Taking What He Wants (Celine and Rhyland series)

by Deorre, Iris

  ‘You have strange requests Rhyland.’

  ‘I do indeed that’s why I’m paying ten thousand this weekend.’

  Her heart thudded, what was he expecting from her? Was he going to ask her to do something out of her comfort zone?

  ‘So what do you say?’ he asked before she could question the rise in price. ‘Do you fancy doing it in the air?’

  ‘Sure why not.’ She smiled knowing very well she should’ve asked what it all entailed.

  They entered the private jet. There were only four seats on board. There was a mini bar, a long mirror along the door. Each seat had its personal computer.

  ‘What do you think?’ he asked.

  ‘I’ve never been in one of these before, I think its fab.’

  ‘You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait until we start flying.’

  She wondered what that meant, she could only imagine.

  ‘In the bathroom at the far end you’ll find what you need to change into.’ He pointed across the room.

  ‘Let me guess, Santa.’

  ‘Oh you know me so well.’ He winked. ‘Not just any Santa outfit, the Santa outfit.’

  She turned towards the bathroom, her hands clammy. She was a little nervous. She didn’t know what to expect. As she shut the door behind her she soon understood what he meant by The Outfit! It was the skimpiest thing she’d ever seen. It was made of only ribbon and she had to work out how the red ribbons would wrap around her body.

  She stripped off everything she had on and began to work her way through the ribbon. At first it seemed complicated but as soon as she found where her legs went, the rest was a breeze. She glared at herself in the mirror.

  What the hell am I doing?

  The ribbons wrapped around her body leaving out the important parts. Her breasts, tummy, thighs and her hot middle. She’d already begun to dampen the sides of the fabric with her lust. Why was this making her so horny? Why couldn’t she stop? Why did she want to please him all the time? It was no longer about the money, the money didn’t seem to matter anymore. It was the emotions, the things she felt when she was with him. She shook her head at herself in the mirror before placing the hat on her head.

  ‘Bad, bad girl!’ she said to herself. ‘Very bad girl.’ A smile curled on her lips as she shook off all the emotions and remembered why she was there. He was her boss and she was his sex slave.

  ‘Sex slave,’ she said to herself and put on the red pair of shoes to match.

  ‘You alright in there, we’re going to be taking off soon.’

  ‘I’m done; I’ll be out in a moment.’ She packed her belongings into the bag she’d brought with her, took a few deep breaths and turned the handle to step out.

  He was sat in one of the chairs with a glass of bubbly in his hand. His eyes lit up when he saw her. She was sexy, more so every time he saw her.

  ‘The shoes fit I see.’

  ‘How did you know?’

  ‘I have my ways.’ His eyes sparkled.

  ‘Take a seat, we’re taking off soon. Once we’re in the air we can get this show started.’

  She took a seat opposite him, his eyes not leaving her body. The bulge in his trousers was already evident. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. But he wanted to take it slow, enjoy it and just be in the moment.

  ‘We’re ready.’ He spoke to the pilot and in no time the engines started.

  Celine shut her eyes, she never liked take off or landing. She took in deep breaths as the plane blew into life. Soon they were up in the skies, they waited until the green light came on and then Rhyland began to undress.

  He was in his chair taking off his clothes. He took his sweet time but at the same time watched for a reaction from Celine. It was hard not to watch him, not to lust over his amazing body. He had a six pack to die for, his biceps were amazingly strong. She loved his bum the most, the rock hard, in shape bum. It made her hot all over every time she saw it.

  He sat in his boxers just smiling at her but it wasn’t for long. To the side of where he sat was a button. A large black button that looked like it was waiting to be pushed. His hand hovered over the button and he watched for Celine to react.

  ‘Do you want to know what that is? Or do you want to guess?’

  ‘I wouldn’t have a clue.’

  ‘Try.’

  ‘Parachutes?’

  He laughed.

  ‘Honestly, I don’t have any idea.’

  ‘Well then watch and see.’ He hit the button.

  The lights dimmed and lighting from the sides of the plane lit. From the middle of the floor between the seats a golden pole began to creep out from beneath the floor. Celine laughed slyly, really? She couldn’t imagine being on one of those.

  ‘I can’t pole dance.’

  ‘You don’t have to know how to dance; I just want to do everything possible on this pole.’

  She giggled, it was crazy and yet she wanted to step out and do this.

