by Ami Snow
His fingers somehow found her knee, giving it what could be an innocent squeeze. From the way it echoed a pulse in her wetness, it could hardly be called that. Those same fingers slowly crawled up her thigh, still tracing tiny designs and giving the faintest squeeze every few centimeters.
By the end of the trip, Dannie was slouched in her seat, face flushed and legs spread open in a clear invitation. One that Antonio refused to accept.
Placing the car in park, he leaned over toward her. She leaned the side of her face toward him, expecting a little peck. Instead, his breath whispered over her ear.
“I’d like you to call me by my last name. Singular this time.”
She blinked, turning slightly toward him.
“Master?”
He hummed, cheshire grin returning.
“If you want anything, call me that and ask politely. I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Eh?
That was… new.
And not unpleasant.
“C’mon, Danielle. It’s getting late. Time for a flight.”
Chapter 5
She ended up buckled in next to him in the back of the plane, pilot’s door closed as the mandatory instructional safety video played overhead. To her surprise, he did not touch her at all, even after the engines started.
After a moment of thought, she might have it figured out. Gathering the courage and tamping down any embarrassment
“Master?” He turned to her.
“Could I… hold your hand?”
He smiled again, taking her proffered hand and weaving his fingers between her own before pulling both their hands into his lap.
She nearly jumped out of her skin in arousal when she realized that he was rock hard under those dark slacks, and her thumb was pressed against it. She peered up at his face, letting her thumb twitch slightly to rub against the base.
His eyelids fluttered slightly, but he otherwise did not react.
The plane began its takeoff, lurching upward and pressing the two back into their seats. The pilot’s voice came over the speakers.
“We will reach flying altitude in about three minutes. Until then, please remain seated with seatbelts securely fastened. The seatbelt light will turn off when you can walk about the cabin.”
“Master?”
He tilted his head, listening.
They’d have to stay in their seats for a few minutes, but she hoped he would answer verbally instead of showing.
“What do you want to do to me?”
He turned dark eyes toward her, hungry eyes and a sharp mouth like he could swallow all of her whole. God, she’d never been so turned on by a person in her life.
“I want everything, Danielle. I want to eat you out, I want you to suck me dry. I’d love to hear you moaning when I finger you, or shout when I take you against a seat and fuck you without mercy.”
Every word sent another bolt of arousal into her already wet heat. He leaned close, practically whispering in her ear.
“I want you to moan my name, Danielle. To scream ‘Master’ as I take you harder and better than anyone else has before me.”
Her breaths were unsteady already, tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips.
“I want you to be my little plaything, my darling, my little toy for this flight. Is that something you want to do?”
How was this even real?
“Can I...say no?”
He hummed approval, nuzzling into her ear and giving the shell the tiniest of teeth scraping.
“Whenever you want, you can say ‘No’ and I’ll back off.”
“No.”
Antonio froze. pulling back and giving her a confused, unhappy look.
“What-” “Master” -Ding-
She interrupted him, the seatbelt light turning off at nearly the same time
“Master” She repeated.
“I want that - all of that. It sounds amazing. Please?”
His grin slid back on, and he stood up with a hand outstretched to help her up as well. She could easily see the tent in his pants this time, hands itching to reach out and touch it. .
“I do enjoy night flights the most – especially in the far north and south. Stunning light shows. Aurora Borealis, I’ll make sure you’re facing out a window when we come across them”
She stood up as well, sidling toward him and pressing her curves against his front, delighting in the way his hardness poked against her lower stomach.
“Where will you be, then?”
He ground his hips toward her, draping his hands over her shoulders and leaning down to attack her ear again.
“Deep inside you, of course. Filling you up”
That talented tongue flicked over her earlobe, lips sliding down her neck. Her heart had already picked up, anticipating what was to come – what she hoped was to come. He stepped back, teasingly, and opened up his arms.
She didn’t think twice about stepping into his grasp. Instead of the sweet kiss that she expected, his hands went straight to her rear. A gasp tore itself out of her throat as she found herself straddling his lap, the man sitting abruptly in one of the large leather seats. Bolts of arousal shot up her spine, followed quickly by an undercurrent of uncertainty. Was this really how she wanted to have sex for the first time? At ten thousand feet with a guy twice her age?
He growled into her neck, somehow sensing her distraction. Those fingers kneaded her thick ass, and Danielle’s eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Yeah. This was fine.
Her thoughts were swept away as those long fingers kneaded her voluptuous ass, griding her down on his lap. Dannie whined quietly, the hardness below her identified as the man’s arousal. It pressed up against her leg, against her groin during each smooth roll that he guided her through.
Her forehead ended up pressed against the seat back, his mouth at her neck and his heavy breaths in her ear.
“You’re lovely.” He murmured, smooth voice curling somewhere deep and satisfying inside her. One of his hands slid up the back of her shirt, deftly unhooking her bra and letting the generous breasts pop free within her shirt.
