Bonds of Fate - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance)

by Gray, Sherilyn

  “Lean forward,” he said. As I did he started fastening the tie around my upper arms, forcing my shoulders back.

  As the plane began to level into cruising altitude he said, “You need to learn how to carry yourself appropriately. You will hold yourself with your shoulders back. You will stand straight.”

  He lifted me up off his lap as though I weighed nothing, and set me in his chair. He positioned my legs so they were crossed over one another in a polite, ladylike manner.

  “However, you still must act demure, even when you’re flying 37,000 feet in the air.”

  He pulled out two neatly rolled cords from his briefcase next to his chair and proceeded to tie my ankles and thighs together so there was no way for me to move from the cross-legged position. The cords clung tightly against my skin, and I knew that any movement would cause a little bruising. I held as still as I could as Victor ripped my blouse open; a few buttons popped off and rolled to the other side of the plane. I was left only in my bra, panties, and my shoes. I could only hope that nobody from the cockpit would suddenly come out and see me here like this.

  A ghost of a smile formed on his lips as Victor openly assessed my practically naked body. He trailed a finger from my clavicle, towards the middle of my breasts, all the way down to the top of my panties. He walked over to an area behind me that I couldn’t see and came back holding an ice cube between his thumb and pointer finger. I was already squirming even before he did anything with it.

  “Stay silent,” he instructed as he lowered my bra strap down from my shoulder and pulled the fullness of my breast out from the cup. He traced his fingers along my hardening nipple before he began teasing it with ice. I moaned loudly as he placed the ice on the tip of my nipple. It felt like a jolt of lightning shot through my body. The cords pulled tightly against my skin.

  “Please, Sir,” I pleaded, although I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop or for him to continue so he could give me release.

  “Be silent.” Victor’s voice was firm as he glided the ice cube down my breast, over my belly, and underneath my panties.

  I wanted to thrust out my hips to meet his touch, but the bindings on my arms and legs held me back. When the ice touched my aching pussy I let out a shriek.

  “I told you to be silent,” Victor said. His erection was now completely visible against his tailored pants. He reached his hand into his briefcase and took out something that looked like a leather belt with an iron ring at the center. He tied it around my head, the iron ring in the middle forcing my mouth wide open. Victor stood directly in front of me and undid his pants enough to take out his stiff cock. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth and started sucking him. It didn’t take long for my jaw to start aching from the force of the ring, but I tried to put the discomfort behind me as I paused to lick his cock before going down deep. With a low moan, he spilled himself inside me. I swallowed his cum as best as I could, but some of it still dribbled down my chin and onto my chest.

  I was panting as Victor pulled away from me. His cum was warm against my skin as it trailed lower down my body. I watched him switch on a vibrator before slipping it into my panties. Without saying a word, he walked away behind me again, leaving me there in hot desire. Every move I made caused the vibrator to rub against my pussy. I was panting even quicker now through my gag and praying to whomever or whatever was out there that Victor would return quickly, or that the vibrator would do its job and release all of the tension my body was building up.

  Victor wasn’t gone for long, but it was enough to make my eyes start to water and for my body to start sweating. He untied the cords around my arms and legs and unstrapped the gag.

  I wiped his cum off my face with my arm. My sweaty body stuck uncomfortably to the plane’s leather seats. I blushed and looked up at him as he reached into my panties to turn off the vibrator. “Where would you like me, Sir, if I wanted to offer myself to you?”

  The question seemed to please him. He held back a smile as he tossed the cords and gag back into his briefcase. “Lie with your back on the floor and spread your legs.” I stood up from the seat, my legs and arms feeling a bit unsteady. I laid myself down on the floor as I was instructed and looked at him expectantly. The carpet on the floor was scratchy against my bare back and smelled like cleaner. At least it was cooler than the sticky leather seat. “Show me how much you want me,” Victor continued. “Finger yourself and beg me for all of the things you want me to do.”

  I took off my panties, which I think took him by surprise. He was openly staring at my exposed pussy and I had to force myself not to crawl away and hide behind the chair. I was still blushing madly from embarrassment as I started touching myself.

  “Please sir, fuck me hard with your big cock.” As I said those words I felt myself getting turned on more and more. My fingers glided in and out of myself, slick with my own wetness, and I knew I was soon reaching my climax. “Roll me over and do me from behind. Please, make me come all over your hard cock. Oh!” I became breathless as I brought myself to orgasm. My back arched and my eyelids fluttered as I took in the wave of pleasure greedily. Before I was even finished, Victor grabbed me by the arms and turned me over just before thrusting himself deep inside me. I was brought to orgasm again almost instantly. I gasped with surprise and then moaned softly, thinking that nothing could ever feel as good as this exact moment with my body on fire and him inside me.

  A short while later Victor returned to his chair, both his face and his clothes composed as though nothing we had done even happened. I stared at him wordlessly as I put back on the remnants of my own clothes.

