by Linzi Basset
“Why are the two of you up so early? It’s barely nine in the morning.”
“I told you, I knew you needed us. Come on, stop trying to dodge us. What did you do?” Diana pressed.
“Why do you automatically assume that I did something?”
“Because we know you, Chloe. You’ve been sounding a little weird the last few times we spoke, so you’ve got us worried. Come on, give!” Shona demanded.
“Well, quite frankly, I don’t exactly know what happened.”
There was a brief silence and Chloe cringed. She put the phone on speaker and began preparing a pot of coffee.
“What do you mean you . . . no! Chloe Walker, don’t tell me you got sloshed and can’t remember what you did?” Shona shrieked.
“Well, it was kinda something like that.”
“Geez, girl, are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Diana went into mother hen mode.
“No, just a bruised ego—for being such an idiot.”
“So, we’re waiting with bated breath.” Shona pressed again.
“I . . . ehm . . . woke up in San Mateo in stgmnbd,” she mumbled.
“Is it too early for booze? It sounds like a wine kind of chat. Or did you understand what stgmnbd meant, Diana?” Shona said drily.
“No, I don’t speak fluent gibberish. Wait! Strange man’s bed! That’s it. You went home with a stranger. Ooh, now we’re getting to the juicy part. Was he hot? Did he fuck you good? Can you walk this morning?” Diana teased.
“That’s just it! I got roaring drunk and passed out before he could dish out the goods.”
“Now that’s not good, Chloe. That’s just plain irresponsible. You could’ve been . . . did he drug you? Is that it?” Shona’s voice was wrought with worry.
“No. I’m sure he didn’t. I told you, I just drank too much and I didn’t have any dinner, so—”
“That’s it. You’re coming here. Tell her, Shona,” Diana said.
“Yes. It’s about time you came for a visit.”
“I can’t, Shona. The launch of our new range is around the corner and I’m behind with my designing.”
“Pish-posh. You can design anywhere. Do come, Chloe. We miss you,” Shona intoned in a soft, teary voice.
Chloe took a sip of her coffee and stared at the flashing light on her phone absentmindedly before she registered another incoming call.
“Hold on, I’ve got another call.” She put them on hold and picked up the receiver. “This is Chloe,” her voice came out husky.
“Do you usually run away without saying goodbye, Ms. Walker?”
Chloe’s legs gave in at the sound of the deep, guttural voice and she sank to the floor to lean against the counter.
“W-who is this?” She managed to whisper.
“Come now, love. Don’t tell me our night was that forgettable?”
“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tried eluding him once more.
How the fuck did he get my number?
She asked him. He chuckled at her question, which caused her pussy to tingle and clench.
“It seems you were a little more sloshed than I thought. You gave me your business card, Chloe and told me emphatically not to lose it.”
“Who are you?”
“Rex Anderson.”
Chloe closed her eyes. She’d finally recognized his deep drawl from the previous night, but hearing his name, made it more real.
“We have to talk. I’m coming over.”
“Wait! Don’t tell me I told you where I lived?”
“No, you didn’t, but I have numerous resources at my disposal. I’ll see you in two hours.”
“No! I’m not . . . fucking asshole!” She muttered when he abruptly ended the call. She pressed the un-hold button to connect with the girls once again.
“Okay, I’m coming to Tucson. I’ll get on the first flight I can find a seat on.”
“Fantastic! Oh wait, Brad’s cousin is flying back from Frisco today . . .,” Diana drifted off, “are you sure honey? Ok, love you too . . . are you still there, girlie?”
“Yeah and becoming diabetic with all the honey talk.”
“Did you hear what Brad said?” Diana tsk’ed.
“Yeah, about his cousin flying to Tucson?”
“See, it’s perfect. I’ll text you the details. Just throw some stuff in a bag and get to the airport. Brad says his cousin usually leaves around eleven or twelve.”
“Is Brad sure his cousin won’t mind? I don’t wish to inconvenience anyone.”
