by Zara Chase
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Peyton sat in the back of the plane with Fabia on the return trip.
“Aren’t you needed up front?” she asked.
“Nah, Clyde can manage, but you look upset and in need of a little cosseting.”
“Wouldn’t you be upset in my position? World War III is about to break out in the house where my sister’s being held, and there’s no clear plan to get her out.”
“We’ll get her out, never doubt it.”
“You’re going in with the police when they serve the warrant?” She frowned. “Won’t it be dangerous?”
“We thrive on danger.”
“Don’t make light of it.” She thumped his arm. Peyton grinned in response, reckoning she was too distracted to realize they were already airborne. “It’s bad enough that Sonia’s in the thick of it. If I have to worry about you two as well—”
“You don’t. We can take care of ourselves.” Peyton glanced at Clyde. “Altitude?”
“Six thousand feet,” he said, a smile in his voice.
“Do you know what that equates to?” he asked Fabia in a velvety-smooth tone.
“No, what?”
“We’re a mile above the ground.”
She gulped and quickly caught on. “The mile-high club?”
“Exactly.” He unfastened the harness and offered her a sexy, challenging smile. “Wanna join?”
“Isn’t it dangerous?”
“Only if Clyde feels left out and decides to leave the controls and join us.”
“Then we shouldn’t. It’s not fair to Clyde.”
“Don’t worry, sugar,” he said into his microphone. “I love you for thinking of me, but you can make it up to me later. I’m sure I’ll think of a way.”
Fabia’s eyes sparkled, and Peyton knew he had her. “All right,” she said. “What do I have to do?”
“Whatever I tell you to, of course.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, of course! How silly of me.”
He unfastened her harness and then lowered the backs of their seats until they were completely flat.
“Take your clothes off, Fabia.”
She gulped several times, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Yes, Master.”
The prospect of being fucked a mile up in the sky appeared to have distracted her from both her fear of light aircraft and her distress about her sister. She removed all of her clothes with elegance, given the limited space, and knelt in front of him, eyes lowered in submission.
“Now remove the clip from your hair.”
She did so, and it cascaded over her shoulders and across her breasts in a wild riot of curls.
“I brought a present for you.”
Peyton reached into the side pocket of the flattened seat and produced a package. Her gaze rested on his hands as he unwrapped it and produced nipple and clit clamps linked by a heavy-duty chain.
“I reckon you might enjoy these.”
“I think you might well be right.”
Her eyes didn’t leave his hands as she swiped her tongue repeatedly across her lower lip. He fastened the rubber tips of tweezer-style clamps to nipples that were already rock hard, eliciting several groans from Fabia for his trouble.
“Comfortable, babe?”
Her groans transmuted to soft sighs of contentment. “Wonderful!”
“A bit tighter?”
“Yes, please.”
He slid the steel rings upward one at a time, watching her nipples change colour as the pressure on them increased. When he figured they were as tight as she could take, he bent his head and rasped first one sensitive peak and then the other with his tongue. Fabia cried out.
“That’s torture!”
Peyton chuckled. “That’s the general idea. Now, lay on your back, arms above your head.” She did as he asked, instinctively spreading her legs wide. “You seeing this, Clyde? She’s looking red hot.”
Clyde groaned. “I’ve got it.”
Peyton threw off his clothes. He’d partially shaved his pubes in anticipation of this moment and slid a cock ring over his erection, pumping it until the toy slid into the right place and felt completely comfortable. Then he secured Fabia’s hands with restraints and gave the chain connecting the nipple clamps a soft tug. She moaned and closed her legs, rubbing her thighs together.
“Don’t do that.”
Peyton tapped her thigh hard, and she immediately reopened her legs. He squirted lube over her pubic area and attached the clit clamp. She groaned a little louder, thrashing her head from side to side like she couldn’t take much more. Peyton reached for his camera and fired off a few shots.
“You are the stuff of every man’s dreams, sweetheart,” he said gruffly. “The things you like to do are such a fucking turn-on.”
“These gadgets of yours are just wonderful,” she said in a faraway voice.
“You haven’t got everything yet. Turn over.”
Fabia scrambled onto her hands and knees. Peyton used the lube again and inserted a finger in her anus. He withdrew it again almost immediately, earning a squeal of protest from Fabia, and replaced it with the same butt plug he’d used on her before.
“Okay, on your back again.”
When she resumed her original position, her eyes came alight with anticipation when she saw a Japanese flogger held high in his hand.
“Seen one of these before?”
She licked her lips. “Yes, several times. I love the feel of all those thongs coming down on my pussy.”
“Then ask me nicely.”
“Please, Peyton. Make me feel good. I need you to punish me.”
“You want me to remove the clit clamp before I whip you?”
“Hell no, don’t you dare!”
Clyde groaned from the pilot’s seat. “Perhaps this ain’t such a good idea. I’m in pain here, listening to the two of you. It’s affecting my concentration.”
“I’ll do anything you want later, Clyde,” Fabia wheedled. “Just don’t ask Peyton to stop now. My pussy’s on fire, so are my nipples.”
“You’ll do whatever I want you to anyway.” He let out a long martyred sigh. “Okay, Peyton, punish the little witch.”
