She sat next to me on the jet, looking tired but curious, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly parted.
“Do you just…jet around the country like this?” she asked, then, realizing what she’d said, she clapped a hand on her mouth as laughter bubbled up. She’d had more wine than I’d ever seen her have before.
Who knew she was a light weight?
She was an adorable drunk.
“Shh,” I said. “Let’s be quiet for a bit. We have a whole seven-hour flight ahead of us.”
“Sleep?” she said, standing and looking out the window at the clouds below our window. “You want me to sleep? I’m standing in the middle of a bedroom in a jet in the air.” She turned to look at me, and waved a hand at the large, king-sized bed next to the end table, and a small armchair. I’d had my jet outfitted for long flights, and I had no regrets. It was extravagant, yes, but it allowed me to sleep comfortably while airborne, and I fully planned on her getting her rest as well.
That was, until she decided to play her next move.
She sidled over to me and knocked against my knee. “Mister Gryffin?”
I growled. I was Sawyer, or Daddy to her, and occasionally Sir.
“I really want to kiss you,” she said softly. “Up here, in the air, in this private bedroom jet thing which is the most amazing-freaking-thing I have ever seen in my life.” We hit a patch of turbulence, and it didn’t help that she’d been drinking. She wobbled on her feet and my hands instinctively encircled her waist, anchoring her to me.
“You’re drunk, little girl,” I began, regretting having allowed as much as wine as I had. I’d no idea it would affect her like this. “Honestly, you need some sleep, and I’m not going to --”
I would not, could not take advantage of her naiveté and innocence.
“Noooo,” she moaned, her lower lip protruding as she pouted. It appeared she’d lost a bit of her reserve with all that wine. Fuck. How was I going to resist her? “I … I really don’t care,” she said. “This is the stuff dreams are made of. I’ll never have this again. I just want —”
Another bounce of turbulence hit and she flailed a bit. Holding her in my arms, I drew her belly-down over my lap. She squealed and her little hand shot back as if to block me, but I held fast, tugging down the sweet cotton pajama shorts and smacking her rounded ass before I could think this through.
“Enough talking back,” I chided her, but when she wiggled her little ass at me, I lost my mind. I smacked her again, spanking with sharp swats that took her breath away. “You’ve talked back to me, told me no, and given me attitude since we left,” I said. “I don’t care if you’re drunk. I know exactly how to sober you up.” I spanked her until her ass was a bright cherry red.
“Okay!” She shouted, but that wasn’t good enough. I smacked her again. “Okay, Daddy!”
I paused with my hand on her warmed ass and gently rubbed out the sting. “You are a naughty girl, talking back to Daddy,” I said to her.
She swallowed and gulped, nodding her head. “Yes, Daddy. I’m so sorry!”
“Ahh,” I said, my cock straining for release, pushing up against her belly. “Good girl.”
She opened her legs then, just a slight part that made my mouth dry. She wore no panties, her pussy shaved bare, and her thighs glistened. I trailed my fingers along the hot edge of her skin, gently dipping downward, so gently that she shuddered at my touch. “Is that good, little girl?” I asked her. I wanted to lay her down on my bed so badly I could hardly see straight. “Is that what you want from Daddy, little one?”
I drew my fingers through her damp folds as she wiggled against me, eager for my touch.
“Come here, baby,” I said, turning her around on my lap so that she faced me. “That’s a very good girl for daddy.” I cradled her in my arms. Tomorrow, she’d sober, and she’d feel the spanking even then. Would she remember what she’d done? I leaned down and took her mouth with mine, unable to stop myself from claiming the lips of the beautiful, infuriating women I’d just punished. Her back arched and her hands looped around my neck as she kissed me back, eager and receptive, our lips entwined in a lover’s kiss.
I never should have kissed her. I could’ve kept my distance if I hadn’t.
But now that I had, she was mine, and I needed her in every way possible.
Pulling her mouth off mine just long enough to whisper a plea, she begged me. “Take me, Sawyer. Right here on this bed.”
“God,” I groaned, my forehead falling to hers. “I can’t. You’re a virgin, baby. You’re —”
“You’ve spanked me, kissed me, and made me come,” she said, her eyes alight with passion. “And now I’m begging you. Please.”
“Is this the wine talking?” I whispered.
“Sawyer,” she whispered back. “I was sober after the first spank.”
Chuckling, I tossed her on the bed and stood over her, loosening my tie and watching her, all beauty and legs and curves, her tousled hair, her eyes tired but eager.
“You want Daddy to eat you out?” I rasped, wanting nothing more than to take her pussy with my tongue until she screamed my name.
She swallowed. “Oh God,” she said, closing her eyes and licking her lips, her cheeks flushed bright pink. Her voice was husky when she managed to croak out, “I want it all.”
I slipped out of my suit jacket and tossed it on a chair, then undid my shoes and lined them up against the wall. Next, I began to unbutton my shirt. Her eager, greedy eyes watched me, drinking me in.
I glanced at the door, hit the button that said do not disturb, and the lights dimmed. I’d set this up so I could sleep, and I was only to be disturbed under extreme circumstances. Given that I had a woman in the back of this jet — the first woman I’d ever taken on board — I assumed my staff would know better than to disturb me.
“You making sure no one comes in?” she asked, as she pushed herself up to sitting on the bed.
“Yeah, honey,” I said.
Her eyes darted from side to side and her chest rose. She clutched the sheets in her hands.
I sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but my slacks, as her eyes roamed over my bare chest.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered.
I smiled at her. God, it felt so fucking good to smile at someone. How long had it been since I’d locked myself up in my proverbial tower, away from light and love and all things good? How long had it been since I’d enjoyed myself, actually looked forward to doing more than padding my bank account and closing a sale?