  ‘Oh and there’s one more thing that will liven up this party of ours.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  He pushed the button above him and waited. A few seconds later the door from the front slid opened and an olive skinned woman stepped out in nothing but a g-string.

  ‘What – ’

  ‘This is Cindy, she’s one of my hostess’s, but today she’s a little more, aren’t you?’

  ‘Yes sir I am.’

  A pang of jealousy hit Celine; she wanted to be the only one, the only one he wanted. But then again who was she kidding, he was paying her to have sex with him. He could do it with any number of women.

  Rhyland stood up and held out his hand for Celine to take. She took it and he pulled her up from the seat. In his other hand he held his tie. He guided her to the pole and placed her hands around her back around the pole and tied them together tightly with the tie. He smiled at her as he stepped back towards the bar. He knelt down for a moment and was out of her sight but was back with what looked like duck tape in his hand.

  ‘Do you trust me?’

  She nodded. Even if she didn’t they were quite a few feet above ground there wasn’t any chance of her getting out of that.

  ‘Good.’ He pulled on the tape took of a piece and placed it across her mouth. ‘You look fabulous.’ He stepped back and sat back down on his seat. ‘Cindy, why don’t you get her ready for me?’

  Cindy nodded and walked over to Celine who had never been touched by another woman that way. Cindy ran her hand down Celine’s bare shoulders down towards her hands. She lifted her hands and gave each one a gentle kiss. Her hands then travelled back to her body, to her breasts, she took each nipple between her finger and index and pulled them towards her. Rhyland watched satisfied. Cindy took one nipple into her mouth and began to tease it gently.

  ‘Mmmmm,’ Celine breathed behind the tape, this was all new and it gave her a raise of Goosebumps over her body.

  ‘Yuuummmy!’ Cindy licked the nipple again and took it between her teeth pressing down on it.

  Celine was breathless as she watched the stranger work her body. She looked over at Rhyland and could tell how excited he was just by looking at the middle of his boxers. Cindy kissed down the middle of her stomach and down the centre. She parted Celine’s legs one at a time and placed her head between her legs.

  ‘Yes, that’s perfect.’ He whispered.

  Cindy sucked against the wet pussy hard. She licked it with enthusiasm. She added a finger to the mix, brushing the little bud while her mouth took in the clit skins. Celine gasped behind the tape, her hands struggling to break free. It pleased him as he watched her struggle, watched her wanting and yet rejecting at the same time.

  ‘How is she, wet enough?’ he asked Cindy.

  ‘Almost sir.’

  Cindy added more fingers into Celine’s wet pussy. She rubbed hard against the lips at the same time flicking her tongue at the same place. Celine danced about as much as the space would allow. She panted, gasping weak and defenc
eless. Rhyland couldn’t get enough, he enjoyed everything about the situation.

  ‘She’s ready.’ Cindy turned to face him with a wet mouth.

  ‘Slide down Celine,’ he said. ‘Let Cindy’s pussy taste yours before I enjoy you.’

  Celine slid down the pole with her hands still locked around it. Cindy opened Celine’s legs as much as she could and took off her g-string. She sat down and moved closer and in a scissor position she met Celine’s hot wet pussy. She moved up and down the pussy, their beans met, rubbing like hot stones. Celine’s toes curled as the sensation hit her as she watched Rhyland rub his ever growing cock. Cindy began to grind into her, making the movement much intense. She rubbed into her moaning, giving and not wanting to stop. She grasped the tip of Celine’s nipple and pushed down hard, twirling it as she did so.

  ‘Oh god yes, yes…yes! I’m coming god yes!’ Cindy rubbed harder against Celine.

  Celine felt the heat travel up her body, felt the goosebumps travel over her body. She felt the electricity shoot through her body and soon they were both pushing into each other, getting the most out of each rub until their bodies came.

  ‘Well done Cindy, that will be all.’ He dismissed her and crouched down to Celine’s level.

  She panted heavily behind the tape and he smiled at her. Slowly he peeled half of it off so that she could catch her breath.

  ‘How was that?’ he asked.

  ‘Amazing!’ It was so amazing she could go for seconds.

  ‘Just watching you squirm and want her made me so horny, do you want to know what I want to do to you right now?’

  ‘I can only imagine.’ She smiled.

  He pulled off the rest of the tape and undid the back of her hands.

  ‘Why don’t you dance for me first, give the pole a little bit of yourself.’ He sat back down with the tie in his hand.

