Page 117 of His Rules

“Stay right here,” I told her.

“I’m going to use these handcuffs on you. Trust me.”

“I do and where we’re going, you’ll have both the time and space.” As if I would dare unleash her from the bed. Not a chance.

I tossed my keys to one of the airline attendants waiting for our arrival. “Have our bags loaded on.”

“Yes, sir.”

I moved to the door and was certain she’d locked me out, chuckling that she hadn’t thought of it. “Come on, baby girl. I’ll guide you.”

She gripped my arm and as we started walking toward the small concourse, she held her head high. As if it was every day someone was brought through any facility handcuffed and blindfolded.

Once inside, she was able to hear a few announcements. “Are we in an airport?”

“I don’t know,” I told her. “Are we?”

“Where are you taking me?’

“So demanding. I’m glad I brought an implement with me. I’ll enjoy making your bottom a delicious shade of red.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Oh, yes, I will.” With this being our inaugural flight, we had the entire plane to ourselves along with a couple of flight attendants. This would be one luxury doubtfully repeated. Then again, she would never know what kind of surprises I had up my sleeve.

There was no waiting, no check in. We simply walked down the gateway toward the plane. As I walked her inside, I nuzzled against her ear. “What do you smell?”

“Metal and leather. An interesting combination.”

“What else?”

She took another deep whiff. “Vanilla. And is that cinnamon?”

“Good catch.” I’d selected a cabin and decided to make the grand reveal there. We’d return to the bar later, enjoying every aspect of the shorter flight with champagne.

I led her inside and studied her for a few seconds, remaining quiet.

“Let me out of the handcuffs.”

I did adore her rebellious tone. “What’s the word?”

“Fine. Please.”

“Keep going. You’re getting warmer.”

“Pretty please?”

“Try again,” I growled.

“O-kay. Pretty please with sugar and cherries on top. Sir.” She inched closer, pursing those luscious lips of hers.

“Mmm… Much better.” I removed the small key from my pocket, unshackling her bindings. “Now, close your eyes.”

“I have a blindfold on.”

I turned her around, swatting her bottom. “Obedience. Are they closed?”

“Yes, sir.”

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