An eager tremor quivered in her womanhood when he pressed her back to sit upright in his lap, shaft jabbing insistently through denim jeans. God, it wanted to be up inside her, didn’t it. That’s where this was going, wasn’t it?
Rough hands pulled her shoulders forward, breasts squashing against him as his lips met hers in a ferocious kiss. Dannie struggled to keep up, hands clutching his suit jacket instinctively as he kissed and nipped her mouth, tongue teasing at her own and inviting it out to play. Her hands slid down his chest, wanting to respond somehow.
A hand found her nipple and she squeaked into his mouth, steadying herself on his thighs.
“Master…”
She was getting the hang of this master thing. It was just his last name, right?
“What do you want, my dear?”
He guided one of her hands downward, letting her touch the hardness that so eagerly awaited the main performance.
“Would you like to touch me?”
He tugged down the zipper and unbuttoned the top of his pants, letting the cotton-clad shaft press upward. She moaned into his mouth, submitting to another ferocious kiss as she worked her fingers around the head, feeling through the cloth how hot it was, how wet the tip.
“Would you like to taste me?”
A breathless ‘yeah’ and she was crouching backward onto the floor, kneeling between his spread legs eagerly.
Fingers laced into her hair, guiding her up to the still-clothed erection.
“Worship it, my dear. Tell me what you think.”
She didn’t know what to say. Her mind was a haze of anticipation and arousal, each new experience sending her into a dizzying whirlwind of adrenaline and eager agreement.
Danielle nuzzled the side, opening her mouth and sucking through the underwear. He laughed at her eager attempt, pulling the waistband down in a rough movement.
The boun
cing shaft tapped Dannie against the cheek, and she automatically opened her mouth for it.
“What a beautiful little toy…” Antonio purred, pulling her head in closer and guiding the young woman’s mouth to his weeping cock.
“I’m sterile, just so you know. Disease free, as of last month. I like to check those things.”
Dannie tried to hum around the mouthful, sucking as best she could from what she’d read about those kinds of thing.
Lips curved around the flushed head, fingers tugging it gently toward her eager mouth. It was more a game of tongue and lips and gentle sucking motions around the head than any focused task. All she knew was that she was enjoying this, and Antonio seemed staring more intently on her than he had this entire night.
Dannie pushed forward, trying to pull as much of the shaft into her mouth as possible. Failing the entire thing, she pulled back and tried to stifle a giggle at the string of spit connecting her lips to the head of it.
“Eager little waif, aren’t you?”
“Please.” She murmured.
“Please what?”
He tilted his head, letting go of her hair and petting it gently.
“Please, fuck me. I want you so bad…. Master, please.” Dannie remembered the name at the last minute, busy watching the predatory pleasure spread over the man’s face.
His voice was husky, hands embracing her face and the pads of his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks.
“I’d love to, but I won’t make love to a girl with clothes on. Seems impersonal, you know? You’ll have to be naked for this next part.”
Dannie flushed, but started the removal process anyway. Bra already loose, she bared her top first. He seemed to appreciate that, cupping her breasts and leaning forward in his seat to press his face into them while she struggled with the button on her pants.
Finally getting free, she dropped her pants and remembered what kind of underwear she had put on.
“Bright red, huh? My kinda girl.” He reached forward, stroking his knuckles over her belly and down the front of her thigh. Long fingers slid between her legs, stroking once every so gently across her clothed arousal.
Those fingers suddenly curled, pressing up and somehow in, sending her hips arching and grinding down against such skilled fingers.
He wiggled them, and Dannie gasped, fingers clutching helplessly at the leather seats as she spread her legs eagerly.
“Turn around, honey. Brace yourself against the window.”
She obeyed without a word, squeaking softly when he yanked her underwear down to her knees and spread her round derriere to get a good look at her womanhood. With her bent over like this, it was presented as an invitation, one he happily accepted.
A finger slid in, effortless with how slick she had become.
It didn’t even matter that she was a virgin at this point, her body was ready for this.
A second finger, and she could feel them wiggling in tandem, tiny sighs and moans and one jerk when a knuckle brushed against something amazing inside her.
She felt exposed, and filthy beyond reason standing naked like this with a man fingering her from behind. The thought of it only sent another gush of arousal, one that only repeated when she realized the blunt feeling against her opening wasn’t another finger, but his manhood.
She leaned back, trying to press him in with a reckless abandon.
He laughed, pushing her back toward the window.
“Remember to watch for those northern lights, babe.”
She hadn’t even realized she had closed her eyes.
There were stars spread out above them, and a landscape of clouds below. Slivers of blue and green and orange ribbons fluttered past, in the distance. They seemed to dance, and the stars seemed so far away. Everything was huge and tiny, all at once.
He pushed the tip in slowly, and she could feel herself open up around him. Inch by inch, he slid in, feeling huge and perfect inside her. A gentle press of something far inside, and she could feel the front of his thighs hit her rear.
Dannie groaned, pressing one hand against her stomach.