“You won’t, so stop worrying about it. Now, before you go, give us the dimensions. Tell me you at least noticed the size of his dick?” Shona piped up.
They laughed and chatted for a little longer while Chloe ran a bath. She sank into the warm bubble bath with an ecstatic sigh.
“Aah, heaven.” Her mind wandered off to Rex Anderson’s call. “Pffft, who does he think he is; barking out orders and expecting me to jump?”
It was one of those questions Chloe should have pondered over before rushing to the airport.
Chapter Two
Well, of course. I should’ve known; Brad’s cousin is a rich, old goat.
The flight attendant, Nancy, had met her at the door of the 10-seater Boeing 737 and promptly disappeared once Chloe was seated.
“Wow, it looks really luxurious,” she mumbled and with a quick glance over her shoulder, went to explore. The plane sported three bedrooms, one with an en-suite bathroom, two lounges with a fully stocked bar, a movie theater, and a study.
Must do a lot of long distance travel, this guy. Chloe was amazed at the interior of the plane. It was more than luxurious, it was sumptuous.
“Miss Walker? Where are you?”
Chloe called out and rushed back to the seating area. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist looking around. This plane is out of the world.”
“Yes, it is and you’re welcome to look around. I just wanted to inform you that our departure has been delayed. We’ll only leave at twelve. The owner has been delayed. You’re welcome to watch a movie in the meantime,” Nancy invited.
“I’d rather pick out one of the novels I spied in the study, if that’s okay?”
“Of course. I’ll bring you some champagne and snacks in the small lounge.”
“Oh, no please. No alcohol! I . . . ehm . . . overindulged last night and am still sporting a slight headache. Some tea would be nice, however.”
“Coming right up.”
An hour and half went by quicker than Chloe had expected. The attendant came by and asked her to buckle up. They took off shortly after. Chloe once again became engrossed in Nabokov’s Lolita. She’d been trying to read it for years, ever since her mother had told her about the daring and controversial tale of a young protagonist and unreliable narrator, middle aged Humbert Humbert, who became obsessed and sexually involved with a twelve-year-old girl named Dolores Haze.
“Good heavens, even the bathroom looks like a work of art,” she said in awe while taking a quick bathroom break thirty minutes later. The small bathroom had a square ottoman and a sleek basin. “This guy clearly likes luxury.”
She took a final glance over her shoulder at the door and ran smack into a wall. “Oooph!” It was movable wall, with rippling muscles and smelled like heaven when her fingers came in contact with a hard warm, chest. She breathed in his fresh scent.
Oh, hell no! It’s him.
She looked up and into a pair of icy blue eyes that made her feel like she was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. Her imagination ran rampant as she watched myriad shades of blue swirl together, leaving her full of apprehension. She could tell from his rigid body that he was annoyed. His flickering, azure orbs confirmed her thoughts.
“Well, well.”
Her eyebrows arched at his cryptic response while feeling a twinge of worry.
Before she could respond, he walked her back until she was pressed against the wall, his body hard against her softness.
“What the devil are you doing?”
“You will learn quickly that I don’t appreciate my time being wasted,” he growled in her ear.
“What are you . . . oooh!”
He leaned in to run his tongue over her bottom lip.
Her stomach heaved.
He licked the seam of her mouth with a sensual sweep of his tongue.
Her loins clenched.
His lips closed over the pulsing carotid vein and sucked. Hard.
Her pussy flushed with heat.
“Let go of me,” she managed to whimper.
“Make me.”
Chloe pushed against his chest but it was futile. He was too strong and her feeble attempt had nothing to do with trying to escape, but everything to do with the reluctance to lose the heat that emanated from his body.
Like it did last night. Oh, fuck.
“I said let me go, you buffoon!”
“Now, why would I want to do that, love? Especially, since your body is begging to be fucked.”
Chloe gasped. His eyes turned a shade darker.
