by Marie Force
He comes out, and I take a turn in the bathroom. With my pants down, I turn to look in the mirror at the plug, which is red. The flat end is visible between my cheeks, and the sight of it there is oddly arousing.
I join Flynn in the salon, sitting slowly and gingerly. When I catch him smiling at me, I scowl in return, which only makes him laugh. I’m glad one of us thinks this is funny.
The flight attendant comes out with menus and wine lists for each of us.
“I’m in the mood for seafood and chardonnay,” he says after a quick perusal. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
I study the menu while the attendant waits to take my order. When I decide, I look up at her, but before I can give her my order, the words are stolen from my lips as the plug begins to vibrate again.
“Nat?” Flynn asks, the picture of innocence.
“I… um, I’ll have the same.”
“Very good,” the perky woman says, taking our menus. “I’ll be right back with your wine.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” I whisper to him the minute we’re alone, which is when the plug miraculously stops vibrating.
“What did I do?”
“Don’t act all innocent. You turned on the thing and made it so I couldn’t speak.”
“How does a plug in your ass make it so you can’t speak?”
“Don’t say that out loud! She might hear you.”
His low rumble of laughter makes me want to smack him.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“You bet your ass I am.”
“Enough already with my ass.”
“I’m just getting started on your ass, sweetheart.”
“Clearly, I’ve made a deal with the devil.”
“You’re just figuring that out now?”
The flight attendant returns, bringing our wine and salads. I take a sip from my glass and nearly choke when the vibrating begins anew. Somehow, I manage to swallow the wine. “Flynn! Stop!”
He’s laughing too hard to speak.
Then the buzzing shifts up a notch, becoming more intense and incredibly arousing. God, how is it possible that I’m getting so turned on from a vibrating plug in my ass? It’s unfathomable that I should like this as much as I do. Just as I’m really getting into it, the buzzing stops, and I collapse into my chair.
“Eat your dinner, Nat.”
“I hate you right now.”
“No, you don’t. You love me.”
“First you pay off my student loans behind my back, and now this.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I’m an awful bastard.”
“Well, at least you know it.”
“You’re still mad about the loans?”
“Yes, I’m still mad. You can’t sex me out of being mad at you.”
“Damn. It was worth a try.” He turns in his seat so he’s facing me. “Nat, listen, I know you’re pissed about the loans, and I get why. I suppose I can’t have it both ways—”
“Have what both ways?”
“I love that you couldn’t care less about my money, but with that comes your fierce independence, which I also respect.”
“I’m not with you because of your money.”
“I know that, sweetheart. That’s what I’m saying. I appreciate that you don’t care about the money, but the fact is, I have more of it than I can ever spend in a lifetime. Hell, in two lifetimes. And seeing you worried or upset about paying off those loans after you lost your job because of me… I had to fix that for you. I hope you can try to understand my perspective.”
“It was nice of you. I won’t deny that, but the way you did it was wrong. We talked about it, I told you I wanted some time to figure out how to handle the loans, and you disregarded my wishes. I’m not going to put up with that, Flynn. I don’t care who you are.”
“Come here.”
“What? We’re going to eat, and we’re having a conversation.”
“Come. Here.”
Aggravated, I get up from my seat and stand in front of his. “I’m here. What do you want?”
He reaches for me and brings me down on his lap, the plug bouncing off his thighbone and making me gasp from the sensations.
“What has gotten into you?”
“You have. You’re so deep inside me, I don’t know where I leave off and you begin.” He kisses me. “What you just said…”
“What did I say?”
“‘I don’t care who you are.’”
“Don’t take that the wrong way.”
“I took it exactly the right way. You don’t care who I am, and I love you for that. I love you so fucking much.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Maybe so, but you can’t know how precious it is for me to love a woman who would dare to say those words to me.”
“Have I earned another punishment?” I ask with a coy smile. I’m deeply moved by what he said and that he’s not afraid to tell me how he feels.
“Nah. I could never punish you for being the perfect woman for me. Besides, that’s in there, not out here. I’ll never punish you for something you do in our regular life. That’s not what we agreed to.”
“Then no more buzzing in the butt?”
“I never said that. That’s part of your punishment, which you earned in there.”
He cups my ass cheek and squeezes. “Knowing you’re wearing my plug is such a huge turn-on, sweetheart. It makes me so hot.”
“It makes me pretty hot, too, especially when you turn on the vibration.”
“So you like it?”
“I’ll never admit to that out of fear of being forced to regularly wear one in public.”
His satisfied grin is positively sinister. “Too late. You basically already admitted it.” His fingers delve deeper between my cheeks to press against the base of the plug.
“Flynn, stop. She’ll be back any second, and you’ll embarrass her.”
