Which reminded me…“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked. “I could call Shane and tell him I can’t go--”
“I’m fine. Anyway, I need to head home and get started on work. Unlike some people, I have a lot to do this weekend.”
“Okay. Thanks for keeping me company last night.” I gave her an apologetic smile. When she left, I double and triple checked Shane’s list. If I missed anything, even the smallest item, I would be punished. If there was one thing I’d learned already, it was that it was better to avoid being punished.
Once I had my suitcase all zipped up--a workout in itself--I set it on the floor, stood it on its wheels and pulled out the telescoping handle. After a quick glance at the clock, I double checked my hair, clothes and makeup. Shane liked me dressed in well fitting, chic clothes--usually a skirt and blouse--my hair down, sexy waves, makeup simple…and no underwear. That’s exactly how I was dressed today. But instead of the customary high heels, I’d opted for a pair that was a little more travel-friendly.
I took my position at the door a few minutes before eight. He knocked at eight on the dot.
I let him in and had a little moment.
It was still hard to believe this incredibly gorgeous man was interested in me. He was not only stunning to look at, with dark good looks and a to-die-for body, but also rich. Like billionaire rich. He’d paid cash for my mom’s house. Didn’t even blink. I sold it to him for over three hundred thousand dollars.
He was also articulate, intelligent, had immaculate taste, and was an incredible lover.
But--and this was a big but--he’d made one thing clear from the start: we could be master and slave, Dom and sub, but we could never be lovers in the traditional sense. I would never be his fiancée or wife. I would never share his name or his home or carry his children.
Thus, I’d told myself I should concentrate on enjoying what I did get out of our arrangement. Great sex. Some excitement. Some really nice gifts. And when I’d had enough, I would move on.
“Hello,” he said as he stepped into my condo. He cupped my cheek and pulled me to him for a kiss. “Mmmm,” he said, his voice a low rumble that made my insides vibrate. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you, sir.”
His tongue traced the seam of my mouth, and a pulse of erotic heat surged through me. My panties dampened as that heat swirled through my body and surged down to the juncture of my thighs. I opened my mouth, welcoming his invasion. It was gentle, an exploration, a seduction. The kiss took my breath away.
When it ended, I realized I’d practically wrapped my entire body around his and was grinding against a thigh, wedged between my legs.
“Later, my sweet girl.” He pinched my chin, holding it steady. “I’m going to make you so hot and desperate you’ll beg for me.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. But there’s no time for that now. We need to leave.” He took my suitcase in one hand, my hand in the other, and escorted me out to his car. He’d driven his zoomy BMW. It was black and sleek and classy, like him. The engine purred as he hit the accelerator, and we were on our way.
He was quiet during the drive to the airport. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep from asking where we were headed. Somehow, I managed. We drove down a winding street, within the property of the sprawling Detroit Metro airport, but we turned away from the commercial airline terminals. We parked outside of a large metal framed building. A small plane was just rolling out.
A private jet? We were flying in a private jet?
Ohmygod!
Shane pulled the car into the now empty building and cut off the engine. Then he unbuckled, popped the trunk, said something to the man who’d come into the building as he circled the back end of the car. Finally, he opened my door for me and offered a hand as I stepped out of the low-riding vehicle.
My nerves ignited as I straightened up. He looked so amazing, my chivalrous master. He was close enough for me to touch, to kiss. But it was forbidden. He could touch me anytime he wanted. Me, I could not.
But the rules were what made things so much fun, as I was coming to appreciate.
As we boarded the plane, my nerves were jumpy. I’d only flown once in my life, and that was a long time ago. My mother and I had flown down to Florida to visit some relatives. We’d taken a big commercial jet, smashed into little seats, along with hundreds of other passengers. Now I was reclined in a comfortable seat, watching Shane work on a laptop computer while we waited for the pilot to prepare for our departure.
He glanced at me, smiled. “You should sleep now. We’ll be in the air for a few hours. I have work to do.”
Knowing there was a good reason why he was suggesting I should sleep already, I nodded. “Okay.” I closed my eyes.
It was still fairly early, and I wasn’t very sleepy. But the seat did feel comfortable. And it was fairly quiet. I concentrated on relaxing, willing myself to fall asleep.
* * * * *
I woke to the sensation of the plane bouncing. I didn’t know if we were taking off or landing. I opened my eyes, glanced out the window to my left and saw a lot of water. Very blue water. And white sandy beaches. And palm trees.
We weren’t in Michigan. That was for sure.
“We’re here.” Shane had his computer all packed away. “And I’m finished with my work. I’ll be able to focus on you for the rest of the weekend, only you.”
I really liked the sound of that. I let him know by flashing a big, wide smile. “Thank you, sir.”
He reached for me, ran a hand up my leg. It slipped under my skirt, and my breath hitched in my throat. Little waves of need pulsed through me. I craved his touch. Any touch. Even the smallest brush of a fingertip made little electrical charges buzz and zap through my body. And when his fingertips moved up my leg, closer to my sex, my stomach, chest, and legs tensed. Heat rushed to my center. I opened my legs a little, giving him access to my flesh.
He chuckled. The low rumble vibrated through me. “You’re such a greedy girl.”
Greedy when it came to him, oh yes I was. “Yes, sir.”
His fingernail grazed my labia, and I shuddered. “Hmmm. Wet already.” That finger dipped between my nether lips then withdrew. I almost cried out, the agony was so great.
His placed that finger on my lip, and my tongue darted out. I could taste myself. Sweet and mellow. He pressed his finger deeper into my mouth. I cushioned it on my tongue and pulled on it, sucking it deeper.