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I got up so Henry could take his seat next to Eli, and I moved back to  the front seat in the passenger area. I couldn't help but roll my eyes  when the "Fasten Seatbelt" light flicked on. Just following protocol,  even when I was the only passenger outside the cockpit.



Eli steered the plane to the end of the runway, then turned and began  picking up speed. The engines rumbled as we raced down the runway, and  then we were in the air. I looked out the window as we flew over all  those rooftops arranged in their neat little grids.



"Adios, Shiloh," I muttered.



We kept gaining altitude and I watched the homes and roads and fields  and rivers as they shrank to nothing, and then we were soaring through  the clouds. I heard a ding, and the seatbelt sign dimmed. I rolled my  eyes again.



Eli's voice came over the intercom. Using his best hokey pilot  impersonation, he welcomed his passenger and rattled off some  information about altitude and cruising speed and let me know I was now  free to move about the cabin. I immediately threw off my seat belt,  kicked off my socks and shoes, and made my way back to the lounge to  raid the liquor cabinet underneath the wet bar.



After everything I had been through, I deserved a stiff drink. I also  deserved a long hot, shower. It almost surprised me that Eli hadn't  thought to put a shower in his plane. I poured myself a whiskey and  knocked it back. It was smooth but strong, and I liked the way it seared  my chest as it went down, warming my belly.



Next I went to the bathroom to freshen up as much as I could. I was dreading the sight of myself in the mirror.



I was right to worry. Lord, was I a mess. My long hair was wild and  tangled, and my face was dirty. I splashed water and scrubbed as best I  could, wishing I also had a clean pair of clothes. I look down and rued  my lack of outfit options. My shirt was torn a bit at the collar,  revealing just enough cleavage to make me blush. My boobs weren't  anything to stop traffic, but they were nice and full, complementing the  curve of my hips. My jeans were filthy.



Oh well. If Eli didn't mind, then I would try not to mind.



I went back to the cabin, hoping to see Eli, but he wasn't there. I  poured myself another whiskey. I turned my back from the cockpit and put  the drink to my lips, working up the courage to shoot it down, when  Eli's voice stopped me.



"Drinking underage?" Eli said. "My, my. You are quite the delinquent."



"It's for you, Father Eli," I said, handing him the drink. Eli tossed it  down in a single gulp, then got out a second glass and filled them  both. He handed one to me, clinked it with his, and we both drank. Then  Eli took the glass out of my hand. He set the glasses in the sink, never  taking his eyes off me. The way he looked at me made my stomach go  light and fluttery. The whiskey also had something to do with my light  and fluttery feelings.



"I've been waiting for this," Eli said.



"Me too."



I wanted Eli. All of him, right now. The emotion in his eyes made me weak in the knees. And wet between my legs.



Eli grabbed me roughly and pulled me into him, our bodies pressed  together and his mouth pressed against mine. I licked the whiskey from  his lips and my mouth parted slightly to accept his searching tongue,  which caressed mine. Eli's rough hands were running up and down my back,  groping my ass, pulling me even tighter against the hard plane of his  chest. His passion made me so excited, I lost all thought of anything  but him, and me with him, in that moment.



Eli squeezed my round ass in two strong handfuls, and my body flushed  with desire. He sucked my earlobe and nibbled my neck and my back arched  as I moaned at the ceiling. I couldn't keep my eyes open, and I  couldn't stop moaning to the rhythmic kisses of his mouth at my throat  and his hands groping my backside.                       
       
           


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Then I felt the hard bulge of Eli's cock pushing against my tummy. My mound was dripping wet. I wanted him so badly.



Then I thought of something that made my body tense. Eli instantly knew  something was wrong and pulled back, though I could still feel his  fingers gripping my body.



"What about Henry?" I asked.



"What about him?"



"He won't  …  disturb us, will he?"



Eli chuckled. "Don't worry about him. He knows to give us our privacy. I  instructed him to stay out of our way until I told him otherwise."



I felt my face redden. "So he knows what we're doing back here?"



"Sure," Eli said. He was being awfully nonchalant about my reputation.



"I don't know how I feel about that," I said. "It makes me feel so  …  so  … "



"Naughty?"



I grinned. I guess it was kind of hot when he put it that way. Like always, I couldn't keep my saucy side in check.



"Naughty, huh?" I said, playfully pushing Eli while privately admiring  the firmness of his chest at my fingertips. "You keep telling me how  naughty I am. Your bad little girl. Your naughty little brat. But let's  think about this for a second. Who's really the naughty one here? I'm  not the big bad wolf taking advantage of a sweet and naive, not to  mention trusting, young and innocent maiden. I'm not some hot daddy  getting ready to stick his prick in his own daughter  … "



"Watch yourself, little girl," Eli said, cutting me off.



But I was just getting started.



" …  His own daughter who is barely legal, I might add. A mere eighteen  years old. I mean, look at you. You're practically salivating like some  wild beast. You can't wait to get your cock inside this tight little  untouched dripping-wet pussy of mine. Can you?"



Eli scrunched his mouth into a scowl even as his eyes danced with laughter. He was enjoying this.



"You brat!" he growled. "That's it. I'll teach you to sass me like some back-alley wench."



Eli stripped off his leather belt. I took a step back, cowering  slightly. This was all just fun and games, right? A little banter to  loosen us up for my deflowering?



I thought Eli was going to bend me over and spank me with the belt.  Instead, he grabbed my hands and yanked them forward, and he tied the  belt in a tight knot around my wrists. I struggled to loosen the knot  and wiggle free, but it was useless. It was too tight.



Eli towered over me. His beard and tattooed arms gave him a menacing  appearance, but I liked the way his broad shoulders and chest tapered  down to that narrow waist and those muscular thighs. Fear and excitement  mingled to heighten my arousal. My panties were drenched.



"When you talk back to me, you must be disciplined," he said.



"Yes, sir."



He hooked the belt to a rack on the wall. My arms were stretched nearly  to their limits. I was forced to stand on the tips of my toes. Eli  reached as if to touch my face, but before I knew what was happening he  had taken hold of the tear in my shirt collar, and he ripped off the  fabric.



"Hey!" I said. "That was my only shirt!"



"You never learn, do you?" he said.



I had talked back.



Eli reached beyond my head and tightened the belt even more. My body was  pulled taut, the tips of my toes barely grazing the cabin floor. Eli  opened a drawer of the wet bar and removed a small paring knife. The  blade glimmered in the sunlight shining through an open window. He ran  his hand up my thigh and hip, and then I felt one fingertip trailing up  my waist, gently circling my belly button, his touch so soft it tingled  like tiny sparks of electricity.



I breathed in, savoring the smell of Eli's musk. He was unwashed and dirty, but I loved it.



His fingertip wandered toward my ribs, then up to my breasts. My nipples  were so tight they nearly hurt. Eli touched one of my hard little buds  with his finger. It was so incredibly sensitive. My voice trembled as I  moaned.



Eli ran his finger under the front strap of my bra and pulled it toward  him, and he snipped the bra loose with the paring knife. I gasped with  surprise. My breasts spilled out of the bra, and my chest heaved with  excitement. Eli put the knife away, then calmly folded back the two  folds of fabric, revealing my breasts in their entirety. He stared at  them and licked his lips as he took them both in his rough hands, as  though testing their weight and shape, getting a feel for them. Eli  kissed one and then the other, going back and forth, licking and teasing  my nipples, sucking them and rolling them in his tongue. I cried out in  agony and ecstasy, barely holding up the weight of my body on the tips  of my toes.