Page 16 of Twisted Bonds
"You were staring at me while I was going through my emails," he says, smirking.
My face flushes. "I didn't think you saw that…"
"Ryan, I notice everything when it comes to you."
Before I can think too much on what he just said, the flight attendant tells us we are about to take off, so we must remain seated until the light comes on. My hands grip the arms of my seat as soon as the jet takes off, and Bain is right there, placing his hand over mine. I close my eyes, but I'm unsure if it's because of the take-off or whether it is to savor his kind gesture.
"You're okay, pretty girl. My jet is in top form, and I had them go over it an extra time because you were coming with me."
I glance at him. "You should have them do that each time you take it. I think I've had enough loss in my life. I don't need to lose you, too!" I tell him, frowning. Everyone I have ever loved has left me in one way or another.
"Ryan, I didn't mean…"
"Yes, you did. You took extra precautions for my safety but don't do so for your own? Our relationship may be unconventional, but you’re all I have left! I need you to come back each time you fly off somewhere."
I can feel the tears sting my eyes at the thought of losing Bain, too, and I have to look away. The seatbelt light picks now to turn off, and Bain quickly unbuckles his belt, then mine, before dragging me over to his lap. He holds me against him, apologizing for being so careless, and I end up falling asleep in his arms.
I wake up to being fondled. My back pressed against Bain's chest, and my legs open and draped over the arms of the chair. Bain's hand is rubbing circles around my clit, and I begin to moan.
"It's about time you wake up," he says. "You've been sleeping for the past four hours."
"How long is the flight?"
"A little over nine hours," Bain states before dipping his hand in his ice water and taking out a cube.
"Oh!" I cry out as he places it against my center and then pushes it inside of me.
He chuckles and nibbles my ear as he reaches for another ice cube. "How does it feel, pretty girl? Tell me…" He slides the second one inside slowly.
"My God, Bain…it feels…so good!"
"That's my girl. Always wanting something in this pussy of yours. Isn't that right?" His fingers begin thrusting into me. "You will not come…"
Damn it!I groan because I'm so turned on. I hate him sometimes, but I know it will be worth the wait. Turning my head to the side, I try looking at him when I ask, "Can I fuck you?"
"Be my guest…" He grins, pulling his fingers from me. "Go ahead, take it out."
I move enough so I can turn and open his dress pants. When I see that he's gone commando, my mouth turns into a smirk, and I regard him with hooded eyes. "Did you plan this?"
Shrugging, he challenges me. "What if I did? You're going to fuck me regardless, am I right?"
Instead of answering, I lift myself up and then slowly impale myself on him, moaning all the way down. I'm in a reverse cowgirl position, but I can maneuver on his girth easily enough with my feet on the floor. He's holding onto the arms of the seat, letting me take what I want.
"Remember, you're not allowed to come…"
I lean against him. "No, but you are," I say softly. "And I want to be dripping with it by the time we exit this jet."
"Well, fuck, pretty girl…how can I deny you such a request?" Grabbing my hips, he starts lifting me up and down, taking over and giving me exactly what I asked for.
Walking off the jet in Florence, with Bain's hand on my lower back once again and his cum smeared all over my thighs as it drips, I can't help but smile and take in the beauty that is around us. With it being just a little past nine in the morning, everything still has that morning glow. As much as I would love to sightsee, I'm exhausted.
Bain and I fucked for most of the five hours after I woke up, and with the six-hour time difference, it's messing with my head. Thank God the ball isn't until this evening, and I have plenty of time to rest up. Bain edging me the whole time and denying me my release doesn't help with my exhaustion, either.
I'm leaning into him as we leave the car and walk into the villa. It's a gorgeous place. "Is this yours?"
"No. I'm not here enough to buy, so I rent whenever I visit. It seems this was the last available villa in the area." He pulls me into his arms. "Whydon't you lay down and get some sleep. We can't have you wearing bags under your eyes tonight; it won't match your gown."
I grin. "You have a way with words, Mr. Huntley."