  ‘Show me what you’ve got babe.’ He pressed a different button and on came some music.

  Celine smiled this was fun, just pretending to be someone she wasn’t. She was high from the recent orgasm. Slowly she began to dance around the pole doing the best she could, travelling with the music and just letting it flow though her.

  ‘Give the pole your pussy,’ he said.

  She bent over and close enough to the pole and leaned her wetness against the gold.

  ‘Move up and down babe, let me see it against it.’

  She rubbed her wet bit up and down the golden pole. He bit on his index finger as he watched the sides of flesh garnish the pole. It was getting all to hot in there. His erection had swollen to its limit and it had begun to hurt a little.

  He stood up and placed his hand over the wetness against the pole. He closed his eyes as the wet bits touched his hands. He opened them and this time he made her stand up and face him. He placed the wet fingers in her mouth. At first he dipped only half of the two fingers into his mouth and next he pushed them all the way to the back. He watched as she gagged just a little as he did it again and again. He took her free hand and placed it over his cock.

  ‘Pull down my boxers,’ he said as he pushed his fingers down her throat again.

  With both her hands she pulled down his boxers and they fell to the floor. He stepped out, his fingers not leaving her mouth. He took her left hand and placed it on his cock.

  ‘Give it a tight squeeze.’ He ordered planting his fingers into her mouth again, his eyes directly on hers.

  She squeezed the muscle with all her might.

  ‘Aaaaaaah!’ he let out pushing his fingers again into her mouth and then withdrawing them wet all over. ‘Again, do that again.’

  She squeezed on the erection again this time harder than before. He let out a loud cry as he felt his balls build up even further.

  ‘Turn around.’ He ordered.

  She turned for him.

  ‘Hands behind your back.’

  She put her hands behind her back and waited. Soon he was tying the tie back around her hands. He bent her over and just stood there admiring her backside. Then without any warning at all he landed hard slaps across her butt. It took her by surprise but it was a strange but nice feeling, something she’d never experienced before. He lowered his hand to her flaps and rained on a few slaps against it. It burned, it swelled and it leaked. She was horny all over again. This man possessed a certain power over her and she didn’t have the strength to stop it.

  He held her bound up hands and guided his cock into her wetness. It was thick and wet. It was more than she expected, it seemed bigger than the last time. He was fast and hard, he moaned and groaned, clutching onto her arms really hard. She moved forward vigorously as he ploughed into her as he thrust so hard it began to burn the sides of her walls.

  ‘Give it to me babe, give it to me!’ he was possessed, taken over by lust. He wanted nothing more than to give it to her, to take what he wanted from her. To strip her down until she had nothing left for him to take.

  Celine felt her body weaken against each thrust; she felt her body cave in and just allowed him to take. He was strong he was vicious. She was his and she knew it and she knew she might never be able to break away from him. But at that moment there was no time to think about that, all that was there was them, was him taking from her like he owned her.

  ‘Yes, oh yes…yes yes.’ He slapped into her hard as he gave the last bits of himself.

  She panted and moaned as her body took it as it took what he gave and finally when they were spent, when there was nothing left between them, when all had dried up they both let go. The one could feel it through the other as he gave the final thrust.

  He pulled out slowly breathing heavily. He dropped to the ground spent. Celine did the same, she was in another world altogether. They just lay down spent, listening to the engines as it flew them to a destination unknown.

  After a few minutes had passed he moved over to her and began to untie her. There was a message from the pilot and asked if he wanted them to land. He responded that he would like that. Celine got into the seat and put on the seatbelt. Even though she wasn’t completely naked she felt naked. All her bits were open anyway. She turned away from him and faced the window. They never talked about anything except for the story he’d told her, all they did was have sex. He looked over at her a little confused. What he felt was hard to face and he loved just doing things to her. Nothing would change, nothing could change and besides he was paying her handsomely.

  ‘Everything alright?’ he asked.

  ‘Everything is just fine,’ she said and he didn’t know whether she meant it sarcastically or not. ‘Where are we?’

  ‘London.’

  ‘When will we get back to Leeds, I need my beauty sleep.’

  ‘We’ll sleep in one of my hotels in the city and fly back tomorrow.’

  She didn’t argue with that, after all this was what he was paying for. Instead she just nodded and went along with what ever was planned.

  Next in the Series

  Giving what He Wants

  Loving what He Wants

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