  “The flight should be smooth from here on out until we start to land,” he told me. “Curl up at my feet and take a nap.”

  I obliged, feeling content and absolutely exhausted as I laid down to rest next to him. I wanted to ask him where we were going, but my body was quickly falling asleep. Before I did fall asleep, however, I felt his hand reach down to brush a lock of my hair away from my face. I smiled sleepily before my mind drifted away into a dream.

  Victor nudged me awake. I opened my eyes, disoriented until I remembered we were still on the plane. “We’re landing. I was told it may be a bit bumpy, so you should go to your seat and put on your seatbelt.”

  I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before getting up. I was able to buckle my seatbelt right before the first turbulence hit. It was in fact a bumpy ride all the way until we landed at the airport, but my mind wasn’t completely focused on my fear of flying like it was initially. My body was pleasantly sore from earlier, and I could hardly keep myself from smiling. The feeling of having an orgasm with him inside me was a million times better than just using my fingers. The soreness made me feel like he was still with me, embracing me, overpowering me with his strength.

  As a second turbulence hit, this one more violent than before, my mind snapped back to the present. I glanced over at him. What was there to worry about with Victor so near me?

  I pulled up the window shade and glanced outside, my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright, clear morning. The Eiffel Tower could be seen in the distance in the midst of the morning haze. I did a double take and leaned closer to the window only to see thousands of tiny buildings underneath us. “We’re flying over Paris!” I exclaimed.

  “Oui, mademoiselle,” Victor replied.

  I furrowed my eyebrows and turned toward him. “What does that mean, Sir?”

  Victor chuckled. “After a few days here you’ll figure that out soon enough.”

  The wheels of the plane finally touched ground and the vehicle began to slow down on the runway. I could barely contain my fascination as we got out of the plane. A sign nearby read “Charles de Gaulle Airport” and was I surprised to find that I understood it. As we walked through the crowds of people, I realized I had never heard so many different languages spoken in one setting!

  My mind was a whirl as Victor took me through the terminals towards the exit, where a man dressed in a suit stoo
d, leaning against a limo. He opened the door for us and we slid in the back seats. We sat on each end of the car, and I wondered if he would be annoyed if I moved closer to him, but thought better of it. I was beginning to like the feeling of having him near me, but I had no idea if he felt the same. I didn’t think it would be wise to test that theory, so I decided it would be best to wait until he made the move—if he ever decided to.

  The limo ride took about half an hour to get from the airport to Paris. The entire time my eyes were glued out the window as I took in all of the gorgeous, old architecture mixed with the new, the gorgeous green scenery, and the flurry of people that filled the streets. “Oh, wow,” I whispered, not really caring that I was openly gaping at everything around me.

  “You’re obviously not a tourist,” Victor muttered sarcastically. Confused by his statement, I turned to look at him, only to see a glint of humor in his eyes.

  “I’ve always wanted to travel,” I said shyly as I continued to look out the window. “Do you fly over here often?”

  “Not as often as I would like to.”

  The limo pulled up alongside a sprawling luxury hotel. A valet ushered us out the door and took our luggage onto a little trolley before disappearing into the hotel with it. I looked up at the building’s art deco design before being greeted by lively jazz music upon entering. I was still wearing my white blouse and skirt and was hoping no one would see the stains or the missing buttons as I walked by groups of expensively dressed people. I didn’t even want to know how my hair looked. Victor nodded to them briefly as he was given a key from the front desk.

  “Here you are, Mr. Draper,” the woman at the desk seemed a bit flustered as she gave the room key to him. “H-have a nice stay.” The lady stuttered. I frowned. So Victor had that effect on others as well?

  I followed Victor quietly into an elevator that took us to the very top floor of the hotel. There were only a few rooms on the floor, and ours was one of the very last one down the hall. Victor unlocked the door and held it open for me as I stepped in. The penthouse rivaled Victor’s mansion in terms of fanciness. The rooms were also spacious, covered from ceiling to floor with lavish, expensive furnishings and decorations. There was a bathroom to the left, followed by a large kitchen complete with an oven, stove, full-sized refrigerator, and a dishwasher. Above the sink there were large windows that overlooked the city’s tallest buildings. As I walked around the room in amazement, I peeked into the bedroom and noticed only one king-sized bed. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing a bed with Victor, at being in such close proximity to him all night long. Was he planning to share a bed with me? I glanced over to the couch. It didn’t seem as comfortable as the bed, but I supposed I could sleep there...

  “No, you’re sleeping with me,” Victor said, as though he could read my thoughts. I drew in a deep breath, but before I could say anything he put his hand on my back and guided me into the bathroom. There was a hot tub in one corner and a shower with clear glass panels on the other. “Take off your shoes,” he said. I slipped the black pumps off, the cold tile floor of the bathroom felt amazingly refreshing under my sore feet after wearing those restricting shoes for most of the day.

