Page 17 of Betrothed
“Sir. You need to get back to your seat,” the flight attendant finally said, as if just now finding her voice around the powerful man.
As expected, he paid no attention. He threw open the lavatory door, pushing me gently inside.
“What is going on?” I asked, immediately spinning around to face him while he closed and latched the door.
And the evil dark smile crossing his face was the only statement I needed.
“Oh, no, you are not,” I murmured, even trying to push past him.
While the space was small, there was just enough room for the two of us to move around. Which was why when he placed his hands on either side of me, there was still plenty of space for him to lower his head, teasing me with the full weight of his body. I was pinned against the counter, force to either comply or scream.
Those were the only two options.
“What are we doing?” I managed, although I was breathless, already debating how I’d feel when this was over.
“You mean what am I planning on doing.” He was studying me both in the reflection of the mirror and directly.
I could already tell he was undressing me with his eyes. “Okay, what are you doing?”
In response, he slipped his hand under my skirt, sliding the same rough pads of his fingers that had been so tender before along the outside of my bare leg. This time, his grasp held more purpose, the tips crawling ever so slowly across my skin.
A single moan slipped past my lips, unexpected and more like a purr than the sound offered before. He smiled in response and slid his hand between my legs.
My thoughts were all over the place, including how I’d decided that morning to wear one of the new outfits my sister had purchased on the plane. Now it felt like an impetuous decision, although it allowed him much easier access to full realization of how wet I’d already become.
He leaned in, ready to whisper in my ear as if fearful someone else on the flight could overhear us. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard, which is exactly what you need and want.”
There was utter confidence in his statement and even as he pulled away so I could look him in the eyes, his hand was cupping my wetness.
The lace was soaked and when he pressed his fingers past my swollen folds, I gripped both his arms. “We can’t.”
“Yes,” he said slowly. Purposely. “We can and we will.”
There was already one knock on the door, which was ignored.
By both of us.
As soon as he grasped the edge of my thong, I reached for his belt. I could feel a smile widening on my face as the hunger deep within exploded.
Almost immediately we were frantic, both panting given the confined space that would soon be overheated. He yanked at my panties, easily ripping them down my legs with my help. A laugh bubbled to the surface as I struggled with yanking the thick piece of leather from his belt buckle.
He pulled the lace to his mouth and nose, taking a deep breath and I momentarily froze. His nostrils flared and with his eyes closed, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
But when he fixed his gaze on me once again, there was no doubt what he had on his mind.
I wasn’t paying much attention to what I was doing, enjoying studying him the way he was doing with me. There was such fire in his eyes that I was shocked at the level of unbridled desire. He must have deliriously hot women all the time. I knew I was just a number, a participant in the mile high club.
But I just didn’t care.
As soon as I unzipped his fly, he lifted his head, delighted that I was fighting to free his cock. I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes. Once I pulled his dick free, I gasped then bit my lip to keep from making noise.
His laugh was deep and throaty and while I wrapped my hand around his massive shaft, he returned his hand to my pussy. His fingers toying with me. His eyes flashing mischief. I could tell he was allowing me to play, stroking his cock while I marveled at the size. He was huge, so much so I continued panting as the desire built to a crazed precipice.
When his fingers slid just inside my pussy, I stiffened and rose onto my toes. It had been so long since any man had touched me that I was completely shocked by the electric sensations. My eyelids fluttered closed, only the throbbing of his cock in my hand pulling me away from what he was doing.
“Good God,” I spit out, laughing as soon as I did. I could barely fit my hand around it.
He was delighted at my reaction, his entire body tensing. But the tiny bit of control I had was short lived when he rubbed his wet fingers across my inner thigh. I wasn’t expecting him to drop to his knees or for him to spread my legs open wide.