He swivels the chair so it faces away from the galley. “She can’t see what we’re doing.”
“Come on… Not out here.”
“Someday,” he says against my ear, “you may end up naked and plugged and bound in public for me.”
His words send a shudder through me, making me forget all about the four orgasms I’ve already had today. Suddenly, four is nowhere near enough.
“Someday isn’t today,” I manage to say, even though my throat has gotten tight and my mouth has gone dry at the thought of being on display in the way he described.
“Does the thought of that turn you on?”
“No.”
His erection presses against my bottom. “If I were to put my hand into your panties right now, would I discover you’re lying?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Answer the question.”
“Maybe.”
He laughs at my reply and hugs me tightly. “You can feel what the thought of that does to me.”
“Is that your ultimate fantasy? To do that, with me, in public?”
“One of them.”
“What’re the others?”
“I’d so much rather show you than tell you.”
“You just want me unprepared and unaware.”
“Doesn’t the not knowing make it so much hotter?”
“I’m afraid to agree with anything you say out of fear of encouraging you.”
“There’s no real fear, though, right?”
He’s so sweet in his concern for me. “No real fear. Everything we’ve done has been… well… indescribable.”
“Try.”
“Try what?”
“To describe it.”
“Like in actual words?”
“That’d be good.”
“You like making me say things that I’d never ordinarily say, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” His hand inches up my thigh until my hand on top of it stops its progress. “I want to talk about it, all of it. The talking helps to build the trust between us. It makes it
more intimate.”
“I’ll give you the words only if you let me reimburse you for the loans you paid off.”
“You drive a hard bargain, my love, but you’ve got a deal. These had better be some really good words.”
I lean in as close as I can get to him and let my lips brush against his ear. I love when he jolts and his arms tighten around me. “What we just did… I loved everything about it. I loved the anticipation, the not knowing what would happen, but also the knowing that you would touch me there.”
“Where?” he asks gruffly. “Where did I touch you?”
“My ass.” I draw out the S sound until he groans. “I couldn’t believe you licked me there. It was so dirty but so hot, so incredibly hot. When you used your fingers…” I shimmy on his lap, making sure to press against him in all the right places. “I never would’ve expected to like that as much as I do. And the plug…” I exhale, making sure my breath floats over his ear. “That was… is… crazy. It was so tight when you…”
“Fucked you. Say it.”
“When you fucked me. There was hardly enough room—”
“Stop.”
I pull back so I can see his face, which is tight and tense. “What’s wrong?”
“If you say another word, I’m going to fuck you again right here in this chair, which will certainly shock the flight attendant.”
“So they were good words?” I ask innocently, thrilled to know I’ve completely undone him.
“They were fucking awesome words.”
I return my lips to his ear. “After we eat, maybe I’ll let you fuck me right here in this chair.”
“Stop!”
Chapter 10
Just when I think she can’t possibly get any more perfect, she takes me apart, piece by piece, with a description of our lovemaking that sets me on fire. Hearing those words from her sweet mouth is one of the most incredibly arousing things I’ve ever experienced—second only to the sight of her gorgeous ass on full display for me earlier. That’s something I’ll never forget.
Watching her blossom into the amazing, sexy woman she was always meant to be has been one of the most satisfying experiences in my life. That she’s been able to overcome her painful past and put her trust and well-being in my hands is something I’ll never take for granted.
That’s especially true after spending a very long day and night thinking I might’ve lost her forever.
The meal of broiled scallops, rice and vegetables is delicious, but I barely taste a bite as I satisfy one kind of hunger only so I’ll have the strength to satisfy the other kind.
Natalie shares her scallops with Fluff, who stares at her adoringly, waiting for whatever scraps she chooses to share. She’s serene and relaxed while I’m as tightly wound as I’ve ever been after listening to her description of our sex. I want to tell her to hurry up, to eat already and be done so we can get on with it, but I don’t do that because I’m almost afraid to show her what she’s started.
Eventually, the attendant comes to collect our plates and refills our wineglasses. “Can I get you anything else?”
“No, we’re all set. You can take the rest of the flight off.”
“Oh. Okay, just hit the call button if you need anything.”
“We won’t.” Hopefully she gets the message to stay out. I won’t be responsible for anything she sees if she doesn’t take the hint.
She takes the dishes with her and closes the door.
“That was kinda rude,” my lovely wife says.
“Come back over here.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Natalie secures her wine in one of the cup holders and comes over to stand in front of me. “You beckoned?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Here?”
“Right here.”
She glances over her shoulder at the closed door to the galley. Worrying about the attendant coming back will make this more intense for her, so I don’t allay her concerns.
“Natalie… I wasn’t asking…”
She looks at me again, as if trying to gauge what’s afoot. She has to know that she set me on fire with what she said to me. But because this is new to her, I feel the need to remind her that she still holds all the power. “You know how to say no.”
