Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(28)

“Kimura? Safeword?”

“Shhhh. Yeah. You’re probably going to need it on this flight.”

From that moment on, I was as wet as the ocean. Every second of exploring first class was a thrill of anticipation. What was he going to do? And when?

Those questions were answered when the first class air hostess made her final round before letting everybody try to get some sleep. Her check on the little old lady was greeted by light snoring.

Austin and I converted our seats into a double bed, but he did most of the work because I was too distracted, watching his every move rather than figuring out how to clip everything in place securely. I climbed on the bed and couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip, as Austin pulled something out of one of the side pockets and ripped open the plastic packaging.

He held it out to me and I took it, unravelling it until I saw it was a sleep mask. I looked at him.

“Put it on,” he said.

With a curious smile, I did, and plunged myself into darkness. The mask was first class too, soft and contoured so that I couldn’t see anything around the sides or by my nose. I reached for him, but sensed him stand up and step out into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m leaving for a while.”

“What?”

“I thought I saw an old buddy boarding, I’m gonna go shoot the shit with him.”

“What?”

I reached for the sleep mask and felt Austin grab my wrist.

“You leave that on until I tell you to take it off. Got it?”

He put all the willpower he could muster into his voice and when he let go of my wrist, it flopped to the bed as if it recognized his authority above my own. Something told me this had something to do with what he’d told me earlier. Kimura?

I nodded. “OK.”

“Good girl.” He stroked my cheek, and then he was gone.

I tried to find a comfortable position for myself, but I had the full-body equivalent of restless leg syndrome. My pussy was tingling with excitement and every breath I took seemed to startle a bunch of butterflies in my tummy.

What is he going to do?

The anticipation was killing me, but nothing happened for a few minutes. Then I sensed a presence in the aisle next to the bed. I turned in that direction and felt my lip quivering, though I could still see nothing but blackness.

I heard the curtains drawn shut, so nobody in the first class cabin could see what was going on, and a moment afterwards the seats-come-bed moved slightly under me as somebody knelt on it. Eyes were on my body, lingering at the curves of my breasts, the hem of my skirt. I could feel them.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was about to speak when an arm wrapped around my head so that their hand covered my mouth while their other arm pulled at my hips, flattening me as their weight pressed down on top of me. I squealed, but the sound was almost completely muffled.

One of my arms was pinned down by a leg, the other trapped against what used to be the backs of our seats. With all that weight on me, I was completely immobilized.

I squirmed, but there was no chance of escape. Hot breath puffed out on my neck, and then I heard somebody inhale my scent, perfume, excitement and fear, before that warm air hit me again. A voice whispered in my ear.

“I saw you in the airport. Saw you get on the plane. I knew straight away I was going to fuck you like the slut you are.”





Chapter 15

Skylar

“I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth. If you scream you’ll regret it.” His other hand grabbed my throat and squeezed it hard enough that the breath I was sucking in through my nose rasped noisily. “Understand?”

I nodded and the hand on my throat relaxed a bit. A couple seconds later, his palm slipped off my mouth and I panted for air, desperate for oxygen to satisfy my thundering heart.

“You got anything you need to say to me?” the voice asked.

If I said Kimura, this would stop, right? The man on top of me had to be Austin. Who else was so big and strong, so used to physical control, that struggling against him was as useless as my efforts had been?

His voice never went above a whisper, making it impossible for me to positively identify it, but if this wasn’t Austin, and he saw me get on the plane, then he saw Austin too… and he’d have to be the dumbest person in the world to be doing what he was doing. It must have been Austin.

He was really convincing though. It was scary… the sense of danger was utterly thrilling.

Smack!

My cheek stung a little at the attention-grabbing slap and I whimpered quietly.

“I said, do you have anything you need to say to me?”

I shook my head no. That hand caressed my face softly for a second and then…

Smack!

“That’s right.” His fingertips trailed down my neck and then squeezed each of my breasts in turn, hard. “You might fool everybody else with your innocent fucking face, but not me. I saw this short skirt and these big tits and I knew you were a filthy whore waiting to happen.”