“My pussy’s leaking, Clyde,” she said in a seductive purr. “And my ass feels ready to explode with Peyton’s plug deep inside it.”
“Geez!” Clyde expelled a deep sigh. “Do something about her, Peyton.”
“Oh, I intend to.”
Instead of whipping her, Peyton lowered himself over her, holding his weight on his arms to avoid touching her. If he so much as laid one finger on her right now, he’d be lost, and in spite of Clyde’s suffering, he wanted to make this last. Fabia was no stranger to submission and bondage, but she’d never been fucked in an airplane before, and he wanted to make it special for her.
His lips met hers in a tender kiss intended to express all the love and admiration he felt for her courage and determination. This woman not only blew his mind, she was now the custodian of his heart. She was feisty, intelligent, good looking, talented, and funny. Most important of all, she loved the games he and Clyde played with her and was a natural submissive. What more could a man want? The question was, would Fabia be prepared to spend the rest of her life with just the two of them? Peyton knew now, without a shadow of doubt, that that was what he wanted, and he’d do whatever it took to save her sister and bring it about. Fuck Interpol! Peyton’s first and only priority was Fabia.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling and tangling with hers. He sucked the tip into his mouth, released it, and nibbled on her lower lip. Fabia responded by lifting her hips, presumably trying to bring her pussy within range of his dick. He slapped the side of her ass, and she became passive again. Well, passive for her. She still returned his kiss with interest, reigniting the fire that flamed in his groin, making him crazy for her.
“I love you, babe,” he whispered softly, gently stroking the hair away from her face.
“I feel the same,” she
said, so quietly that he barely heard her.
Her eyes glistened with a combination of passion and sincerity. He tugged gently on the chain that connected the nipple clamps. She gasped, her eyes now reflecting the deep need she felt. Peyton rose to his knees.
“Spread your legs wider and bring your knees up.”
As soon as she did so, he brought the flayer down hard across her pussy, several thongs landing on the clit clamp. She cried out, squirming as she absorbed the pain she so desperately needed to feel.
“I love it when you do that to me, Master. Flog me harder. I’ve been really naughty.”
“You have. You teased Clyde, and now he’s in pain.”
“I shouldn’t have done that. Punish me.”
Peyton did as she asked, a little harder this time, the sound of the thongs tearing across her flesh audible even over the sound of the engines.
“Again,” she said, breathlessly. “I need more.”
“Turn over and let me at that sweet ass.”
As soon as she’d moved into position, Peyton brought the flayer down hard, at the same time tugging on the chain that dangled between her nipples.
“Ah, that’s really set them on fire! I wish you’d suck them as well.” She threw her head in circles as she absorbed the pain and rode her punishment like a woman demented. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever known before.”
The plane hit a brief spell of turbulence. Combined with the flaying, the butt plug, and the clamps, it was enough to make her climax. She came noisily, thrusting her hips up but meeting only fresh air. Peyton watched her, fisting his engorged cock as she flailed against her hand restraints.
“Fuck me, Peyton,” she said as soon as she recovered the power of speech. “Do it to me with that cock ring on.”
“I intend to,” he said, balancing himself over her. “Do you want me to remove the clit clamp?”
“No. Leave it and the butt plug, too. I want to be filled every which way I can be.”
“What? I can tell there’s something else.”
“I want to touch you, but I can’t. My hands—”
“No chance. I want you at my complete mercy.”
“Yes, Master.”
Clyde swore. They both ignored him. Peyton shuffled forward until his cock was directly over Fabia’s lips.
“Make do with touching this with your lips. Make it bigger for me, babe.”
She sucked him into her mouth, her tongue tickling the underside of his dick and then his balls. He sucked in a sharp breath, willing himself to withstand the torture. Her lips worked on him with ruthless expertise, tugging at the hairs on his scrotum, sucking and nipping until, with the help of the cock ring, he was harder and bigger than he could ever recall being before.
He briefly considered coming in her mouth before he fucked her but dismissed the idea. The increasingly frustrated noises coming from the pilot’s seat reminded him just how selfish he was being. He pulled out of her mouth and slithered back down, placing himself at the entrance to her cunt. She was soaking wet and writhing with impatience. He slid into her and rammed himself home, the pressure of the cock ring causing them both to groan from the increased sensitivity.
“Legs around my neck,” he said brusquely. “I need to get as deep as I can.”
The moment she was in position, he started moving steadily in and out of her, at the same time agitating the butt plug with his forefinger. Fabia let out a series of desperate squeals as she took his entire cock deep inside her. She closed the walls of her cunt around him, sheathing him so tightly inside her slick vagina that it felt like heaven and hell all rolled into one. Neither of them would be able to take this for long.
“Tell me what you feel,” he said.
“I feel the cock ring rubbing against my pussy. It’s a crazy feeling. I feel the plug in my butt heating up. I feel the clamp on my clit driving me wild.” She spoke in short gasps, as though barely able to draw breath. “The clamps on my nipples are sending fire all through my body.”
“Nothing much, then.” Peyton laughed, picking up the pace, his balls crashing against her buttocks.