  Victor turned on the shower and began taking my clothes off slowly, first unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra, then taking off my skirt and panties. He then guided my hands to his shirt, and I began to undress him as well. I bit my lip as my fingers fumbled over his buttons. I had yet to see his bare chest, and it was even lovelier than I expected. His arms and shoulders were broad and nicely sculptured as were his arms and abdomen. I felt like I was staring at some sort of Greek sculpture. Realizing I was gaping at him, I blinked a few times and began unhooking his belt and undoing his pants. My hand brushed up against his cock, and he moaned softly.

  The shower felt like hot needles against my skin, but not in a way that was excruciatingly painful. It felt absolutely wonderful on my body. So did Victor’s arms as he wrapped himself around me, his bare, hard, wet body pressed up against mine. As I leaned up against him I could hear his breathing, slow and steady. I tried to match my own to his. Wouldn’t it be nice to be as levelheaded and calm as him? You need to learn how to carry yourself appropriately, Victor had told me. All right, I will work on that.

  I spotted a bar of soap and wiggled away from his embrace to reach for it. I lathered it up in my hands and rubbed the suds up and down Victor’s chest. I once again saw that surprised look on his face, but he did not say a word as I continued to clean him. However, you still must act demure.

  “Could you please lower your head, Sir,” I asked him shyly, and was secretly pleased as he complied, resting his head on the crook of my neck. I ran my fingers through his dark blonde hair, making sure I washed every strand before moving on to his smooth, muscular back. Victor shifted and began nibbling on my neck. I twisted away, laughing from the sensation. “I think I’m a bit ticklish there, Sir,” I told him apologetically.

  Victor pulled me back towards him and softly kissed me just underneath my jaw. He then pulled my hair back so I was forced to look up towards the ceiling as he started sucking on my neck, his teeth slightly digging into my skin. After about a minute, he loosened his grip on my hair and I was once again able to look at him.

  “I just put my mark on you. Now every time you look in the mirror you’ll remember who you belong to.”

  I touched the spot on my neck where he had sucked on me, feeling like I could melt down into the shower drain. Victor had kissing me! I moved my head so that my face was near to his, but he made no move to kiss me on my lips. Instead he grabbed the bar of soap from my hands and starting washing my shoulders.

  “You have such soft, beautiful skin,” he murmured as his soapy hands massaged my breasts. He rinsed the soap from my body and leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth. His hand reached underneath my ass to caress my pussy. My back arched from the shockwave of stimulation. Without really thinking I grabbed his cock. It was hard and dripping wet from a mixture of the shower and from his own arousal.

  “I forgot a spot, sir,” I whispered to him, taking the soap back from his hands with a smile.

  He held still as my hands moved down to his balls, where I lightly massaged them before moving back up his cock. I trailed his tip with my fingers before looking up to meet his gaze, giving him a small smile.

  It was a bit unnerving to see him looking down at me with such intensity. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to continue or not, but I couldn’t help myself as I bent over and gave the smooth tip of his cock a soft kiss.

  “Dove,” I heard him whisper.

  It was the first time I heard him say my name. He kissed the top of my head and said no more.

  We dried ourselves off with white, fluffy hotel towels. I happened to glance in the mirror and noticed a dark mark that almost looked like a bruise on my neck. He wasn’t kidding when he said he had marked me. Feeling somewhat embarrassed by the large reddish-purple bruise, I pushed my hair over my neck so that it remained hidden.

  Victor wore his towel loosely around his hips as he walked over to the bed where a black box and a garment bag rested on top of it. Did I not see those earlier? Our luggage had also been wheeled into the room at some point as each of our suitcases sat next to either side of the bed. Victor proceeded to unzip the garment bag, pulling out a tailored black suit.

  “That box is for you,” he said, pointing. I walked over to the box and opened it gingerly and lifted away the folded tissue paper. Inside was a gorgeous, midnight blue chiffon gown with lace sleeves. I brought the gown close to my chest as though I were embracing it as I looked deeper into the box and took out a matching shawl and shoes. The outfit was perfect for a cool winter night in Paris.

  “This is beautiful,” I breathed. I walked over to the mirror and held the dress in front of me. I had been worried about looking underdressed in my usual work clothes, but the dress made me a bit nervous. Would I look good in something so fancy? I gla
nced at the shoes. I should’ve practiced walking around in heels when I had the chance!

  “There’s more,” Victor said. I turned as he held up a black and white lace bra and matching panties before setting them on the bed. Feeling a bit more comfortable of being naked in front of Victor, I set my towel over the back of one of the chairs and slipped the panties over my legs before realizing there was something hard sewn in at the seams of the crotch. It took me a moment before I realized it was a built in vibrator. Without saying anything about it to Victor I pulled my panties up and hooked the bra around my back.