The Husband Beside Me(73)

“It’s pretty big for a private jet.” I smiled as I looked around nervously, fidgeting in my seat.

“It’s a medium-size jet, good for long travels,” he said with a shrug. Dark wood accents and highly polished black metal were everywhere. “What do you think?” he asked.

“I think it’s…you.” The amount of sheer lavishness was exactly Daimon.

“If you would please buckle your safety belt,” Mitch said as he walked toward us. “The plane will be taking off shortly.”

“T-taking o-off?” I stuttered.

“For God’s sake, Addie, it’s going to be fine,” Daimon said, trying to calm me.

“Daimon, I’m…just really…” I panted, trying to breathe.

“Nervous?” he finished, shaking his head. “It’s nothing, Addie.”

“To you. This is the first time I’ve flown anywhere,” I bit my lower lip as my leg shook.

“Mitch!” Daimon called out.

“Yes, Mr. Evans,” Mitch sang as he smiled at him brightly.

“My Addie needs a drink. Get her a whisky neat and double it,” he instructed, looking at me. Mitch pulled back the curtains from the front of the plane and came to us with two lowball glasses on a silver tray.

“Here you are, Mr. Evans.” He handed Daimon his drink. “A whisky double with lots of ice,” he said happily.

I watched Mitch carefully. So he knew how Daimon liked his drink. He ought to since he worked for him, I thought to myself, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease around him.

“Here you are,” he said, with a very different demeanor as he handed me my glass.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. I took a large sip, loving the sweet and caramel flavor of my drink.

“It’s the same one I had at the speakeasy you took me to.” I looked at Daimon surprised.

“You said you liked it,” Daimon said as he turned his chair and put his drink down. I smiled to myself, happy he remembered.

“Thank God, for alcohol.” I sighed and let my head fall back onto the leather chair.

Take off was an experience. Being pulled back into one’s chair and then experiencing a moment of weightlessness was different.

“Why are you smiling to yourself again?” Daimon asked, once the plane leveled off.

“I was thinking that on this trip, I’d be experiencing a lot of things I never have before.”

Daimon smiled wickedly as he watched me intently. “I should surprise you more often. Especially if it’s going to get me the kind of reaction you gave me last night,” Daimon said alluringly as we sat across each other. I rolled my eyes at him, trying to hide my embarrassment as I remembered how I ‘serviced him’ the moment he stepped into the penthouse.

“It was a once in a lifetime occurrence. It’s not going to happen again,” I said, blushing as I remembered him having to brace himself on the wall as I blew him.

“So my Addie likes being in charge,” he stated happily.

“Not always,” I uttered under my breath. The whiskey must have kicked in, as my skin grew hot under the intense gaze Daimon was giving me.

“What did you say?” he murmured.

“I didn’t say anything,” I said, turning away from him. Me and my stupid mouth.

“Addie, tell me what you said,” Daimon ordered. I glanced back at Daimon, his stunning blue eyes commanding me to obey.

“I like when you control me,” I muttered, hypnotized by him.

“That’s good to know,” he said, unbuckling his seat belt and leisurely standing up. “Mitch, get to the front of the plane, now.”

I looked up at Daimon as he towered over me. He smiled his devilish smile and hooked his finger underneath my chin. His thumb began swiping my lower lip, parting it slightly as he gently slid it inside my mouth.

“Suck,” he said low and hard. I hesitated as I darted my tongue out and slowly sucked on his thumb. All the while, I looked up at his darkening eyes. He slowly unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. He stepped closer, his smile leaving as he nudged his penis to my lips, his thumb still dancing around in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, urging him to enter my mouth. Daimon drifted his other hand to the back of my neck.

“Open wide enough so I can slide in.” The sound of his dominant voice had me under the spell, which was Daimon. I eagerly did what I was told and opened wider, anticipating his taste. “Fuck, Addie, you look like you can’t wait to have me in your mouth,” Daimon grunted, pushing my head down his shaft. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Addie.” he tone was low as he started his gentle thrusts. I reached my hand up to his balls, but Daimon pushed my hand away. “It’s what I want.” I sat still, letting him use my mouth as he fucked it. My pussy grew wet, as my mind drifted to thoughts of him ripping my clothes off and having sex with me at that moment. I snaked my hand down my pants and rubbed my clit. “No, Addie,” he growled as he moved faster. I wiggled in my seat needing relief. Daimon only grew hotter and heavier as he slowed his rhythm, coming into my mouth, his hot salty cum dripping down my throat as he held my head. “Take it all, Addie. Every last drop,” Daimon ordered while I swallowed.