“I can feel you poking my guts.”
He laughed kindly, shoving his hips forward and grinding the head of his dick into it. The sensation sent a body-spasm of pleasure through her, and a small cry of delight.
“That’s your cervix. Best in small doses, from what I’ve seen.”
He pulled back, and her disappointed moan was cut off as he began a rythmic, rolling pattern of thrusts.
Breasts swaying with the movement, She let her head hang and just absorbed the sensations taking over her body. This was so good.
“So good…”
His pace picked up, and she tried to meet his thrusts, awkwardly slowing them down before Antonio grabbed her hips with firm hands, pushing and pulling her to pound deep inside of her body. She felt like she was being used like a toy, and it was a gloriously filthy feeling.
The pace quickened again, and she couldn’t help the thought of remaining a toy for him, a little present kept tucked away in the back of his plane.
She could come out during flights, riding his lap and sucking him dry, letting him fuck her endlessly on those long rides to and from his home.
For some reason the thought of herself naked and waiting for him, legs spread in invitation as he pulled her close for one more round… it set her off.
It was less of a scream and more of a series of whining pants, her walls clamping down in shuddering waves as her orgasm overwhelmed her brain. He slowed down, thrusting a last few times before pulling out and helping her sit on the floor.
Dannie leaned back against one of the leather chairs, staring balefully at the shiny erection still standing tall.
“I didn’t get you?”
He smiled patting her head.
“You’re free to try to suck me off, but more experienced girls than you have failed.”
She nuzzled it despite his words, getting a slick smear of her own juices over her cheek. Somehow she didn’t care, reaching down to feel where she had just been opened up for the first time, minutes before. Too sensitive to do anything like that, she reached for her pants.
From his words, she gathered she had been one more in a long line of women who were just barely legal.
They landed without event, and Dannie turned her cell phone back on.
He tugged the collar of his business suit, stepping down the stairs to the tarmac below.
“I do hope you realize this won’t be a repetitive thing.”
She didn’t know what kind of look he was giving her, too absorbed in the texts that kept pinging in.
He looked mildly insulted that she wasn’t more distressed at the casual dismissal. To be honest, Dannie was more worried by how she’d explain it to Tucker – if she said anything at all. They weren’t dating, it wasn’t cheating, right?
-I’m so sorry
-I didn’t mean it like how I think you took it
-It was just supposed to be a teasing thing like;
-But, I know it hurt you, and I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me
-It was supposed to be a joke.
-Are you okay?
-You haven’t responded in a long time
-Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry
-Dannie?
-I’m really worried about you.
Guilt decided that was a lovely time to clamber up and perch on her shoulders, taking a good dollop of sadness along.
The sight of stars spread out above her, the clouds below… it had been so beautiful. If NASA had shut down their astronaut program, then what would she have to do? Her fingers tapped out a response to Tucker, soft sigh hissing out between her lips.
-Not mad. Wanna meet tomorrow?
Almost immediately, he responded.
-Sure! What time?
She watched the retreating back of the millionaire, feeling an odd sort of peace with the fact that she had just been on more barely-legal girl that he had ta
ken. Probably one in a long line of them. It didn’t make her feel bad, or betrayed. She never trusted him in the first place.
It had been… mean of her, to storm off without letting him attempt to explain.
She’d make it up to him tomorrow.
THE END
Hots for My Dad’s Best Friend
TABOO ROMANCE
By: Amanda Bolton
Hots For my Dad’s Best Friend
Chapter One –
“Lauren, could you please, for the love of God, turn that thing down? I can still hear your soap opera through these damn earphones. ”
Imogen Paige rolled her eyes as she craned her neck to stare at her sister, Lauren, feeling a twinge of brief resentment. Lauren was three years younger than her, and at the age of twenty, had accomplished virtually nothing since dropping out of high school four years ago. She had no job or hobbies, and instead spent her days lazing around in their shared room, hogging their humble, twenty-inch screen, and frequented the mall with the weekly allowance provided by their single father, Ronald. Despite her lack of ambition and skill, men of all ages were simply drawn to her. She had inherited their deceased Colombian mother's alluring brown eyes and her slender, petite frame, which she often showed off in skimpy outfits. Imogen watched as Lauren twirled the ends of her platinum blonde hair, suddenly clamping a hand over her mouth, gasping at the screen.
Grunting in defeat at the lack of acknowledgment, Imogen turned back to her laptop, plugging her earphones back in. The quick-paced, turbulent beat of her music flooded her ears as she scrolled down the feed of her social network page. The endless mass of photos reflected in her glazed eyes – expensive vacation trips, elaborately presented food dishes, the chubby-cheeked babies in ridiculously adorable costumes. She glanced across the room at her other younger sister, Donna, a junior in high school. Donna was hunched over a stack of books and was surrounded by balls of crumpled paper. She scribbled fervently into her notebook, the bright, yellowish glow of her desk lamp radiating on the focused expression on her face.