“My body is doing no such . . . ooohh . . . thing,” she stammered when he lifted her higher, her feet off the floor, to push his hips between her legs. He grinded his aroused cock against her pussy.
Holy cannoli! He’s huge.
Chloe struggled to get her body to obey the desperate commands her brain was shouting at it. She could almost hear the debate in her mind.
Get away from him. You don’t know the man.
No! I want him to fuck me. I want to feel that cock pound into me like it is—
Geez, Chloe! Get a grip.
“Who the devil are you?” she rasped. She wasn’t ready to admit to him that she already knew who he was.
“You don’t know? Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you were so drunk last night—”
“No! You’re not . . . fuck me,”
“Oh, I intend to, love. Right now.”
Chloe stared at him wide eyed and shrieked when he yanked up her skirt and ripped off her lace panties.
“Look, Mr. Anderson, there has been some misunderstanding . . . no! Are you crazy? Anyone can walk in on us,” she cried when he started unzipping his jeans.
“I don’t mind an audience, my pet and soon, neither will you.”
“My pet? Did you just call me . . . oooh, fuu-chk!” she cried out as he pushed his cock inside her pussy. Inch by inch, slowly, watching her eyes flare and breathing increase. Her satiny folds softened to accommodate his girth, before wrapping around his steely length and clenching around him. He kept pushing until she could feel his crotch rubbing against her clit.
Chloe had never felt so full. He was scorching hot as he rolled his hips against hers.
“Gawd! That feels so good.”
“Remember yet?” His voice rough and drew her gaze back to his.
“No and you’re lyiiiing . . . oohmmm . . . there’s no way I would’ve forgotten this feeling. We didn’t . . . mmmm,” she moaned and bumped her head against the wall, attempting to concentrate on getting away from this compelling man. He shattered her composure. Not only because she was impaled by him, but because of the way he looked at her, the way his body moved . . . there was just something that warned her to run and hide.
“No, quite unfortunately you passed out but we’re about to correct that oversight. Right now.”
Then it hit her.
“Oh, hell no! You’re one too. Like your cousin, Brad. A Dom. You’re a fucking Dom.” she rasped huskily. Her feet were still dangling above the floor and she huffed in a breath when he pulled his cock back—slowly, to ensure he awakened every nerve along the way.
“Yes, my pet. I’m a Dom. Enough, Chloe. Keep still,” he ordered. His voice had turned guttural with a dark undertone that froze her limbs.
His hand folded around her throat by the time she recovered and began to struggle. He squeezed until she looked at him. That one look was all it took. She slumped against the wall, staring into his eyes. His hold loosened, but only slightly, as he rubbed his fingers on the tender spot behind her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Chloe. So hard and rough, you’re gonna be pinned to the wall.”
Her eyes widened and her pussy gave him the answer he was seeking, as her muscles tightened and released around his length.
“Your body just gave me the permission. How about you, my pet? Are you honest enough to admit that you want this? That you’re already imagining how it would feel to have me at your mercy.”
“You at my . . . you, my mercy?” she stuttered, trying to unscramble the words that didn’t make any sense.
“Oh yes, little one. In the center of your palm. Now, answer me, Chloe. Do you want me to fuck you?”
In response, she wrapped her legs high around his waist and crossed her ankles behind his back, forcing him deeper inside her. She pulled his head closer and kissed him.
The kiss surprised her. She never took the lead when it came to sex. The urge to passionately kiss him unsettled her already frayed mind.
What is this man doing to me? He’s got me all tied in knots.
He didn’t move even though she could feel his cock swelling and growing harder inside her. She orbited her hips, grinding her pelvis against his, urging him on.
“I’m waiting, Chloe,” he barked. His mouth flattened into a straight line and his rigid jaw indicated the tension in his body.
She realized then; she wasn’t going to get away with keeping mum. He was forcing her to acknowledge the rush of heat and lust that was searing through her veins. To take accountability for the act they were about to embark on. There would be no going back from this and he was forcing her to understand it, right from the get go.
