Page 61 of Captivated By Danger

“Fantastic.” She challenged me again.

“You know…” I smiled at her before standing up.

She’d sat back, breath caught in her throat, afraid that I was getting ready to do something to her. I was, but not what she was thinking. Her innocent eyes told me that she was afraid, yet excited for whatever it was I was about to do. Her chest started to rise and fall quicker. I walked away from her to my bag that was at the back of the jet. I’d stopped somewhere last night to get a few things I knew I’d need on this flight. After grabbing the ball gag, I crept up behind her, and wrapped it around her mouth. She was so stunned that her lips slipped right apart, making it easy for me to pull the ball in place.

Rubbing my nose through her hair, inhaling her scent was about to send me to another level. She gasped when I nipped at her earlobe.

“One thing you’re going to learn about me, Ms. Greysen, is that I get the last word. You are going to play by my rules and my rules only.”

I tightened the ball, making her head go back as she inhaled sharply. After locking the ball in place, I went around the seat and stood over her. Her mouth being gaped like that had perspiration forming around my hairline. Her cheeks were turning a shade of pink.

“I can’t wait to fuck your mouth while it’s wide open like that. It will be so much easier to stuff my dick down your throat.”

When I pressed my knee in the seat between her legs, she scooted back as much as she could. Leaning forward, I let the seat back as far as it would go. Her hands were free. She could have pulled the ball out of her mouth, but she didn’t.

“Mhmhm…” she mumbled behind the ball.

“What was that Ms. Greysen?”

I grabbed her wrist, pulling it to the other one, gripping them both with one hand. She pulled against me, but not enough for me to feel like she wanted it to stop. Her eyes widened as I yanked the seatbelt around her wrists, and fastened her in.

“Mhm. Mhm.”

“Psychopath?”

She hummed again.

“Social? Oh. Sociopath? That’s what you think I am?”

She nodded her head.

I straddled her, positioning myself so she could feel how hard my dick was on her stomach.

“Does that feel like overcompensating to you, Ms. Greysen?” I whispered in her ear.

She hummed.

Reaching between us, I massaged her middle to feel that she’d soaked through her leggings. Leaning back, I stared into her pretty face.

“You liked being bound and gagged, don’t you, slut?”

She blinked slowly, cheeks turning another shade darker. The answer was in the form of her soaked pussy. Like yesterday, when I was spanking her, and calling her a slut, her juices pooled at her opening.

“Mhm,” she mumbled.

Snaking my finger under the band, I pulled it slightly, so she could talk.

“What was that?”

“Please,” she choked out.

“Please what?”

“I want… need to cum.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

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