he whispered. “I will part your legs now and start with just one finger. Relax.”
I knew he’d do as he was saying whether I wanted it or not. So I relaxed.
“Good. And now spread those legs wide for me.”
I did as I was told.
“You’ll be a good girl and do what I say now. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Delicately, he started to kiss me on the lips while his hand slid down. With his other hand, he held my head, deepening the kiss. I yielded, and an instant later, our tongues were dancing, quicker and quicker. I wanted him. My lips were growing greedier.
“Calm down, baby. Not so fast. Remember—this is supposed to be punishment,” he breathed into my ear as his hand reached the lace fabric of my panties. “I love how your skin feels in that lace. Now, be still and don’t move.”
Massimo’s fingers slipped into the most intimate spot of my body. Slowly, with his lips right next to my ear, he explored the inside of my thighs, gently stroking them with two fingers, teasing me. He rubbed my lips down there and finally slid inside. I felt his touch, so wonderful, and my back arched. I moaned in ecstasy.
“Don’t move and be silent. Don’t make a sound. Do you understand?”
I nodded quickly. His finger sank deeper, until it was all the way in. I clenched my teeth, trying to remain silent, while he started to move, subtly and sensually, inside me. His middle finger slid in and out, while his thumb softly fondled my clit. I felt his weight subsiding and then shifting downward. I stopped breathing. His fingers didn’t stop.
He reached his destination. Suddenly, he slipped his fingers out, making me wince. But then I felt his breath through the lace of my panties.
“I’ve dreamed about it since I first saw you. I want you to talk to me when I start. Tell me if I’m doing it good. Direct me. I want to give you ecstasy,” he breathed, pulling my thong down my legs.
On instinct, I brought my legs together, embarrassed.
“Spread them wide for me! I want to see it.”
That’s when I realized why he had given me the mask—he wanted me to feel more comfortable during our first intercourse. It made me feel like he was seeing less than he actually was. It’s a bit like with children who close their eyes when they’re afraid, thinking that if they can’t see, they can’t be seen, either.
I slowly did as he told me and heard him inhaling deeply. He spread my legs wider, piercing me with his gaze, sinking deeper into my most intimate, secretive places.
“Lick me,” I moaned, unable to keep quiet anymore. “Please, don Massimo!”
Hearing that, he started steadily rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“You’re patient. You like to be punished.”
He leaned down and sank his tongue in my snatch, his movements dynamic. I wanted to grab him by the hair, but my hands were tied behind my back. With the fingers of one hand he spread the lips of my pussy, wanting to reach that most sensitive spot.
“I want you to come, and I want to torture you with more orgasms until you beg me to stop. But I won’t stop. I need to punish you, Laura.”
He ripped the sleeping mask off my face.
“I want you to look at me. I want to see your face as you come, again and again.”
He pushed himself up and slipped a pillow beneath my head.
“You need to see everything clearly,” he said.
Between my legs, Massimo was at the same time sexy and terrifying. I’ve never liked it when a man looked at me when I was orgasming. Somehow it felt too intimate. This time, I had no choice. He swooped in again, his lips caressing my clit, and two of his fingers impaled me. I closed my eyes, feeling myself on the very brink of rapture.
“Harder,” I whispered.
His fingers kept stroking expertly, while his tongue never stopped.
“Kurwa mać!” I shouted in my native tongue as I came for the first time. The orgasm was long and strong, overwhelming. My body was taut like a string, trapped by what Massimo was doing. When I felt the orgasm subside, he rushed at my exhausted, tender, and sensitive clit again, almost painfully. I clenched my teeth until they gra
ted, squirming—impaled by his two fingers.
“I’m sorry!” I cried after the next wave of painful bliss overcame me.
The Man in Black slowly relented, let my body cool down, softly kissed and stroked all the places that were hurting now. My hips collapsed to the mattress when he was finished. As I lay still, he slipped his hand beneath me and loosened the strap around my wrists so I could slide my hands free. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Slowly he pushed himself up, reached for the nightstand, and fished out a box of wet wipes. Gently he wiped the spots he had been attacking with such brutality just a moment ago.
“Apology accepted,” he said, and disappeared back into the main compartment.
I kept still for a moment longer, analyzing everything, but I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I only knew one thing: I was so calm now, and so sore, as if I had been fucking him for hours.
When I returned, Massimo was sitting in his seat, biting his upper lip. He turned his head, sending me a look.
“My lips smell of your pussy now. Suddenly I’m not so sure if you were the one punished.”
I sat down opposite him, seemingly unmoved by what he said.
“So, what are our plans for today?” I asked coolly, snatching the champagne glass from his hand.
“You’re getting adorably insolent.” He smiled and poured himself another glass. “I can see the size of the plane stopped bothering you.”
I swallowed a sip of champagne with difficulty. I did forget about my fear.
“Getting to know its interior changed my perspective. So what’s the plan?”
“You’ll learn in time. I’ll do some business and you’ll get to play the mobster’s girl,” he said, boyish amusement illuminating his face.
When we landed, a pair of black SUVs and a whole security team was already waiting for us. One of the men opened the door for me, then shut it as I made myself comfortable in my seat. Each time I saw those cars, I thought it was a little bit magic—the way they moved all that stuff from place to place. How did those guys and those cars manage to keep pace with Massimo? What broke my chaotic reverie, probably fueled by all those orgasms, were the words of my oppressor, uttered into my ear.
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