“Yes! Fuck me,” she demanded. She pushed the warning voice aside in her mind which warned her to think before she acted.
Shut up. This is what I want at this moment.
Chloe really should’ve listened to subconscious.
She was caught in the swirling vortex of salacious desire that tossed her about so wildly; she clung to his shoulder to stabilize herself.
Fear. For the first time in her life she knew fear. Of the intense emotions this man awakened inside her. A man, she didn’t know from a bar of soap, but she was overwhelmed by the chemistry that consumed them.
“Eyes on me, my pet; don’t close them. I want to see every emotion that flashes in your eyes while I fuck you.”
Chloe blinked and then her cry echoed in the air when he slammed his cock—to the hilt—inside her pussy.
“Miss? Where are you? Are you . . . oh! My apologies, Mr. Anderson,” Nancy said behind them, winking at Chloe when her shocked gaze met hers over his broad shoulder.
“Oh god! Stop . . . aahhh!”
“Not a chance, love. You left me high and dry last night. You want this as much as I do. Now, no more talking, except if you want to beg me to fuck you harder.”
He didn’t seem fazed that his flight attendant had just witnessed them in a very intimate embrace. Chloe’s embarrassment dispersed when he thrust—deeper; he plunged—harder and then began to pound into her. Faster and faster, leaving her gasping as her body was set ablaze, demanding more. But she could do no more than hold on as he drove into her with such force and speed, it did feel like he’d promised. She was pinned to the wall. Well and good.
“Ooh, lord!” Chloe cried out as pleasure washed over her in tumultuous waves of ecstasy, drowning her in the climax that took control of her body.
She couldn’t remember if she’d ever cum this hard and fast before. Looking into his eyes, while he powered into her, was surreal. It made her feel vulnerable, but powerful at the same time. Watching emotions swirl in his ocean-blue eyes was gratifying.
He ejaculated forcibly; spurting ropey cum deep inside her. It triggered another orgasm for her, which completely shattered her composure.
“Oh, gaaaawwwd,” she moaned. She strained against him, her nails
cutting half-moons into his skin. It was incomprehensible that a second climax could be as intense, if not more, than the first. Chloe struggled to find her equilibrium; she was being tossed every which way. Their eyes met and Chloe was stunned by the flashes of pleasure she saw in his.
No, not pleasure. Satisfaction.
He exulted in the control he had over her body―in her surrender to him and his command. It was all there in his eyes.
Get a grip Chloe. This man can easily take control of your every thought and emotion.
Wise words indeed.
But for now, she was thoroughly and irrevocably fucked by Mr. Rex Anderson.
Chapter Three
“What do you mean I have to drive to his house with him? Come on, Shona! You said you guys would pick me up.”
Chloe knew she sounded panicky, but goddammit, she had to get away from the man. Fast!
“Chloe, out with it. What’s got you spooked? We’ve met Rex and he’s a terrific guy.”
“Yeah, right, you would say that Diana. He’s your husband’s cousin.”
“Do you think she bumped her head on the way over?” She heard Diana ask Shona.
“Or maybe she indulged in that French champagne that Rex always has on board,” Shona speculated.
“Geez! It’s him. Don’t you get it?”
“Him? Who him?” Shona asked, confused. “Must have been a bump. She sounds a little incoherent . . . oooh, no wait . . . this is how you act after you’ve had great sex! Chloe Walker, don’t tell me you fucked Rex Anderson on the plane?”
“The man from last night! That him!” Chloe rasped, trying to re-direct her clever friend’s mind.
The silence stretched. Chloe kicked her heels and waited. Then the deluge of questions started, she couldn’t differentiate who asked what.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“You and Rex? Damn girl! Come on, give us the naughty!”
“Yes, did he have sex with you on the plane?”
“Well, of course! Knowing him, there’s no chance she could’ve walked . . . oh, ehm . . . you can still walk, right? According to Brad, he’s quuuiite well endowed,” Diana giggled.