“Most of all, I feel your cock fucking me. It feels like the earth really is moving because we’re not on the earth, I suppose. I understand why people like doing this in a plane.” Clyde grunted something unintelligible and tilted the wings. Fabia cried out and lifted her hips even higher to meet Peyton’s next thrust. “I’m coming, Peyton. It’s building so fast I can’t stop it.”
“Let it go, babe. Come for me. I’m gonna come, too. I’m gonna fill your sweet pussy with cum.” He panted the words, trying desperately to hold back until her orgasm hit. He felt her tense up and then relax her hold on his cock as she screamed his name and thrashed against him.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” she screamed. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever known before. Give me it harder, Peyton. Spank my ass. I’m coming like crazy.”
Peyton drove the plug deeper into her butt and crashed his hand over the globes of her bottom, plunging as deep as he possibly could with his cock.
“That’s it, Fabia. You’ve got it all. I’m gonna come now. Take it all, baby. Let me fill you deep.”
“I can feel you coming. Oh God, I’m gonna come again as well. This is insane.”
She screamed, pushing so hard upward that the clit clamp must have hurt. Fabia didn’t seem to care. As he came, he lowered his head and nipped at one of her clamped nipples. She yelled at him to do it harder and came for a third time.
When they were both finally spent, Fabia’s smile was brighter than the sun streaming through the windscreen. Tears of pleasure trickled down her face as Peyton bent to tenderly claim her lips and told her again that he loved her. He’d never said the words to a woman before and had never thought he’d have reason to. But now that he had, and meant it, the woman he’d said them to didn’t respond. Hell, she’d withdrawn to a place where he couldn’t reach her and didn’t seem to have heard him.
Chapter Twelve
“Clyde, you wanted to see me about something?”
David Field stood at the door to the loft at six that evening, appearing preoccupied.
“Thanks for coming, David.” Clyde opened the door wider and stood back so he could step in.
“I don’t have much time.” Field glanced at his watch. “There’re a thousand and one things to do for the gala. Still…Hey, this loft is something else. I didn’t realize it was quite so spacious.”
“Glad you like it.”
Clyde guided him toward the formal seating area, where Peyton waited for them.
“David,” he said, standing to extend his hand.
That was Edmunds’s cue to leave Fabia alone in the study and join them. He did so, in company with one of his underlings. Field glanced at them and frowned.
“Who’s this? What’s going on?”
“My name is Edmunds. I’m with Interpol.” He flashed his credentials under Field’s nose. “We need to talk.”
Field’s face paled. “What about?”
“Sit down, Mr. Field.” He did so, glancing first at Peyton, then Clyde. “Is this your idea of some sort of sick joke? It would be just typical of you two—”
“Money laundering,” Edmunds said succinctly.
Field’s head turned sharply in his direction. “What are you talking about?” But his innocent protestations lacked teeth.
“We know Asimov is laundering Mafia money through the casino.”
“Really.” This time he did manage to look suitably surprised. “Then you know more than I do.”
“We also know that you’re turning a blind eye in return for manipulating the tennis and marina fees.”
Field leapt to his feet. “I don’t have to stay here and listen to this rot!”
Edmunds’s colleague, who was built like a linebacker, blocked his path.
“Sit down,” Edmunds said calmly. “It’s a waste of time protesting, because we know you’re in this up to your grubby li
ttle neck. Asimov couldn’t swing it without your help. But it’s your lucky day.”
Clyde flashed Peyton a look that said he never would have known it from Field’s expression.
“We’re not interested in you,” Edmunds continued. “It’s Asimov we want.”
“If he’s doing this then I don’t know anything about it.”
“Fine. If that’s the way you want to play it, we’ll just arrest you and you can tell it to a judge.” Edmunds paused. “Eventually.”
“You can’t arrest me. You have no evidence.”
Edmunds leaned back in his chair, the epitome of calm. “Let’s not waste one another’s time. We know more about your finances than you know about them yourself. People like you always get caught because you get cocky don’t think anyone will suspect you.” He pinioned the man with a sharp gaze. “Unfortunately for you, we’re good at what we do and always know which rocks to look under.”
Field held out for a little longer, his protestations becoming more and more feeble. Edmunds had him, and everyone in the room knew it.
“I didn’t have any choice,” he said, shaking his head and looking on the verge of tears. “Asimov doesn’t take rejection well.”
“So now’s your opportunity to do the right thing.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“We need a statement from you confirming that Asimov is using the resort to launder money. That’s all.”
Clyde hadn’t thought it was possible for Field to get any paler, but the thought of crossing Asimov proved him wrong.
“Forget it. He’ll know it’s me and my life won’t be worth shit.”
“Seems to me,” Edmunds said amiably, “that you have two choices. Give us the statement and we’ll protect you, or keep your mouth shut and hope for the best. But,” he added, waving a finger beneath Field’s nose, “if you don’t give us what we need, we’ll arrest you and make sure Asimov knows you’re trying to save your neck by ratting him out.”
“But…but I wouldn’t do that!” Field’s face had gone from deathly white to beetroot red.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but you know how it is.” Edmunds turned his hands palms up and shrugged. “These things tend to get distorted.”