For a long moment, I wait for her to say the word that will stop everything.
After another tentative glance over her shoulder, she draws the T-shirt up and over her head, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze.
“Keep going.”
The sweatpants travel slowly down her legs, inch by tantalizing inch, until she’s left wearing only a skimpy pair of panties.
“Turn around.”
She is hesitant but does as I request, but she’s crossed her arms over her chest. That’ll never do.
“Hands by your sides.” I can almost see her gritting her teeth as she turns, bare breasted, to face the door that separates us from the flight attendant. Leaning forward, I run my hands from her calves to her thighs and up to cup her ass. The bright red base of the plug is visible through the thin layer of cloth that covers her.
“Flynn…”
“Shhh. No talking.” I slide her panties down until they are snug against the bottom of her cheeks and make a circle of kisses on her bottom around the plug. I spread her cheeks, taking in the sight of her stretched to accommodate the wide girth of the medium-sized plug. I can’t wait to move her up to the next size. All in good time.
Then I let my fingers slide through the flood of wetness to find her clit standing up at full attention. I’m satisfied to discover she’s more than wet enough for what I have in mind. Her legs wobble.
While continuing to caress her clit, I put my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling.
“Turn back toward me, sweetheart.”
With her panties keeping her legs together, she moves stiffly.
“Take your panties off.”
I can sense her hesitance as she bends to comply with my request. Any second now, she’s sure the flight attendant is going to reappear. She’s about to discover that the fear of getting caught can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I take advantage of the opportunity to remove my own clothes while keeping a close eye on her. I make sure to remove the remote for the plug from my pocket and place it under my leg so she can’t see it. When she’s standing upright, her panties on the floor, I hold out my hands to bring her onto my lap, straddling me.
Her hands land on my chest as she tries to find her balance. “Didn’t we just do this?”
“That was before you talked dirty to me.”
“You made me!”
I shrug as if that isn’t true. I got exactly what I wanted—and then some. “Now you have to pay the consequences.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Are you looking for a spanking?”
“You can’t spank me for doing what you told me to.”
“I can spank you for doing it too well.”
“There’s no logic to that.”
“Are you arguing with your Dom, little sub?”
“No.”
“No, who?”
“Sir.”
I fill my hands with her breasts and kiss a path up her neck to bite her earlobe. “I think you like pushing my buttons because you like being spanked.”
“That’s not true.”
“Did I ask you a question? No, I didn’t think so.” She’s so wet, I can feel her moisture collecting on the rigid length of my cock, which wants in on this—right now. “I want you to fuck me this time, Nat.”
“Like this?”
“Just like this.” I want to see the expression on her face when my cock squeezes into the tight space that’s already compromised by the plug. I want to watch her come alive when the plug begins to vibrate. I want to suck on her nipples and completely overwhelm her senses.
She takes me in hand and guides me into her slick heat, coming down on me slowly, carefully. It’s an effor
t for her to relax and allow me in when there’s almost nowhere for me to go.
I grasp her ass cheeks and hold her open, hoping to ease the entry.
“I-I don’t think I can,” she says when she’s only taken about half of me.
“Yes, you can.” I stroke her clit and make her gasp. I also make her forget she’s trying to resist me, allowing another inch to slide inside her. I love the way her head falls back in complete surrender and the way her breasts jut forward, riding the arch of her back. I can’t resist the sweet temptation right in front of me. Cupping her left breast, I run my tongue around in circles and feel her inner muscles contract around my cock.
I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging until it’s hard and tight against my lips. Ever so gently, I begin to bite down on her nipple, giving her something else to think about other than the tight squeeze of my cock invading her.
Then her arms encircle my head, holding me to her chest. That’s when I know she’s on the verge of leaving all her worries behind and giving herself up to the moment. I reach under my leg for the remote and turn the plug on high. As the first vibrations register with her, she slams down on me, taking me to the root. She goes wild, crying out as her body adjusts to me. I wonder if she even knows she’s having one orgasm after another. Between the tight grip of her muscles and the vibration that’s right up against my cock, I’m fending off my own orgasm.
Time to bring her back to me. With my arms banding around her, I force her to be still and take her nipple back into my mouth, biting down again, and drawing a whimper from her that makes my cock expand inside her.
“Can’t get bigger,” she whispers. “No more.” Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and a bead of sweat runs from her neck to the valley between her breasts. I’m completely and utterly mesmerized by her.
“Look at me, Natalie.”
She forces her eyes open. They’re glazed and unfocused. I wait until she blinks me into focus.
“How you doing?”
“I-I’m… I don’t know.”
“Feels good?”
“Feels full. Really, really full.”
“What am I doing to you right now?”