Too. Fucking. Long.
“Come here,” I commanded, not recognizing my own husky voice in the small, quiet interior of the cabin.
Her eyes never left mine as she turned over and got on her hands and knees and crawled to me.
The sight of her on all fours coming across the bed to me made my cock harden, my stomach flip, and adrenaline surge through my veins. The vision of her tied up, hands over her head in helpless restraints, while I had my way with her flashed through my mind.
I’d have to remember that.
“Good girl,” I said, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough to me, pulling her into my lap at the same time as I kissed her. “Never in my life has anyone told me I’m amazing. Why would you say such a thing?”
Her eyes closed momentarily before opening again, a quick glance at me before she looked away shyly. “So many things,” she said. “I…at first, you frightened me. And honestly, Sawyer, you still sort of do. I mean, it’s hot as hell being dominated by you, but it’s also scary and I think…” She bit her lip. I reached to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“Go on.”
“I think that it’s the scary part that makes it so hot. Not knowing exactly what will happen. Knowing you’re the kind of guy who could hurt me…” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes dropped as she finished in a whisper, “But won’t.”
Never. I’d kill anyone who hurt her, and cut off my own hand before I ever allowed myself to do the same.
I’d spank her ass. I’d bring her to heights she’d never known. And I needed the control. I had to have it, like trees need sunlight or plants need water. But hurt her? Never.
“I wouldn’t. Not ever.”
“I know it,” she whispered. “But it’s more than that. You’re…strong. And powerful. When I’m with you, I feel safe.” She lightly touched the bandage on my side. “You rescued me. And I feel that there’s an honesty about you I never really quite found anywhere else. I didn’t even know I was looking for it. But there’s no pretense, no pretending to be someone you’re not. You can be an asshole, and you know it.”
I raised a brow and she smiled, her lids half-lowered, giving her a fetching look. I slapped her ass, hard. She breathed in hard, and continued. “You’re big. You’re strong. And I feel like…I’m yours.”
My chest constricted. It had to be the wine talking. Where was the snark? The brat in her?
I leaned in and kissed the shell of her ear, then flicked my tongue out, carefully edging the soft, tender skin, the intimate feel of her warm body pressed up against mine making my heartbeat accelerate. “All mine,” I whispered in her ear before I took her lobe between my teeth. I bit down lightly, then released it and continued to whisper. “All mine, and no one will come between us. Do you hear me, little girl? No one.”
I trailed kisses down her neck, loving the way her body rose to meet each kiss, how her head fell back in abandon when I got to her chest. I lifted the soft cotton edge of her night shirt, tossing it on the floor as I continued to kiss every inch of her curvy, voluptuous body. I laid her back on the bed and got to my knees in front of her, parting her legs and gently drawing down her shorts. I pressed my lips against the small slip of fabric at the apex of her thighs, and her hips rose as I teased her. Slowly, so slowly that she whimpered, I slipped a finger to push the edge of the panties over, and when I found her wet and wanting for me, I flicked my tongue along her clit. She grabbed onto my hair, her hips rising as I barely touched her, teasing, needing her to beg me before I gave in to what she wanted.
“What do you want?” I growled.
“Your mouth! Please.”
“Like this?” I asked, flicking my tongue harder against her clit, just enough to make her back arch again before I removed my mouth. “Or like this?” I sucked her clit into my mouth, and her hips writhed in response.
“Oh God,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.”
I squeezed the hot cheeks of her ass between my hands as I took my time teasing her soft, feminine curves. She tasted so fucking good. She’d come hard after a spanking, I was sure of it. I released her right ass cheek and ran a hand up her side, pausing just long enough to tweak a nipple as I licked her pussy, until she writhed, coming hard against my mouth, so hard I had to hold her hips to anchor her. I wasted no time unbuckling my belt and swishing it through the loops. I doubled it in my hands, bent her over, and snapped the folded leather on her naked skin. She screamed out loud, then moaned, as I threw the belt to the floor, shoved my boxers down, and opened her up for me.
Leaning down to hold myself over her, I whispered in her ear. “Are you on the pill?”
She nodded.
“I want to take you now, Annabelle, and I want to do it bare. I want to feel your hot pussy gripping me when you come. I’ve been tested, and I haven’t been with anyone this way in years.”
She bit her lip. “Do it. Take me now.”
I nodded. I was barely holding onto what little self control I had as it was. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “I want you, too. Just let me know if I hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
To my surprise, tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked through them and smiled. “See? You wouldn’t hurt me, not ever.”
I leaned in and kissed her tenderly, holding her sweet mouth in mine as I slowly, so slowly it hurt me, entered her. She gasped but did not cry out as I gently thrust in her, her tight pussy milking my cock better than anything I could’ve imagined.
I closed my eyes to the wonder of it all, wanting this moment to last forever, but needing more, needing friction. With careful, measured thrusts I built a rhythm. She was so tight, so perfect. I moved in her like we were meant to be together like this. My heartbeat raced as I claimed her, every thrust of my hips making her moan, her little fingers digging into my back until I couldn’t hold out any longer and let myself go, the power of my climax overtaking me. I growled in her ear, needing to hold her tight, and she climaxed as well, shaking with pleasure as I rendered her helpless beneath me.
“Beautiful,” I whispered. “So fucking beautiful.”
Her eyes were closed but her cheeks wet. “Stunning,” she finally said.
And as I held her in the darkness, I pushed away all the doubts that threatened to rob us of our joy. No, this would not last. It could not last. But I’d take what I could, and I’d take care of her for as long as she’d allow me.
