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."
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."
The weight on top of me lessened for a second and he grabbed one of my arms, then raised it above my head and pinned it there. When he was about to repeat the action on the other side, I took the opportunity to struggle and push against him.
My assailant quickly regained control of my arm and shuffled forward so the bulk of his weight was on my chest, just under my breasts, and his knees were under my arms, limiting where I could move them. I was under control again.
"Oh no you don't. Feisty little fucktoy," he muttered.
With both arms pinned above my head, just the way Austin had done on our wedding night, I felt him reaching for something else up there with his other hand. A moment later I felt one of the seatbelts being wrapped around my wrists.
"Stop!" I whispered as loudly as I could, so as not to wake up the old lady in the other corner of the first class cabin or alert the hostess.
"No chance. Not until I've railed that pretty little face of yours. Not until I've unloaded everything I've got into your pussy. By the time I'm done with you, you'll know you're my tight little cum dumpster."
I couldn't help it, I moaned like the slut I was being called. All these words felt so different being spoken now, instead of coming from somebody who resented my sexuality, they were from somebody who was utterly attracted to me.
He finished wrapping the seatbelt around my wrists and drew it tight. When I pulled against it, it only became tighter, and I heard a quiet chuckle as he appreciated my struggle.
With my hands taken out of the equation and my body held down by his weight, his hands were free to explore me intimately at his leisure. His fingers traced down my arms, and then my upper chest, feeling the curves of my breasts as far as my top could allow.
"Mmmm. Built to be fucked hard."
He moved backwards and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, lifting it upwards. Timing his tugs with the movement of my body as I squirmed, he was able to get it up and over my head, careful to hold my sleep mask on as he pulled my top up around my elbows, further restricting me.
"A push-up bra? I should have known, you attention-seeking slut. You like teasing men, don't you? You like making them want to fuck you."
This was the first push-up bra I'd ever owned, bought yesterday and worn for the first time today. I liked the idea of pressing up against Austin and giving him the best view I could. I bought it for him.
"No … I'm not like that," I whispered.
He unclasped the bra at the front and unveiled my breasts. "Yeah right. You wanted to give me all the bait you could. You want this so. Fucking. Bad."
"I don't! I'm married … "
My nipples, already hard and tingling, were pinched by rough hands and I gasped in surprised pleasure and pain. He rolled them between finger and thumb as I writhed beneath him.
"That's not what these say. That's not what your body says. Looks to me like you're open for business."
With one last tug, he let go of my nipples, leaving me to cope with the exciting aftermath of his rough handling. The ache of his pinches faded, and the ache for more attention replaced it.
Over the background rumble of the airplane I heard a zip and, if possible, my nipples hardened even more. A hand sneaked up my skirt and I clamped my thighs together, but it was too late. I was effectively trapping his hand against my panties.
There was no win in this situation. If I opened my legs, I would just give him easier access to my sex, and if I held firm, then I simply held him exactly where he wanted to be. A spark of heat from my clit jolted me, reminding me that another way of looking at it was that there was no lose in this situation.
"Soaking wet, you liar," he said.
Sure enough, when he rubbed my panties against me, they slid freely and my legs quivered. After a few moments of struggling, the man I couldn't see managed to slip a finger inside my panties. I felt him inside me, stroking the front wall of my pussy with a come-here motion.
"Holy shhhhhhhh … " I trailed off, straining against my bonds.
There was a particular spot he was touching in there that made me feel like a powerful engine on the verge of coming to life with a V8 roar. His finger slipped in and out all the easier the more he stroked me, but it wasn't long before he pulled out and pushed it into my mouth, gripping my chin to keep his hand steady as I twisted from side to side.